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Bubble Baths and Phone Calls

Ronnie

I t’s been a couple of days since I had dinner with Colton and Drew. More importantly, it’s only one more day until Drew and I get some alone time.

While the other night went well, I meant what I said about not wanting to push it. I don’t want Colton to think I’m trying to take his dad away from him or that I’m trying to take his mom’s place.

Plus, I don’t want to break out in hives due to anxiety or stress.

Slow is better.

Drew and I have still been texting throughout the day, though, and talking on the phone every night. We talk about our days and slowly get to know each other a little more. Then, we usually have a little dirty talk, and sometimes, we finish with a happy ending.

It’s fun, but I’m craving the real thing. I just have to make it through until tomorrow.

This evening, I’ve spent the majority of my time cleaning. Scrubbing my toilets and shower isn’t glamorous, but I love it when it’s done. After my house is nice and pretty, I opt for a bubble bath. I light a couple of candles and turn on some music before sinking into the hot water.

Just as I’m leaning back and getting comfortable, my phone chimes with a text. I dry my hand on a towel so that I can pick it up and read what it says.

Hey, beautiful. What are you doing?

Taking a bath.

Are you really? Or are you just saying that to get me hard?

I open the camera app and flip it around. I snap a photo of my upper half. The bubbles cover almost everything, but the tops of my nipples peek out just a little.

I send the phone, and it takes mere seconds for a reply to come through.

Christ, Ronnie. You have to warn me before you send me that.

See? Told you I’m taking a bath. If I wanted to get you hard, all I would have to do would be to tell you all the dirty things I want to do to you this weekend.

Care to share?

Hmm. Maybe. But I do a lot of the dirty talk. I think it’s time for you to do some.

Oh, is that right?

Yep. So, why don’t you tell me some of the things you want to do or try?

Hmm.

It takes a moment for him to type out another reply.

While I’m waiting, I add some more hot water to the tub.

Honestly, I’m a guy. I’m down to do whatever you want. I aim to please.

I sigh. Such a good guy.

And you’re very good at pleasing. VERY. But I also know that there has to be things that are your favorites. So, I want you to tell me exactly how you like it.

Another long pause.

I like being in control. I like calling the shots and making my woman come every way imaginable. The pleasure is still all about her, but I like being in charge.

Barely realizing it, I clench my thighs together.

I’m a little surprised.

Why?

You’ve manhandled me a few times, but you’ve never gone all Dom.

Ronnie, you are by far one of the strongest women I’ve ever met. You’re headstrong and seem to know exactly what you want. I try to follow your lead.

I know I am strong and seem to enjoy taking charge. That’s how I am in my life every single day because I have to be. My job requires me to be extremely independent. That being said, I love when you go all caveman in the bedroom.

Really?

Definitely. The bedroom is the one place I don’t have to be in charge. It turns me on when you do it instead.

I swear you just keep getting better and better.

So, why don’t you tell me what you want to do this weekend?

My phone starts ringing, and I assume it’s Drew. I’m so convinced that I answer it without even looking at the screen.

“Hey, sexy.”

I hear my mother’s voice on the other end. “Hello, Veronica.”

“Mom?”

“Who did you think it was? Don’t you have caller ID?”

“Yeah…but…nevermind. What’s up, Mom?”

“We’re doing family dinner tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow’s no good for me,” I tell her.

“Attendance is mandatory. Jo is in town, so I want to get everyone together.”

“I have plans.”

Even though she’s working at the bar and only half paying attention, she is still engaged enough to argue with me. “Bring your boyfriend. I’d love to meet him. He can even bring his son.”

“He won’t have his son, and he’s not my…how do you know everything”

“Veronica, I have five children, and all of you have big mouths. So, I’ll see the two of you tomorrow.”

“Mom, I really don’t want to—”

She cuts me off. “Jo is rarely ever around these days. She took a page out of your playbook in that way. I don't know when everyone will be together again. You’re coming.”

I start getting a call and see that this time, it is Drew. I know if I don’t agree to my mother’s terms, I will never get her over the phone.

“Okay, fine. And I’ll ask Drew, but I’m not going to force him to come.”

“Alright. See you tomorrow, sexy.” And she hangs up.

I knew she wasn’t going to let that go.

“Hey,” I greet, answering the other line.

“Hi, beautiful.”

“Thank God it’s you. I just got shanghaied by my mom.”

“Yikes. Everything okay?” He asks.

“Yeah. My youngest sister is in town, and Mom wants to do a big dinner tomorrow.”

“Oh.”

“She invited you to come, but I know it’s probably weird for you.”

“Sure, I’ll go.”

“I wouldn’t blame you if you—” I stop because I’m just now registering what he said. “What?”

“I said I’ll come. I mean, if you want me to.”

“You would do that for me?”

“Of course. Ronnie, the other day, you made the effort to come over and hang out with my son. I think I can have dinner with your family.”

“True. But I just had to deal with one wolf. You’ll have to contend with a whole pack.”

He laughs. “I think I’ll be alright.”

“Okay. I guess we’re going to dinner. Now, enough about my family. Let’s get back to the dirty stuff.”