CHAPTER FORTY COEN #2
The bed is unmade from when we fucked. I grab her bag and sling it over my shoulder.
Deep down, part of me wants to walk out without anything.
It would put a distinct line between my work and my real life, the one I’m just now beginning at thirty-six.
I glance over the room, and my stomach sinks.
I think I will just leave everything as it is.
There’s nothing here that really belongs to me.
Some of these things, like the brand new record player in the living room, I never touched or used.
I never had the time.
“Alright, baby,” I say. “I’ll call you before bed.”
She says goodbye and hangs up. I wish I’d said I love you, but I’m already saying it with everything else. If she’s not ready, that’s fine by me. I’ll wait until she is, and then I won’t stop saying it.
It takes a couple days to get us out of Nashville.
During the day, I spend hours in the studio with Mason.
I expected it to take longer than it does, but my brain is locked in, and everything spills out.
He loves it, his agent loves it, his mom loves it.
We’re cruising, and I’m feeling so fucking good, I think there might be a brand new bounce in my step.
Jamie says something about it when we leave the studio at the end of the third day.
“You were looking pretty rough when I put you on that plane,” he says.
We’re standing on my back porch, having a quick smoke before we go inside. Jamie has a meeting in a few minutes, but I’m getting ready to turn in.
Our flight is at nine tomorrow morning.
Finally.
“When?”
“When I sent you out there.”
“Oh yeah. Well, I wasn’t doing too hot.”
He shrugs, inhaling and exhaling. “Mind if I hitch a ride with you tomorrow?”
“Out to Wyoming?”
He shrugs, nonchalant. “Yeah, might hang out for a couple days. Make sure you’re settled in.”
I don’t bother to conceal my smirk. “Oh yeah? That’s all?”
He just puts the smoke between his lips and shakes his head.
I know damn well what he’s going to get up to, and that’s none of my business.
Not when it’s with Sabrina’s sister, and I fully intend on eventually calling her my sister-in-law.
Jamie and I tell each other everything. We’ve had some pretty explicit conversations, but this isn’t one of those times.
“Good luck,” I say. “She’s got some fire to her.”
“I’m just looking for a quick breather. Nothing like that.”
“Alright, man,” I say, grinding out my smoke. “You better hit the road, or you’ll be late for your next meeting.”
He jerks his head, heading down the porch steps. I watch his sports car pull away. Then, I go inside and reach for my phone so I can call my girl one last time before I see her tomorrow. She picks up right away. I know she was waiting.
“You had a good day?” I ask.
“It was long,” she says. “I miss you.”
“I miss you too.”
Silence. I head to the bedroom and sink down against the headboard.
“You alone?” she asks.
My stomach gives a pleasant little lurch. “Yeah, just sat down on the bed. Why?”
Click—that’s her door shutting. Then comes a familiar creak.
“You want to talk me through it, cowboy?” she says, voice dropping to a whisper.
Fuck yes, I would like that. Right away, I’m rock hard and throbbing beneath my zipper. Switching the phone to the other shoulder, I hit the speaker button and unfasten my pants.
“What are you wearing?” I ask.
“Shorts. My shirt.”
My hand grazes my cock, and it jumps. “Goddamn it. Unzip your shorts and slide your hand in.”
The bed creaks. Her zipper hisses. God, all I can think about is how she must look, on her back with her hair splayed across the pillow, knees cocked and feet arched as she undoes her pants.
“Now what?” Her voice is breathy, like she’s teasing me.
“Put your fingers in your panties, baby.”
She hums and then moans. “I’m wet.”
“You’re wet already?”
She hums again. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. The way you put your tongue in my pussy when you eat me out.”
Fuck. Me.
“Take your shorts and panties off now,” I order. “Spread your legs for me.”
Her clothing rustles.
“Put the phone down by your pussy.”
“Down by…”
“Do it, please.”
My voice cracks slightly. I’m palming my cock with the ceiling swirling overhead, all the blood in my body at my groin. The phone is moved between her thighs, I hear it in the distance of her voice when she speaks again.
“Now what?” she whispers.
“Fuck that pussy with your fingers. I want to hear how wet you are for me,” I grit out.
She does, and God, she is soaked.
“Grind your clit on the heel of your hand,” I manage.
Up until right now, I knew I missed her, but I didn’t know how much my body needed to feel hers again.
I don’t want to come before she does, but I’m not sure it’s plausible.
It takes everything I have to pry my hand off my dick.
Taking a breath, I let it slip out and try to think of anything but her fingers sliding in and out of her tight pussy.
“Oh,” she whispers.
“Keep touching yourself, baby,” I breathe out. “Fuck those fingers in your cunt.”
“Oh God,” she says. Then, her tone changes. “Oh…oh…God.”
The last word is a little yelp, then a series of tiny moans barely legible through the wet sounds of her fingers pumping.
I’m not touching my dick, but it doesn't matter. It jerks, and heat swells and bursts. Cum spatters across my open pants and my shirt’s hem.
Tremors go through my legs, making my thigh twitch.
Her fingers slow, then stop. I sink back and let the post-orgasm heat wash over and leave me limp.
“Did you finish?” she asks.
I glance down at the mess. The one she made.
“Yeah,” I say. “Fuck, I miss you, baby.”
She yawns, the bed creaking. I wonder if she’s stretching or rolling to her side.
“I miss you too,” she whispers. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”