Arm Candy (Real Love #2)(34)

I grip my dick and give it a squeeze, picturing Grace, head back, fingers in her cotton black panties with white bows on each side. This phone call might kill me.

“Keep stroking yourself,” I instruct, because death by phone sex would be a great way to go.

A few tight moans whisper through the phone and trickle into my ear.

“Give your nipple a light pinch with your other hand,” I tell her.

Her moans deepen and she hisses one word. “Yes.”

I give my dick another squeeze and close my eyes.

“Keep going.” My throat is tight. She has no idea how badly I want her. How I’ve thought of her every day we’ve been apart. “You can’t come until I say. When you do, it’s going to be long, and easy, and incredible. But you’ll still want more. Do you understand?”

“I understand.” Her words are strained.

“Move to the other nipple,” I instruct. “Keep working your clit. Are you very wet, Gracie?”

“Very.”

For everything good and holy…

“I’m going to count down from five, and when I tell you to come”—I swallow past a boulder-sized lump of lust—“you’re going to do it. Do you understand?”

“Yeah.”

What I wouldn’t give to be there right now, kissing her sweet mouth and working her into a lather with my fingers instead of my words. Why did she leave? Why did I let her?

Why was I such a fucking idiot?

“Five,” I say. “It’s building, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

“Uh-huh,” she pants.

“Four. Remember, when you come it’s going to be long and easy and satisfying, but you’re going to want more.”

“I want more already.”

That makes me grin.

“Three,” I count through my incurable smile. “I’m the only one who can give you more, Grace.”

I release my cock despite the incessant throbbing. I’m not getting myself off. This is about her.

“Two. Long and easy, Gracie. Are you ready?” An unintelligible sound comes from her, but that’s not enough for me. I want it all. “I need to hear the words, gorgeous.”

“I’m ready, Davis.” Her voice is a frustrated, strained whimper. “So ready.”

Fuck me, I love when she says my name. She sounds like she’s ready to explode. I can’t wait to hear it.

“One,” I growl into the phone. “Come for me, Grace.”

Her orgasm washes over her on a rogue wave paired with hoarse cries of “Davis, oh, God. Oh, Davis.”

I ball my hand into a fist and press it into a couch cushion. I won’t jack off. I won’t jack off.

Her ecstasy fades into a series of long hums as I grind my molars into dust.

“That was amazing,” she purrs, her voice dripping like honey. “But you’re right. I want more.”

“Tell me about it.” I pinch the bridge of my nose.

“How soon can you be here?”

I stand up so fast my head spins. “What did you just say?”

“Come over, Davis. Now.”

She doesn’t have to tell me again.





Grace


I pull on my jeans and T-shirt and check my reflection. Other than my very pink cheeks and eyes bright from my self-inflicted orgasm, I look good.

Really good.

I let loose a lazy smile, jog downstairs, and peek through the curtains for Davis. He’s not here, but I didn’t expect him for another ten minutes. He can’t get here instantly.

Dammit.

I’ve never done anything like that in my life. I didn’t even know I was into anything like that. I’m proud of myself for taking Roxanne’s advice about texting Davis. I didn’t take her advice and find out where he and I stand, though.

I should’ve, but what we did was way more fun.

I didn’t mean to sext him. I planned on sending a harmless text asking if he was busy, but very real fear streaked through me when I pictured him getting busy with someone else. I hoped Davis wouldn’t have moved on in three days, but I was the one who called things quits between us. It’s not as if he wouldn’t be within his rights to see someone new.

I texted the eggplant emoji for one reason: If he’d moved on, I could play it off as a joke.

Sometimes an eggplant is just an eggplant.

In the kitchen I fill the teakettle with water and crank the gas to high, rummaging through my cabinets for cookies. Score! An unopened bag of Pepperidge Farm Milanos. This is really my night.

I’m tearing open the package when I hear a knock. I drop the bag onto the counter and arrive at my front door slightly out of breath.

When I open the door, Davis sweeps me into his arms and kisses me. Hard. I’m used to his kisses being controlled, but this one is downright wild. His fingers find their homes in my hair as I cling to his neck and kiss him for all he’s worth. He’s worth way more than I imagined he would be.

I lower to my heels when he finishes our kiss with a few tender smooches.

His voice is craggy when he admits, “I missed you, Gracie Lou.”

The words “I miss you too” are stuck in my throat. I can’t get them out. He doesn’t seem to mind. He smiles down at me and shuts the door behind him. I survey his attire with raised eyebrows.