Chapter Thirteen
Spike
It’s late, the hotel room is too quiet after the game. We lost, and I can’t shake the frustration. I keep replaying my mistakes in my head, wishing I could have done more. But I’ve learned the hard way that sulking never gets me anywhere. I reach for my phone, hoping for a little distraction.
The screen lights up, and I see Emma’s name. A small smile pulls at my lips as I tap open the message. She’s always the first person I turn to when I need to feel grounded. She’s got that effect on me.
I start typing, needing to check in on the boys:
ME: “How are the little guys doing? Everything okay with you and the boys?”
I stretch out on the bed, my eyes closing for a moment as I wait for her response. The silence in the room feels almost suffocating, but I’m hoping Emma’s message will bring me some comfort.
The reply comes in fast:
EM : “They’re good. Sam asked if you’d be home for dinner, and Charlie wanted to know if we could make cookies tonight. They miss you.”
My heart tugs a little at that. I miss them too. I can’t wait to get home. I type back:
ME : “I miss them too. It’s always weird being away from them.”
Another reply pops up, and I can almost hear her voice in my head:
EM : “Nothing too crazy. Just the usual. Sam tried to convince me to let him have ice cream before dinner, and Charlie spilled juice all over the kitchen table. But we managed. The boys are great, though.”
I laugh, picturing it.
ME: Classic Sam. He’s a little negotiator, huh? Hope Charlie didn’t leave too big of a mess.”
EM : “Oh, it was bad.”
ME: “I’ll bet Sam is already plotting his next move.”
EM : “You know it. They both asked when you are getting back. They’re excited to see you.”
My chest tightens, missing them both. I type slowly, letting the words settle.
ME : “I’ll be back soon. But for now, just keep those little guys in line for me. I’m depending on you.”
She responds quickly, and I can tell she’s smiling:
EM : “I think you’re underestimating my ability to keep them in line. But don’t worry, I’ve got it handled.”
ME : “I have no doubt you do. You’re the best at everything you do, Em.”
I send the message, and after a second, I bite my lip, deciding to change the topic of the conversation.
ME : “You know, I’ve been thinking about you. And when I get back… maybe we can make some plans for just us. I’m already picturing it. Just you and me, no distractions.”
I wait for her response, my pulse picking up as I imagine the kind of evening she’s probably thinking about. Her reply is almost immediate, and I can feel the shift in the air between us.
EM : “Oh? What did you have in mind?”
I grin, letting the playfulness in my voice come through as I text back:
ME : “Maybe a nice quiet evening. Just dinner, maybe a movie… but after that, I’m definitely thinking about making sure you know exactly how much I missed you.”
There’s a moment of hesitation, then her message appears:
EM : “That sounds… promising. What do you mean by ‘making sure I know’?”
I lean back on the bed, already feeling the tension build in my body. This is exactly what I need to take my mind off the loss. I type slowly, letting each word sink in.
ME : “Well, I’m thinking a few kisses to start, but maybe some hands-on attention. You know, just making sure every inch of you feels how badly I want you.”
She doesn’t respond immediately, and I wonder if I’ve gone too far. But then her reply hits my phone, and I grin when I read it.
EM : “Spike, you’re driving me crazy.”
I let out a small laugh, my breath quickening.
ME: “Good. You should be thinking about me. Because when I get home, I’m going to show you exactly how much I’ve been thinking about you. How much I want to feel your skin against mine.”
Her reply comes quickly as if she’s been waiting to hear those words:
EM : “I’ve been thinking about you too. And I can’t wait to feel you close. I want you to kiss me like you mean it. Touch me like you’re never going to let me go.”
My pulse races at the thought, and I can’t help the low groan that escapes my lips.
ME: “Fuck, Em. You don’t know what you’re doing to me right now.”
The next few texts come through faster, as if we’re both too impatient to wait any longer.
ME : “Trust me, sugar. When I get home, I’m going to kiss you senseless. I’m going to take my time with you, feel every inch of you under my hands. And then I’m going to make you beg for more.”
There’s a long pause. I can feel the heat building between us, even over a text message. I’m already imagining what it’ll be like when I get back. The anticipation is killing me. But then, her reply comes through, and it’s all I need to push me over the edge.
EM : “I want that. I want all of it. Make me feel everything, Spike. Don’t hold back.”
I let out a shaky breath, feeling the heat flood my body. Without thinking, my hand moves to my zipper and pull out my hard cock. How I wish it was her hand on me instead of my own.
ME: “I’m going to give it all to you, Em. Every second of it. You’re going to feel like you’re the only thing in the world when I get back.”
My phone rings, and I glance at the screen. Emma. I answer quickly, my voice low and husky. “Hey, sugar.”
“Spike,” she breathes, and I hear the same hunger in her voice. “I wish you were home. I want you so badly.”
The sound of her voice, so intimate, so desperate, makes me groan. I can’t help myself. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”
“I think I do,” she teases, and I can hear the soft rustle of sheets on the other end. “Tell me exactly what you want to do to me.”
I close my eyes, picturing her in those oversized sweaters, the way she looks so effortlessly sexy in them. “I want to kiss every inch of you. I want to feel your body under mine. I want you to feel my hands on your skin, my lips everywhere. I’m not stopping until you’re begging me to keep going.”
Her breath hitches. “Spike…”
“Are you touching yourself, sugar?” I ask as I squeeze my dick tight in my fist, wishing it was her.
“Maybe,” she answers coyly.
“Tell me. Tell me what your doing.”
“Um…” she shyly continues, “I’m touching myself.”
“I know that, sugar,” I say with a laugh. “I want to know exactly what your doing to that sweet little body of yours.”
“I’m running my finger around my clit, pretending it’s your tongue.”
“Fuck.” I’m close to coming from hearing those words from her mouth.
“Are you going to come for me?”
Her breathing has become more rapid and shallow, “Yes…”
I quicken my pace, wanting come with her even if it’s just over the phone. “I need you to come with me, sugar.”
I hear the sounds of her release and find mine.
“Emma?” I softly say her name. “Are you okay?”
“I’m wonderful, Spike, but don’t think this gets you out of showing me how much you’ve missed me when you get home.”
I lean back against the headboard, the tension building in my body. “I won’t, Em. When I get home, it’s just you and me. I’m going to make sure you forget everything except me.”
The line goes quiet for a moment, then she responds, her voice shaking slightly. “I’m already thinking about it. Can’t wait for you to come home.”
I chuckle, my body reacting to her words. “Trust me, babe. You’ll be so lost in me that you won’t even remember your own name.”
We keep talking for another thirty minutes or so. It’s hard to believe that when I get back, I’ll have her in my arms again. This trip can’t be over fast enough.