I’d have been happier if he hadn’t hit soclose to the truth.
“We’re not rushing. This is his first timesubmitting, and he’s got a lot going on right now.” That didn’t sound so vaguewhen I was saying it to Stuart, but I didn’t like not knowing what it meant.
“He’s coming over again later this week,and then we’ll see what happens.” But the weekend was days away, and I wasn’tcompletely sure when I’d be able to see him again. It looked like I was goingto have to pick up a hobby as a way to kill time.
“Did you guys talk about his feelings onyou going to the club without him?” Stuart shifted, and I heard Asa moan softlybefore he continued. “As long as he’s good with that, why don’t you see whatJulian is doing this week? He’s been weird lately and could probably use timeaway from the group.”
That sounded very specific, but I wasn’tsure I could actually get him to go anywhere at the moment.
“Yes, we’ve talked about that, but do youknow something I don’t know?” Julian wasn’t the only one in the group actingstrangely lately. He’d stopped avoiding my calls, but when I asked him anythingthat resembled questioning whether he was okay, he changed the subject.
“No, he’s just insane and I think that ifJulian feels like he’s doing you a favor he won’t be able to avoid actuallytalking to you.” Stuart made it sound like Julian was a naughty sub that neededto be punished, but that wasn’t my role in his life, so I was going to try adifferent tactic.
But it did make me wonder why he seemed tothink it was a reasonable way to handle the situation.
“Alright, I’ll give him a call later thisweek and guilt him into coming out with me.” Even if I wasn’t terribly helpful withwhatever problems he was having in his life, it would be a good distraction forboth of us.
“I was expecting you to say that you wereseeing your boy so you wouldn’t have time to worry about anything else.” Icould almost hear Stuart’s nosy brain working. “Why aren’t you seeing himsooner?”
That was a good question.
“I’m pretty sure I answered that question,or is your brain going just as quickly as your body?” I grinned as he scoffed.“If you’re going to keep up with Asa, you’re going to have to work on thatmemory. Isn’t there some kind of supplement you’re supposed to take for thatkind of stuff when you get old?”
Stuart snorted. “The word you can’t seem tofind is ginkgo biloba. So I think you need to reevaluate which one of us needsherbal supplements for memory.”
“At least I’m not robbing the cradle, Grandpa.My boy’s got several years on Asa, so I’m not going to be the one who getsasked how his grandson is doing sooner rather than later.” I just laughed as hesighed.
“You try my patience.” Then the grumpy oldfart hung up on me, proving me right.
Someone needed to get a sense of humor. I’dhoped Asa would help him with that, but the sub seemed to besuckingitright out of him.
And I hadn’t even gotten any credit for notpointing out how rude it was to have your sub suck you off on the phone andmake everyone else pretend it wasn’t happening. At the very least I should beable to say something inappropriate.
Just thinking about being inappropriatebrought my mind back to Ridley and all the sexy things I couldn’t wait to dowith him. However, since the weekend was still days away, I leaned back againstthe couch and spread my legs, snapping a picture of the carpet framed betweenmy thighs and sending it to Ridley with a cheeky text.
I might not be able to have him in my armsjust yet, but I could have fun reminding him why he wanted to come back to meas soon as possible.
Chapter 7
Ridley
“If you grin at that phone one more time,I’m going to ask who’s been messaging you nonstop this week.” Lynn’s cheekygrin said she’d have some interesting guesses, too.
Rolling my eyes, I quickly responded toWarner while trying not to blush at the picture of the cock cage he’d sent me.
Evil Master.
He’d started off with fairly innocentimages of where he wanted me kneeling, but when I hadn’t pushed back, he’dslowly started upping the ante. So now my phone had a password on it and I’dgotten a cheap tablet with some games on it to keep Becca entertained when wehad to go somewhere.
Unca Riddy’s ponewas now off-limits.
But at three Becca was still easilydistracted, so I didn’t have to worry about explaining why all the games on myphone were now mysteriously broken.
Lynn, on the other hand, had giggledthrough the entire conversation, but this time she’d kept the dirty jokes toherself until I’d put Becca to bed. Kids were not her strong suit, so we werehaving to practice things like not using interesting four-letter words in frontof a child who repeated anything she learned to every child in daycare.
Setting down the phone while I waited tosee what Warner would reply with next, I did my best to look innocent. “I haveno idea what you’re talking about. I was texting a friend.”
Kind of.
