17. Dane
Chapter 17
Dane
I sat in my meeting, staring off into space, thinking about Lennox. Since he’d been at training camp, we’d texted more than we talked. By the end of the day, he fell into bed and passed out. And that mental picture planted all kinds of ideas in my head.
Javy elbowed me, then leaned over. “Dude, where are you?”
Snapping out of my daydream, I cleared my throat and looked at him. The commander had just ended the meeting. “Sorry. What did I miss?”
He smiled like he knew something. “Nothing, really. But I gotta know what put that look on your face.”
“What look?”
“This one.” He batted his eyelashes at me and giggled.
“Fuck you,” I laughed. “I did not look like that.”
Javy burst out laughing. “Okay, maybe not, but you had some kind of look going on.”
I stood and picked up my empty notepad. “I’m just looking forward to some time off. Three weeks of nothing but spending time with my kid.”
And Lennox.
“Roger that. What are you going to do?”
“We’re going to see my parents in Arizona,” I said as we walked out of the conference room to the parking lot. “What about you?”
“Tijuana for a few days. Wanna get some lunch?”
“I can’t. I’ve gotta pick up Daniel before Camile leaves for her evening flight.”
He nodded and held out his fist to bump. “Have a good time, Sunshine. See you soon.”
“Yeah, man, you too. Don’t get arrested or anything.”
Javy laughed. “Never!”
He was such a liar.
On the way home, I stopped by the grocery store to pick up some of Daniel’s favorite snacks, bottled water, and some fruit. The four-hundred-mile road trip to Phoenix was mostly desert but had a few really cool places Daniel enjoyed stopping at sprinkled in.
When I got home, I unpacked and washed the fruit, then set it aside to dry. My phone buzzed with an incoming text, so I picked it up and swiped the message.
BF: Thinking of you.
There on the screen was his latest addition to the album of erotic photography he’d been sending me. Until now, the subject of his headless photos were artistic shots of his sweaty abs, his lower abdominals, and about fifty of him in various pairs of barely there underwear and jockstraps. Things that if anyone saw them, they wouldn’t immediately identify him.
Never the real thing.
Until now.
My mouth dropped open at a full-body shot of a very naked Lennox with an impressive erection standing straight up. His body was magnificent with colorful tattoos on his right shoulder, left rib cage, and left thigh. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him and his mouth around my dick, which was now throbbing.
Frantically, I looked around the room for something to deflate me until an idea popped into my head. I could kill two birds with one stone. The first bird was to relieve the pressure, and the other was to drive Lennox crazy with a photo of his own.
Checking the time, I had an hour before Camile showed up with Daniel. If I didn’t do something with this, it was going to be an uncomfortable ride to Phoenix.
How hot were men in uniform videos?
And how hot would he get if I sent him one of me, in uniform, getting off for him?
I propped my phone on the dresser and flipped the camera to record. As I unbuttoned my shirt, I spread it open and ran a hand down my chest until it reached my belted pants.
Pressing on my erection, I closed my eyes and dropped my head back as I rubbed myself over my uniform pants. Imagining it was Lennox, I widened my stance and unbuckled my belt, then moved to the button, and finally my zipper.
Pulling it down slowly, I wasn’t sure who I was torturing, me or him. But it was all in fun, and his reaction would be worth it.
When I was fully unzipped, I tugged my pants and underwear down to my thighs. With my shirt open and exposing my abs and my hard dick on display, I began to stroke myself. I got caught up in the erotic moment as I called his name, over and over, like a bad actor in a homemade porn video.
The funny thing was, I wasn’t acting. I wanted to send him a video that would blow his mind, and make him as hard as he made me. The thought of one-upping him made me go a little further.
Sucking a finger into my mouth, I bent forward and rubbed my hole as I jerked myself. I imagined him sitting in the chair across the room, watching me. And when I applied pressure to the sensitive area, I shot my load all over the floor and down my hand.
I held my position with my legs spread and my head back, giving him the optimal view of my six-pack and the mess I made for him.
Opening my eyes, I brought my head down and looked into the camera.
“Thinking of you. Now top that.”
I inched one side of my face up in a well-satisfied grin, then went to end the video.
Holding on to my pants, I walked around the impressive mess on the floor. That’s what he did to me, and I couldn’t say I hated it.
Quickly editing the video to trim the end, I hit save, then sent him a message.
Me: Thinking of you. Part 1. Better open this one when you’re alone.
I hit send, then waited for him to reply.
BF: Open what?
Then I hit send and waited for the fireworks.
Placing my phone on the dresser, I stripped off my uniform and went to grab cleaning wipes to take care of the floor before jumping in the shower.
When I got out, a text from Lennox waited for me.
BF: Oh, it’s on now, Lieutenant.
I tipped my head back and laughed before typing out a response.
