Music of the Heart (Runaway Train, #1)(89)

I giggled. “I’m glad I have your full attention now, Mr. Horny.”

He groaned. “Fuck, did you buy some lingerie?”

“Mmm, hmm.”

“Show me.”

“Nope, not until this weekend.”

“Yes! Go put it on and take a picture for me!” he commanded in a voice that made me instantly all hot and bothered.

“Nope. Patience, Mr. Slater. You’ll have a nice surprise this weekend.”

In an almost helpless, pitiful voice, he asked, “Please?”

I couldn’t help grinning at his change in tone. “All right, all right. Give me five minutes.”

“Thank you, baby. You don’t know how happy that makes me. Of course, I’m already hard just thinking about you getting undressed.”

“Jake!” I cried as heat filled my cheeks.

He chuckled at my outrage. “Okay, go change.”

After I hung up, I peeked out of the bedroom. The boys still hadn’t made it back to the bus. I locked the door and then slipped on the black and white checkered bra and thong. With white bows along the edges, it had an extremely naughty school girl look, especially when I slid on the white, lacy garters. Innocent, but sexy. Once I was outfitted, I stood in front of the mirror and snapped a few pictures from different angles. Then I texted them to Jake. I’d barely finished sending the last one when he called me.

“Are you trying to kill me? You’re even wearing garters!”

I laughed. “Does that mean you like it?”

“Oh f*ck, Angel, I’ll explode before Friday.” He sucked in a ragged breath. “Are you still wearing it?”

“Yes,” I replied warily. I had a feeling where this was going, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for it yet.

“Wanna make love to me over the phone?”

I snorted. “You mean, ‘Let’s have phone sex’.”

“Anyone can make it sound dirty,” he teased.

Fiddling with the lace on my garters, I asked, “Are you in your bedroom?”

After I heard some muffled noises, Jake replied, “Yes, I’m in bed now—naked and hard as a f*cking rock because of your pictures.”

A thrill went over me at the image that formed in my mind. Closing my eyes, I focused on the familiar sight of his lean muscles, his tight abs and all his tattoos. When heat burned between my thighs, I got a little more courage. “Do you want me naked?”

“Just your bra first.”

I reached around and unhooked the snaps. Once it fell free, I fought the urge to cross my arms over my naked chest.

“Is it off?”

“Yeah…”

“Put me on speakerphone.”

“Jeez, you sure are bossy,” I muttered as I put the phone on the bed and punched the button.

“Cup your breasts.” Just as I was told, I brought my hands to my chest. “Are your nipples hard yet?”

“No,” I murmured.

“Pinch them.”

Against my better judgment, I did as I was told. “Does it feel good?” Jake asked.

“Yeah,” I murmured truthfully. Okay, maybe I could get into this a little bit.

Jake’s long moan echoed throughout the room. “Oh baby, I wish I was there. I would have my mouth and hands all over your breasts.”

“I wish you were here too.” Biting my lip, I hesitated before I asked, “Are you touching yourself?”

“Oh yeah. But I’m imagining it’s your hands on me or I’m sliding in and out of your warm mouth.”

While slightly mortified by his dirty talk, a shudder went through me at his words. The dull ache between my legs began to grow. “Do you want me to take my panties off now?”

“Mmm, yeah. But keep on the garters.”

I slid off the thong and then buried myself under the covers. “Okay, I’m naked.”

“Are you wet?”

Warmth entered my cheeks as the reality crashed down on me again of what I’m doing. “Jake…”

“Come on, Angel, tell me.”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Mmm, I love how wet you get for me. Now stroke yourself nice and slow,” Jake ordered. Once again, I did as I was told. Closing my eyes, I pictured him and his delicious fingers touching and probing my center. “Now faster.” When I sped up my tempo, I couldn’t help gasping with pleasure. “Oh baby, that’s right. Let me hear you.”

Even with the TV on, I still didn’t want to be too loud in case the boys came in. So instead, I bit down on my lip, stifling some of my cries. “You’re holding back,” Jake panted.

“Yeah, well, I’ll let go if you let me hear you,” I countered breathlessly.

At the sound of his grunts and groans, I felt myself building closer and closer to coming. “Oh Jake!” I cried as I went over the edge. Just as I started coming down, Jake’s breathing grew even more ragged. “Angel, oh f*ck!”

I lay there for a moment, trying to catch my breath. It was a few seconds before either of us spoke. “That was f*cking fantastic!” Jake exclaimed.

A giggle escaped my lips. “Yeah, it was. Now you’ve even taken my phone virginity.”

“I love that you did that for me, Angel. But most of all, I love you.”