“I understand how hard it is to have your daddy away so much. But do you know what else I know?” I ask her.
Her face lights up as if I’m about to tell her the world’s biggest secret.
“When he’s back, he’ll make up for every moment he was gone.”
She blinks, attempting to banish her threatening tears.
“He always does. He’s the best.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the shit out of this impromptu spa trip, but I’m assuming you have an ulterior motive than just having a girls’ day,” Parker says with a smirk as she glances over at me from her lounger.
The idea struck me during my video call with Kodie last night. They’re flying back Wednesday morning, and I want to be ready should he take our dirty video calls to the next level.
Fuck. I hope he will. I think I’ll die if I don’t get his dick inside me soon.
Sure, having his voice in my ear as I come is great, but I need more. So much more.
I made more than a few calls this morning in the hope of finding somewhere that could fit us in last minute. Really, I just need a good wax. But I want the full works. I want to be fresh and smooth for our reunion.
Oh god. Butterflies go wild in my stomach just thinking about being with him again.
“Maybe,” I confess from behind my mimosa.
“I’m assuming it also has something to do with you not wanting to come out last night.”
“Mmm.”
Parker laughs. Between her clients and my busy schedule this week, we haven’t managed to catch up. Parker knows Kodie and I have been messaging, but I haven’t dived into confessing to our video calls yet.
“When are the guys back?” she asks, turning her attention to the calm water of the pool before us.
“Wednesday afternoon, I think.”
“You think,” she teases. “You can try to be flippant all you like, but I know for a fact you have their flight number and you’re ready to track the shit out of it.”
I shrug. “I missDad.”
Parker snorts. “Oh yeah, that’s who’s got you pulling favors for a last-minute waxing session…your father.”
I laugh, sipping on my drink.
“So, what’s the plan then?”
“There isn’t a plan.” She gives me the side-eye, clearly not believing a word. “I mean it. We haven’t talked about what happens when he gets back.”
She raises a brow.
“We’ve talked about seeing each other and being together in person instead of through a screen. But it’s all in the heat of the moment. I’m trying really hard not to fixate on anything he says when he’s about to come. Or when he’s riding the high of an orgasm. We all know that men say everything and anything in those moments.”
Parker shifts on her lounger so she’s facing me.
“Tell me more about all these orgasms.”
I shake my head, laughing before embarking on the CliffsNotes of our video calls.
“Man, that’s hot,” she sighs, fanning herself dramatically.
“Yeah,” I muse, thinking of some of the kinkier moments. “It is.”
