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Damn, I miss his voice.
Elijah’s words ring through my head, and I find myself wondering how I would feel if I never even had the chance to hear her voice again.
My shaky finger hovers over the red button by reflex. I take a deep breath and tap green instead before bringing the phone to my ear. “Hey, Mom.”
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ELIJAH
“Motherfucker,” I mutter, scraping my way up the side of my house toward the second floor. Hard to believe I actually made girls climb up this death trap into my room.I’m such a piece of shit.
I hoist myself onto the porch roof and crawl over to the window leading to my bedroom. After dinner, I told Sophia to go to my room because I needed to help Nama with something—total bullshit, by the way.
I take a pause below the window to catch my breath, grinning at myself for how excited I know this will make Sophia. She may not be ready to tell me she loves me, but she knows how to show it, and I’m eager to return the favor. Standing from my crouched position, I spot Sophia in bed, lying on her stomach, smiling down at her camera. She’s wearing a sexy black nightgown that’s so short, the bottom of her perfect ass is on display, and my black cowboy hat sits atop her blonde head.
Seems I wasn’t the only one hoping for a wild ride tonight.
A rush of excitement floods my veins as my dick strains painfully against my zipper. I bring my knuckle to the glass, tapping three times, and Sophia’s cowgirl head whips in my direction. A second loud knock has her bolting off the bed and striding over to the window like a damn supermodel. She cups her hands against the glass, looking directly into my amused face. The soft smile turns to an ear to ear grin as she pops open the window locks and opens it a single inch.
“Who is it?” she sing-songs sweetly.
“It’s the pussy monster,” I whisper, and she bursts out laughing. I’m pretty sure she even snorts before collecting herself and returning to the window.
“How will the pussy monster be paying for entrance into my lair?” she asks, unable to keep a straight face.
“How about you let me in before I fall off the roof, and we can negotiate payment?”
She twists her mouth, contemplating my request, but her concern must overpower her desire to screw with me because she sticks her little fingers under the window and slides it fully open. I squeeze my large body through, cursing myself for not considering how tiny the frame is. Sophia giggles when I finally tumble inside and land on the floor with a thud.
“Oh, shut it.” I stand up, wiping my hands on my pants before taking off my shoes and socks. A knock comes on the bedroom door, and we both freeze, staring at it.
“Ya’ll okay in there?” Mom’s voice is muffled through the door.
“Yeah, we’re fine,” I say just before Sophia throws herself on my bed in a fit of giggles.
“Okay, see you kiddos in the morning. Goodnight.”
“Night,” Sophia and I chime in unison.
I stroll over to the bed and climb on top of her, tapping the tip of my cowboy hat.
“You know the rule, right, Sunflower?” I ask in an exaggerated Southern accent.
“What rule would that be, Honey Bee?”
“Wear the hat, ride the cowboy.” I smirk down at her, straddling her half-naked body with a leg on each side.
“Wow, Elijah, didn’t know you were into Elsie Silver books.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but thatisthe rule.”
She grins, biting her lower lip. “Well, if that’s the rule.”
Sitting up, I press my hard dick against her, and she fumbles with my shirt, undoing each button slowly. Her gaze lingers after each new sliver of skin is exposed.
“I’m happy to tell you the name of the book,” she says as her eyes scan over me hungrily. “In case you were curious about the fantasy you’re bringing to life right now.”
“Guess I’ll have to take your cute ass to the bookstore tomorrow so you can read it to me on the way home.” The last button pops open, and Sophia presses her hands to my exposed abdomen.
