Page 54 of Thirst Trap

“No. Beg like you mean it.”

His voice cracked. “Please. Please, let me touch. I need it. I need you.”

“Good.” Her voice was honey-dark. “Now stroke. Slow. Picture me under you. Nails in your back. My thighs around your face.”

He groaned, ruined, moving faster at her command.

“You gonna come for me, Logan?”

“Fuck, yeah…”

“You gonna make a mess thinking about how I’ll ride you when you get back?”

“Penny…Jesus…”

“Say my name.”

“Penny. Penny. I…fuck, I’m…”

He arched, body shuddering, release tearing through him.

***

Logan collapsed back, arm over his eyes, phone clutched tight. His chest burned with something he couldn’t name.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Why did I answer?”

Then her voice became softer. Real.

“Because you miss me.”

He groaned. Wounded. “Penny…”

“What?”

“Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

“I miss you, Logan.”

He froze. Completely.

Every instinct screamed to hang up. To snarl. To remind her who he was.

But all he said was:

“I don’t know what to do with that.”

“You don’t have to do anything,” she murmured. “Just let me miss you. Let that be enough tonight.”

A shaky exhale left him.

“I’m a mess, Penny.”

“You’re my mess, Logan” she whispered.

He didn’t reply.

Didn’t hang up, either.