Kodie Rivers: Is that right?
My eyes are glued to my screen, and my pulse increases as I wait for a reply like a teenage boy with a crush.
I’m a grown-ass man; I shouldn’t be this excited about receiving a reply from a girl.
No. A woman.
Casey might be younger than me, but that doesn’t mean she’s not all woman.
God. A groan rumbles deep in my throat as I think about just how much of a woman she really is. Those sinful curves, full tits, perfect pussy.
And now, I’m hard again.
Casey Watson: Yep. It’s important that boys know not to mess with us. It’s not their fault that they won’t understand our superpower until they’re a little older.
Kodie Rivers: Superpower?
Casey Watson: Yep. What are you doing right now?
A smirk pulls at my lips.
You want to play, baby?
Kodie Rivers: Just finished working out. Fresh from the shower and naked in bed. You?
Her response doesn’t come as fast this time, and I start to wonder if I’ve pushed her too hard.
She only messaged to check on Sutton. Maybe she doesn’t want to dive headfirst into flirting.
Christ. Could it be any more obvious that I’ve been out of the game for a long time?
Casey Watson: Same. Although not the working out part. I was eating pizza and drinking beer with Parker. She wanted me to tell you you’re welcome, by the way.
I frown for a moment before realization slams into me.
Kodie Rivers: Are you naked, too?
Delete.
Kodie Rivers: What are you wearing?
Delete.
Kodie Rivers: She played a dangerous game.
Casey Watson: Worth it, though. No?
My dick jerks just thinking back to last night.
Casey Watson: I’m still a little sore.
“Fucking hell,” I moan. “Don’t tell me things like that, baby girl.”
Kodie Rivers: I’m sorry. I lost control a little.
Casey Watson: NEVER apologize for that. EVER.
Kodie Rivers: I guess it’s a good job I’m away for the next two weeks, then. Give you a rest.
