55: You’re bad
Casey: I know. Be bad with me, Big D. Let me see what you’ve got.
I bite down on my bottom lip as if he’s watching me.
55: You don’t know what you’re asking for.
Casey: Oh, I think I do.
I sit there cross-legged on my bed, waiting for a response, but it never comes.
Is he doing what I asked? Or is he ignoring my request?
My head spins with possibilities as the minutes tick on.
If he’s anything like me and needs to take at least one hundred shots before settling on one, then I could be in for a long wait.
“Oh my god,” I shriek when my cell lights up before me.
My hand trembles as I reach out to swipe the screen.
Our chat appears, but the image is gray, still loading.
Until…
“Oh my god. Kodie Rivers, you are a fucking god.”
46
KODIE
Ithrow the towel I used to cover up my junk onto the counter and march out of the bathroom, naked, with my cell in my hand.
My heart is racing, my stomach twisted with anticipation.
I haven’t sent a picture like that to anyone since I was in college.
I was just a boy then.
Now, I’m all man. And I just fucking wish I got to see Casey’s reaction.
Confident that Linc won’t be back for a while yet, I flop down on my bed with everything on show.
I can’t say I was surprised by her request, but it does bring a whole new kind of challenge to our next game if I want to see more of her.
A laugh spills out of me. I’m fucking dying to see more of her. And not just through a screen.
With each game, I’m one closer to getting back to LA. Back to my girl.
And back to Casey.
My cell buzzes, cutting off my thoughts.
Trouble: Wow. What I wouldn’t do with that if it were right in front of me.
My dick jerks as my own ideas flood my head.
Trouble: We’d lose the towel, though. That thing is in the damn way.
