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Twelve

RIZZO

As expected, I sweet-talked and name-dropped my way into the hospital despite it being super late. Shep is fine, just like the doctors said, but I needed to see it with my own eyes. The adrenaline had been running so high when everything first happened, that it didn’t hit me until later how scared I really was. I love Connor Shepherd like a brother and the thought of losing him, or of him being seriously hurt, kind of knocked my world off its axis.

Seeing Nat earlier had helped keep the worst of the panic and fear at bay for a time, and I don’t want to look too hard into why that might be. My feelings for her are confusing at best and dangerous at worst. I still don’t know that I could figure out how to date someone even if I wanted to, so the fear of commitment is compounded by the fear of failure, and it’s honestly making my head hurt.

“Good evening, Mr. Rizzo,” Jax, the security guard at the front desk of my building says when I stride through the lobby.

“Hey, Jax, how are you doing?”

“Good, sir, thanks. I saw the game—is Mr. Shepherd alright?”

“He is, yeah. Spending the night in the hospital, but he’ll be just fine.”

“Glad to hear it. Have a good evening, sir.”

I nod and walk past the desk, but then stop and back up. On an absolute whim, I tell him to add Nat to my approved visitor list. I’m not holding out much hope, but…just in case. Jax gives me a surprised look but smiles and assures me that he’ll take care of it.

When I get to my apartment, I toss my keys on the counter and run my fingers through my hair. I’ve got a few boxes started and they’re strewn throughout the place. I really need to get this all done. A lot of this crap stays, of course, since it came with the apartment, but all my personal shit needs to be packed up.

“That’s a problem for tomorrow me,” I say, kicking a box out of the way as I make my way to my room. I’m exhausted but also keyed up, the conflicting feelings making me feel jittery and a little loopy. I decide a shower might help calm me down. I wince a little as the stream of water hits a sore spot on my shoulder—I’ll have plenty of bruises after tonight’s showdown—but I feel a bit better once I’m done. I’m just drying off when my phone buzzes on the counter. I arch a brow. It’s almost 2:30 in the morning. Who the hell is texting me? Could be Shep but the meds were dragging him down pretty hard when I left, so I doubt it. I would guess a booty-call but none of those girls have this phone number—yes, ok, I’m that asshole that has a separate phone for random hook-up purposes. Sue me.

Then a spear of worry shoots through me thinking that it could be Sara and that something happened to Ollie. I snatch up the phone and my brows fly up when I see Nat’s name on the screen.

Nat: You still up?

Yeah, actually. Just got out of the shower.

Nat: Going to post more thirst traps?

I laugh and decide to do just that since she brought it up—not to post, but just to send to her. I’ve become pretty damn good at taking mirror selfies, so I snap a quick shot, holding the towel in a very strategic spot to barely cover things…

I send it to her and wait, finishing toweling off and heading back to the bedroom. I pull on some sweatpants and flop down on the bed, grinning when she texts back.

Nat: I think that got me pregnant

I laugh out loud, running a hand through my wet hair.

Surprised you’re awake

Nat: Couldn’t sleep

The three little bubbles that say she’s typing show up and disappear, over and over, and I smirk at the screen, having a feeling I might know what she’s so worried about saying. I lean back against the headboard, turning the TV on to Sportscenter to catch some highlights of the game, and wait.

Nat: Thinking about that offer…

My lips curl. Do I be nice, or make her say it?

“Definitely make her say it,” I say to the empty room.

About dinner? I was thinking Mexican…

Nat: I hate you.

I laugh again, completely unsurprised that she knew exactly what I was doing.

Tell me what you want, Nat.

I hold my breath as I watch the screen, waiting for the bubbles to pop up. Is she going to go there? It’s probably a bad idea, but I don’t care. This sounds like the perfect remedy for my state of confusion right now. Finally, another message comes through.

Nat: I want to see if the great AJ Rizzo can make me come through the phone.

“Jesus Christ,” I croak when I read the words, not fully prepared, but fuck, I’m down. I’m not even going to address the stupid little feeling her calling me AJ sends rippling through my chest, even through text. It’s been a long time since I’ve done this. I don’t really do much sexting with my hook-ups, more just get in, get off, get out, all in the flesh. I crack my neck, and pump myself up, like I’m about to play a game. I’m determined to get this right. She probably has crazy high expectations and I’ll be damned if I let her down.

