No warmth at all spread through my chest as I stared down at the screen and took in his words.
Nope.
My fingers hovered over the keyboard a little too long before I typed back. I needed to shut this shit down, right the fuck now.
SIERRA: Guess I’m just cold and heartless. Tragic, really.
DOM: What’s tragic is just how much I know your pussy misses me
SIERRA: Goodbyeee
I threw the phone face down on my pillow and grabbed a towel.
I didn’t need to hear from him right now, especially since I was sweaty from drills and just one bad thought away from picturing his hands on my thighs instead of the massage gun I’d borrowed from a teammate.
My phone buzzed again, and despite knowing better, I couldn’t resist picking it back up, only to wish I hadn’t. A sickening sensation, buried deep in my stomach, as I took in the words.
UNKNOWN: You made your choice. Stay gone. Speak up, and you won’t just lose friends.
***
My phone buzzed, and I already knew who it was — him or Ella. Neither were exactly masters of subtlety. Somehow, though, I didn’t mind it as much as I used to.
Few people had ever stuck around long enough to care about what I was doing or where I wanted to go.
Maybe that’s why I kept a careful distance, not just from them, but from the people in my past, too. Trust didn’t come easily when you’ve learned to guard what little you have left.
DOM: U know you’re giving me blue balls over here, right?
DOM: Goddamn, your ass looks good in those shorts
SIERRA: Stop looking, then. Just keep on scrolling.
DOM: Trust me, even if I could, I wouldn’t
DOM: At this point, I’m basically living on your feed
SIERRA: So you’re stalking me now?
DOM: Stalking would mean I’m hiding
SIERRA: Yeah, subtlety isn’t your strong suit
DOM: Good thing I’m not trying to be subtle
SIERRA: …
DOM: Think of me when you’re rubbing that pretty little pussy tonight
A picture of Dom wearing nothing but boxers with the waistband pulled down low was staring back at me from the screen, his obscenely thick length outlined in the fabric.
I dropped the phone like it had singed my fingers, then cursed under my breath as it bounced onto the floor.
That motherfucker.
***
DOM: Just caught your beach pic. First time at the ocean, huh?
