At Peace (The 'Burg #2)(69)
I liked him being back, I also liked that he wanted to keep me on the line so when I said, “Hi,” I said it softly.
“Jesus,” he muttered.
“What?”
“We’ll get to what when I get to my room,” he told me mysteriously then continued. “Speakin’ of your garage, you need to start parkin’ your Mustang in there.”
“What?”
“Your ‘Stang, buddy, sweet ride. You should take care of it. You need to park it out of the elements.”
“I can’t.”
“Your garage is full, you should clear it.”
“No, I mean, the door won’t open, it’s jammed shut. Something wrong with the garage door opener.”
He said nothing for a second then he said, “I’ll look at it when I get home.”
I felt my breath leave me and I stared at the ceiling.
He bought my daughter a dog.
He made love to me.
I’d heard him laugh and crack a joke.
He was going to look at my garage door and he listened and advised when I talked about the girls.
And he wanted me on the line.
And, again, he bought my daughter a dog. And he did it because she lost her Dad.
“Violet?”
“What?” I whispered.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” I lied but I wasn’t. I wanted to believe in him, I really did and he was giving me a lot to believe in.
“Where are you?”
“Home.”
“Yeah, baby, but where are you?”
“In my bedroom.”
“Where?”
“Where in my bedroom?”
“Yeah.”
“On my bed.”
“The door closed?”
“Um…” I looked at the door I’d closed to mute the explosions from the movie the kids were watching then I replied, somewhat confused, “Yeah.”
“You wearin’ jeans or one of your sweet skirts?”
Oh Lord, I wasn’t confused anymore.
“Joe –”
“Baby, answer me.”
“A skirt,” I whispered.
“Pull it up.”
“Joe –”
“Vi, pull it up.”
“Are you in your room?”
“Yeah.”
“Joe, I’ve never –”
His voice was sexy low when he said, “I’ll talk you through it, baby, now I want you to pull your skirt up for me.”
I bit my lip and tucked the phone in the crook of my shoulder then I shimmied my skirt up.
“Okay,” I whispered.
“It up?”
“Yes.”
“At your hips?”
“Yeah, Joe.”
“All right, buddy, slide your hand in your panties.”
Oh God, I was going to come and I hadn’t even touched myself.
“Violet?” he called.
I slid my hand in my panties.
“Joe,” I whispered when my finger hit my cl*t and the feel of it slid through me.
“Christ,” he muttered, his voice gruff.
“Are you –?”
“No, wanna listen to you.”
“You want me to do it alone?”
“I’m here, baby.”
I rolled my finger, my neck arched and a mew came out of my throat.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Think of my mouth there.”
I kept rolling my finger, thinking of his mouth there and moaned, “Joe.”
“Jesus, buddy, you already sound close.”
I was. This was hot. I’d never done anything like this.
And anyway, thinking of his mouth there, hearing his voice on the phone, it worked.
“I like your voice,” I whispered then my h*ps bucked and I moaned again before I breathed, “I wish you were here.”
“Not as much as me, sounds so good, baby, this I’d like to see.”
I didn’t reply, just pressed and rolled my finger and ground my h*ps into it.
“Next time you’re in my bed, you do this for me,” he told me.
“I don’t think –”
He cut me off to order, “Slide your finger inside.”
“I like what I’m doin’.”
“Do what I say, Violet, slide your finger inside.”
I stopped rolling and slid my finger inside. It wasn’t the first time I’d done it but it had been a long time and it felt nice.
“How wet are you?” Joe asked.
“Very.”
“Christ, I miss that cunt of yours,” he growled.
“Joe,” I breathed, feeling myself spasm at his growl.
“Make yourself come, baby.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
He talked me through it and I came, not loud, quiet, but it felt good and he heard.
After, I slid my hand out of my panties, pulled my skirt down and rolled to my side, curling my legs up and feeling strangely that this was one of the most intimate things that had passed between us and he was most of a continent away.
“When’re you comin’ home?” I asked softly.
“Soon, doublin’ up on meetings, I should be home by Saturday.”