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“Are you hard?”
“Rock hard, baby.”
I put the phone on speaker and do as I’m told.
“Pinch them gently, just how you like it. Pretend it’s my fingers touching you.”
“War,” I moan, and he hums his approval. “Are you touching yourself?”
“Fuck yes, I am. I want you to touch your pussy for me. Tell me how wet it is, Ora,” he asks.
“It’s wet,reallywet for you.” I swallow thickly, dipping my finger inside.
“Such a good fucking girl you are. Now tease that little clit…”
War directs my every move, and I’m panting and wishing he was here, giving me the real thing. Then, when I come, he joins in. The growling noise he makes is so sexy I almost come again.
“You locked the door?” he asks, his voice a deep rumble.
“Yeah.”
A pause, and then, “He wants you with Scorpio, doesn’t he?”
“I don’t know, but he did try and get him to give me a surfing lesson,” I admit.
War curses. “I don’t care what he wants. I’m not letting you go. You’remine, Ora. Prez is going to have to accept that.”
“I’m not going anywhere, War.”
“Lore told me about what happened with Daisy,” he says, almost hesitantly.
Sighing, I twirl my hair around my finger. “It’s hard being around her, knowing you fucked her after me. And I don’t even know which other women here you’ve been with. And yes, I know we weren’t together then, but that doesn’t change how I feel about it.”
“I’d go on a killing spree if the roles were reversed, so I get it, baby,” he admits. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
“What?”
“When I met you that night, I’d only just got out of prison. I did five years. That’s why I didn’t… last as long as I normally do that first time,” he confesses, sounding a little sheepish.
Wait! What?
“I was the first woman you’d been with in five years?”
He was in prison?
How didn’t I know this?
“Yeah,” he says, clearing his throat. “And you were worth the wait. But when I couldn’t find you again, yeah, I fucked other women. I hadn’t had pussy in years, Ora. And I wanted to make up for lost time. I even tried staying away from you because I knew that I fucking liked you too much. You’re different, and I didn’t know if I was ready for that.”
“You didn’t know if you were ready to only be with one woman?” I ask, reading between the lines. He didn’t want to settle down or commit. He’d just been locked up and wanted to fuck around.
Okay, that hurts.
“Ora—”
“Do you still feel that way?” I whisper.
“No,” he replies straight away, and then, “No,” louder this time. “I’ve been all in. And that’s where I’m staying.”