“Alright, you can do this, Rizz. Just tell her all the things you want to do to her…” I shudder at the thought. Ok, maybe this will be easier than I thought.

Oh, you want to come, baby?

Nat: So bad.

I can picture her biting her lip, and I groan, already getting hard.

I’m hard already just thinking about you, Nat.

Nat: Hmm I wish I was there to help with that.

I’d let you, but not until I got my fill first. I want my tongue on that pretty little pussy of yours again so bad I can’t stop thinking about it.

Nat: Oh God.

Nat: …did you really like doing that?

Fucking loved it. You taste so fucking good, Nat. I could eat you for hours if you’d let me.

I dig my heels into the mattress just imagining it. This isn’t just bullshit to throw out during sexting. It’s one thousand percent true and I swear if I never get another taste of Natalie Morgan, I might die.

Nat: It felt so good.

Nat: I love your tongue on me.

You like when I lick your pussy, Nat? When I roll my tongue all over, get you so fucking wet?

Nat: Mmmm

When I spread your lips wide and lick you nice and slow…

Press a finger inside and pump while I flick my tongue over your clit, over and over.

Nat: God, you’re good at this

I smirk, glad that I haven’t completely messed this up.

Don’t tap out on me yet…

Nat: Keep going.

Tell me what you’re doing.

You aren’t the only one who wants to come.

Nat: I’m rubbing my clit wishing it was your tongue.

“Fuckkkk,” I groan, reaching down into my sweats to grip my cock. I pump my fist as I imagine Nat playing with herself.

Are you wet?

Nat: Soaked.

I wish I could taste it.

Nat: I want to taste YOU.

Ah fuck . We never got around to her going down on me that night and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it at least a thousand times since then.

Oh baby I would give just about anything to see those pretty lips around my cock.

Nat: Sucking you deep…

Fuck.

The little minx is turning the tables, and I’m not mad about it at all. I pump my fist on my cock, wishing so fucking badly it was Natalie’s instead.

Nat: I’m so wet, Rizz. I want your cock in my mouth. I want your tongue on my pussy.

God, this woman…

Finger yourself for me, baby. Pump them in and out. Tell me how it feels.

Nat: Wet. Tight. Hot.

I nearly growl. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on via fucking text.

Nat: I wish you were fucking my mouth right now.

Oh God, the thought of it…I grit my teeth, refusing to go yet.

I’m getting close, Nat. You’ve got me so hard right now. Imagining fucking your mouth while you look up at me from your knees…

I shudder violently.

But I wouldn’t let you finish me that way. I’d pull out and bend you over the bed, slamming hard into that hot, wet pussy.

Nat: Oh fuck.

I need to feel you come around my cock, squeezing me so fucking tight.

I decide to take a risk and snap a pick of my cock in my hand and send it her way. I hold my breath while I wait for a response…and then nearly lose my shit when it’s a picture of her fingering herself.

That’s so fucking hot. God, come for me baby. Come on your fingers and imagine they’re mine.

Nat: Keep stroking. I want to see it…Send me a video…

Jesus Christ , this went way further than I thought it would, but I’m not shy by any means and it’s Nat—I’d do anything for her. I frown, not wanting to look at that particular thought too closely.

So, I take a quick video, stroking nice and slow. I gnash my teeth to keep from actually coming, just the thought of Nat wanting to see this making me so turned on it’s almost painful. I would give my left nut to be able to fuck her right now, to actually do all the things we’re talking about.

Nat: Oh my God.

Nat: Holy shit that’s so hot. God, I love watching you…

Nat: Ah fuck. I just came so hard, Rizz.

Just thinking about it easily pushes me over the edge. I stroke myself a few more times and that’s all she wrote. I come in a rush, hips arching off the bed as hot lashes of cum sear my stomach and chest. I lie there, panting for a few seconds before I can manage to text again.

So did I. Such a fucking mess.

Nat: …prove it.

I grin, loving Nat’s dirty side. I snap a pic and send it to her.

Nat: Mmm wish I was there to clean it up.

You’re going to get me hard again already saying shit like that, Nat…

Nat:

Nat: Ok, I know I’ve said this before, but that’s the last time. No more hooking up.

I don’t think this technically counts as a hook-up…

Nat: Still. No more. That was my last drink. Straight to AA tomorrow.

I grin at the screen. God I hope she’s wrong.

Good night, Nat

Nat: Night, AJ