Page 90 of The Parent Trap

“Yeah?” It’s a prompt, to tell me more.

“It’s all over my hand and my stomach.”

“As much as earlier?”

“Nah,” he says. “Only you can bring that out of me, like that.”

“What…um. Maybe this is a naive question, but…what determines how much you come?”

A laugh. “Not naive. I, well…? A lot of things. But mainly, how long since I last did. I didn’t this morning, so then this evening, it was a lot. But now, since I just did a few hours ago, it’s not all that much.”

“So…If you were to not come for a day or two?”

“My balls would ache, and if you were to make me come, it’d be a bucket. A fucking river.”

I swallow hard. “Thai?”

“Yeah.”

“Will you…will you do something for me?”

He doesn’t quite laugh, as if he knows what I’m about to ask. “What’s that, babe?”

“Don’t…don’t come. At all. Until the next time we…we’re together.” I go for broke, for as bold as can be. “Don’t come until it’s with me. Promise. My hands. My mouth…my pussy.” I’ve never used that word out loud, ever.

God, I’m such a proper little princess.

But…Ilikebeing dirty and inappropriate.

But,isit dirty? Is it actually inappropriate? Doesn’t really seem like it. It’s just hot.

“God, you dirty girl.” A deep dark laugh. “I love it.”

“You promise.”

“I promise.” A pause. “If—”

I finish for him. “I won’t either. Not until it’s you.”

“So then the obvious question is…when can I see you again?”

I just laugh. “True story, and a sad one: I have to go to LA for the weekend. A convention. It’s going to be long and stupid and boring, but I’ve gone every year and I can’t skip.”

“AfterI promise to stay totally celibate, you tell me this?”

I laugh. “Yeah, sorry. Trapped you. But hey, I’m going to keep my promise too.” I pause. “And when I get back, which’ll be late Sunday night, we can…you know. See each other.”

“How late?”

“Usually well past midnight.”

“I have an idea.”

“Okay?”

“When do you leave?”

“Early tomorrow morning.”