Me: Bring it. I’m ready.
When we arrived in Scottsdale, I drove by the hotel where the Storm was staying for training camp. I hadn’t told Lennox we were coming to town because I wanted to surprise him when I showed up at open practice.
“What are we doing here?” Daniel asked, looking at the hotel.
“Just checking out where Lennox is staying this week.”
Daniel’s eyes went wide with excitement. “Our Lennox? This is where he is?”
I chuckled and messed up his hair. “Yep. Thought we might surprise him this week.”
My son looked at me quizzically. “I didn’t think you were friends anymore?”
I smiled. “We just needed some time to get to know each other again.”
Daniel shot his fist in the air. “Yes! I can’t wait to see him.
“He’s working with his team, like I do with Javy. We’ll see him later. I’m sure Mimi will want to invite him over for dinner.”
“You sure we can’t go in and surprise him now?”
God I wanted to, but after that video I sent him, we might need a private moment. But then again, it would be fun to see his face.
“Let me text and see if he’s available.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah!”
“Calm down, buddy. Give me a minute. Why don’t you make sure our snacks are closed up.” I couldn’t take a chance he might see that video.
“Okay, Dad.”
While he worked on checking all the bags, I sent Lennox a text.
Me: Hey. Just curious. Are you busy right now?
I put the lid on my bottle while I waited for him to respond.
BF: Just talking shit with the defense. What’s up?
Me: Come outside.
BF: Why?
BF: ARE YOU HERE?
Laughing, I looked over at Daniel. “We shocked him.”
Me: Yes. Me and Daniel.
Me: So keep it rated G.
BF: Omw
I pointed toward the front door. “He should be right…”
I didn’t get to finish my statement. Lennox came jogging out, brown curls bouncing like a fucking shampoo model. When he looked around and found my truck, his smile could have lit the entire complex.
We got out of the truck and rounded the front. He didn’t know who to go to first, making me smirk at his indecision.
Tilting my head toward Daniel, he turned his attention to him.
“Hey, buddy,” he said, squatting down to pick him up. “Was this your idea?”
“No. It was Dad’s. We’re here to visit my grandparents.”
His face lit up as he glanced at me. “That’s so awesome.”
He stood and came toward me with his hand out. I took it, and he pulled me in what would appear to be a bro hug. He let out a little groan before releasing me.
“It’s really good to see you,” he said, looking me up and down with only his eyes, “out of uniform.”
I couldn’t control the grin on my face. “Yeah, I don’t wear my uniform on vacation. I try to take it off as soon as I get home. Wouldn’t want to mess it up.”
“Um,” he said, nodding.
Both of us had forgotten Daniel, which could prove to be disastrous if we weren’t careful.
“Can we watch you play?” Daniel asked, oblivious to the heated looks we’d been giving each other.
Lennox turned and looked down at him. “Absolutely. I can introduce you to all my friends. They’ve been dying to meet you.”
My son’s eyes became saucers. “They know who I am?”
“Yeah,” he said like it was preposterous that they wouldn’t. “I’ve been talking about you for weeks.”
Daniel’s mouth hung open. “Can we meet them now?”
That was my cue to step in. “Not tonight, buddy. They’ve been working all day. You can later.”
“Your dad’s right. Some of them have gone to bed. We have to be up early.”
“That’s our cue to go. Mimi is waiting for us. I’m sure she has dinner ready and waiting.”
Lennox groaned and patted his washboard abs. “I love her food. You’re one lucky kid.”
“Get in the truck, son. I need to talk to Lennox for a minute.”
“Okay,” he said, reaching out to hug Lennox. “See ya.”
Lennox hugged him back. “See ya soon, bud.”
When Daniel was in the truck, I turned my back to the window as Lennox stood in front of me with his arms crossed over his chest. He bit his lip as he looked at me.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
He smirked. “Why? I’m hoping I’ll get another video.”
“Liked it, did you?”
“Let’s just say if you were here alone, we’d be in the back of that truck, fogging up the glass.”
I laughed and shook my head. “Okay. I’m outta here. Mom’s gonna wonder what took so long.”
Lennox reached out to shake my hand, mine sliding against his palm as he swiped his thumb over the back of my hand. “Text me later.”
I frowned. “I don’t want to wake you.”
He smirked. “Won’t matter. You’ll be in my dreams anyway.”
I rolled my eyes and shoved his shoulder. “Night, Lennox.”
“Call me,” he called out as he walked backward.
I waved and got into my truck, still wearing that stupid grin on my face. And of course, my kid noticed.
“Why are you smiling like that?”
I looked over and pulled his head over to kiss his hair. “I’m just excited to be on vacation with my favorite person. We’re going to have a lot of fun this week.”
Daniel beamed up at me like I’d just given him a million dollars. “Love you, Dad.”
“Love you too, buddy.”