“Love you too, Daddy.”
She cuts the call, and I let my hand drop, along with my head.
I used to live for all the traveling. I loved spending just one or two nights in each place before moving on. There was a time when I didn’t believe it was possible to become bored and homesick. I was wrong. And speaking to Sutton only makes the longing for home worse.
Sucking it up, I lift my cell again and open my messages. It’s not just Sutton I need to speak to before the day really starts.
Kodie: Good morning, Trouble. I hope you slept well wrapped in my jersey.
My cock jerks in my sweats just thinking about it. The image of her lying on her front with my name on full view pops into my head, only she’s been wriggling around and the fabric has risen, showing off her pert ass in those green panties.
I groan, slipping my hand beneath my waistband to squeeze my swelling dick.
Closing my eyes, I allow myself to get lost in the moment as I picture myself crawling onto the bed at her feet, tucking my finger under the lace covering her, and dragging it aside so I can see her sweet pussy.
I swallow roughly as I imagine myself leaning forward and licking her gently, letting her taste flood my mouth as I wake her up with my tongue.
Trouble: Good morning, handsome. I slept like a baby surrounded by you. I hope you slept well too x
“Good morning, handsome.” A deep, booming voice comes from behind me, and I jump a fucking mile.
My hand holding my cell descends for my pocket in a poor attempt to hide the evidence.
The truth is, as I push my hand into my pocket, the fabric of my sweats stretches over my more-than-obvious semi, which Linc gets an eyeful of.
“What has been going on out here, Big D?” he teases.
“Can you just fuck off?” I grunt.
“So you can jerk off in public and risk it ending up online? Absolutely not. I’m a better teammate and friend than that. Get yourself in there and finish the job in private.”
Oh, for the love of God. “I wasn’t jerking off.”
He raises a brow, his eyes dropping to my waist again. Thankfully, this conversation has killed any desire, and my erection has sunk like a fucking rock.
“Damn, did I ruin your flow?”
“Fuck. Off. Storm.”
He smirks at me. “You sure are cranky when you get cock-blocked.”
Relenting, he holds his hands up in defeat and backs toward the door. “I need to shower anyway. I smell like pussy.”
“Wonderful.”
“Breakfast in twenty?”
“Sure,” I mutter as he disappears, closing the door behind him.
Really, the only thing I want to be eating right now is Casey.
Kodie: I slept like shit. Kept dreaming of this hot woman sleeping with my jersey on. The things I want to do to her…
I should stop. I know I should stop.
But I can’t.
The hit of adrenaline I get every time I send a message and am forced to wait for a reply is too fucking good.
