Down and Dirty (Hot Jocks #5)(40)

A frustrated groan pours out of me. “Dudes, with all due respect, shut the fuck up. Can we please talk about literally anything else?”

Unfortunately for me, they keep right on oversharing.

I learn things I never, ever wanted to know about these dudes losing their V-cards. I mean, Asher cried after his first time, apparently. And Teddy proposed marriage. God, these cringe-worthy stories need to stop. Immediately.

“Hey, I’m just going to make a phone call,” I say, rising to my feet. I don’t wait for them to respond as I start down the hall. I didn’t call Aubree when we arrived, and that seems like a very husbandly thing to do.

I slip into the hall bath and close the door, closing out the sound of their voices as I dial her number. She answers after the first ring.

“Hey. I missed you and wanted to hear your voice,” I say in greeting.

“Well, aren’t you sweet?” I can tell she’s smiling. “Are you having an amazing time?”

“I think I’m supposed to say yes, aren’t I?”

She chuckles, and the sound of her laughter makes my own mouth quirk up.

“How was work? What are you doing?” I ask.

Aubree lets out a strained sigh. “Work is . . . a little complicated right now. But I’m good. Just hanging out at home tonight.”

“I wish I was there with you. A quiet night in sounds perfect.”

“So, what’s wrong? You’re not having fun?” she asks.

“They’re drunk. And oversharing.”

“The topic?”

“First times,” I mutter, unamused.

“As in . . .”

“Yeah.”

Aubree makes a breathless sound. “Oh, interesting. The girls might have done the same thing to me.”

I chuckle. “You’re kidding?”

“Nope. They ambushed me at Justin and Elise’s place and started sharing details that I had absolutely no interest in learning.”

My brows push together. Sounds familiar. “Why is everyone so obsessed with this?”

I hope she doesn’t answer that question, because the topic of why my P hasn’t been inside her V isn’t one that’s easily understood. It’s like solving a complex mathematical equation. These things take time. Although, it’s something that’s been on my mind a lot lately.

“No clue,” she says with a chuckle, saving me from some real embarrassment.

“Maybe we’re not ready for primetime, but what about something a little more technology friendly?” I ask, my voice low.

“Phone sex?” Aubree murmurs, her voice lifting.

“I’m down if you are,” I say, but all I can hear is her shallow breathing, and not much more. Maybe I’ve spooked her or pressed too hard.

“It’s just . . . how would we even start?” she whispers.

I flip the lock on the bathroom door and lean one hip against the marble counter.

I could start by telling her I’m horny as fuck right now and trapped in a barn-turned-house with four other dudes. But somehow I don’t think that would set the mood I’m going for. That mood being—how to get her fingers in her pussy so I can hear her moaning.

“Well . . .” I hesitate for just a second. “I could start by telling you that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that day in my apartment when I went down on you. You tasted so fucking good.”

There’s a sharp inhale of breath. “Are you alone right now?”

“Of course,” I murmur. “I’m alone, and my dick is getting hard for you.”

“Oh,” she says on a groan. “That’s a nice thought. Why don’t you take it out for me?”

I exhale, my breath coming faster. “I might be able to do that. Where are you? Alone too?”

“I’m in my bed. Under the covers.”

I draw down the zipper to my pants.

“Is that what I think it is?” she asks, slightly breathless.

“Maybe. First, slide your fingers under your shirt. Touch your perfect tits for me.”

“Mmm. Done.” She moans. “Tell me now.”

I almost chuckle at her impatience, but I don’t, because I wasn’t kidding when I said I was hard for her. It’s like all the blood in my body has been diverted to my sorely neglected dick.

“I’m taking my cock out. It’s so hard for you, Aubree. What should I do?”

“Stroke it,” she says.

“Wrapping it in my fist,” I rasp out. “Put your fingers in your panties, baby.”

“Already there,” she whispers. “I’m wet.”

A stuttered breath leaves my lungs, but I force the words out. “Good. Touch your clit for me while I jerk off.”

She groans again, saying my name like it’s a plea. I love that sound leaving her lips.

Fuck, who knew phone sex could be this amazing?

Blood races through my veins like wildfire, lighting up every nerve ending. The sound of her short, halting breaths through the phone is making me insane. If I weren’t an hour away, I’d drive over to her place right now and pound her into the wall.

“Landon, I’m close,” she says.

Hell yeah. My fist moves in short, efficient strokes, trying to get there with her.