“Well, you say you’re not into relationships, but a lot of guys say that when they want to get laid,” she replied, sounding nervous. “Then it turns out they’re already with someone, just looking for something extra on the side. For all I know you’re married with ten kids. You’ve already lied to me about other stuff, and I know some of the brothers keep more than one woman.”
I coughed.
“If I was married with ten kids, I wouldn’t be talking on the phone with you. I’d be shooting myself in the f**king head.”
She laughed.
“So the answer is no?”
“The answer is definitely no,” I said. “I’ve slept around—I’m not ashamed of that. And I lied to you for my club. But I don’t have to trick girls to get laid.”
“So no more surprises?” she asked.
“No, straight up,” I answered, hoping she’d believe me. My phone beeped—another call—but I ignored it.
“Where are we going with this?” she asked. “Has anything changed? Or should we just hang up and end it before things get worse?”
I considered carefully before I answered.
“I don’t know,” I replied, and for once it was the truth. “You want me to be honest, so I’ll be honest. I don’t know what’s between us because it’s not like we’ve had a chance to explore it. You’re different than any other woman I’ve been with. I actually like talking to you about shit that’s not sex, but I won’t pretend that f**king you isn’t what I think about the most. Just your voice makes my dick stand on end, so I’ll take whatever I can get. If that’s just a phone call, don’t spoil it for me yet, okay?”
She didn’t say anything for a moment.
“I just slid my hand down into my boxers,” she whispered, and I swear a pint of blood left my brain. “I’m remembering what it felt like when you sucked my ni**les. I want to lick your stomach.”
My entire body clenched. My fingers slid up my straining c**k to find the beads of precome. I palmed my cockhead, then started jacking myself slow and hard.
Yeah, this was what I needed.
“Find your clit,” I told her, my voice going low. “Are you wet yet?”
“Yes,” she said. “I feel really weird doing this . . . Like I’m a whore or something, because the club—”
“You’re not a whore. And don’t think about the club. I don’t want you thinking about anyone else at all when you’re touching yourself, got me? Think about me and what I’m going to do to you the first chance I get.”
“What’s that?”
“I’ll start by sliding my fingers deep inside your pu**y, get them nice and wet. Then I might play with your clit.”
I heard her breath catch.
“I’m doing that right now,” she said. “What about you?”
“I’ve got my c**k out and I’m jerking off while I listen to your voice,” I told her bluntly. “My balls are so f**king tight they feel like they’re in a vise, and I keep imagining how hot and slick you’d be around me right now.”
“Oh,” she whispered. Her breath caught again. “You’re better than my vibrator, you know that?”
The image of her using that vibrator filled my brain and I lost the power to speak. I felt my balls drawing up, my hand gripping my dick so hard it almost hurt.
Almost.
“How are you doing?” I asked, trying to slow myself down.
“Good,” she whispered.
“Tell me about it.”
“I’m rubbing my clit, one finger on each side,” she told me. “First up and down, and then I sort of wiggle them against each other. I’m using my other hand to play with my ni**les. Your turn.”
I gave myself another hard tug, hips lifting. Hell, I was getting damned close. Usually I could last for hours, but something about Em f**ked with me on every level.
“Jesus, wish I was better with words,” I muttered. “Honest to f**k, Em. I’m pretty close to blowing my load. Picturing you getting yourself off makes me feel like I’m gonna have a heart attack.”
“You want me to stop?” she asked, her voice almost playful. My dick spasmed and my balls drew up tight. Shit shit shit.
“If you stop—” I started to say, and then the door to my room burst open.
“The f**k?” I yelled, sitting up and dropping the phone with a crash.
“Get your ass out here,” Skid said, his voice grim.
I decided to shoot him.
I let my c**k go and reached for the gun sitting on the bedside table, but he held up a hand.
“You gonna get off the phone?” he asked, giving me a pointed look. I couldn’t think—all the blood in my body was currently concentrated in my dick. My balls seized up and I realized I was in for some serious pain.
“Liam, are you okay?” I heard Em’s voice, high-pitched and tinny. I reached down and grabbed the phone, pulling myself together.
“It’s fine, babe,” I said, glaring at Skid. He shook his head and made a slashing motion across his throat. “I have to go, though. Skid needs help with something. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Wait—” she started to say, but I hung up.
“This had better be really, really f**king important,” I told my club brother. “You got shit timing.”
“It is,” he said. “Put away your joystick and get your ass downstairs. We got serious trouble.”