“Me too but you come home soon. I can deal with it.”
“Yeah but I can’t.” Chase whined.
“So no tattoo for you?”
“Not this time. Someone had to make sure boy wonder and the crew made it back to the room without a tiger or a mob hit.”
“You know, that would be funny if it wasn’t partially possible.”
“See, you know Damien after all, I swear that movie the Hangover was written after his shenanigans.”
“No, I meant your sister. She’s been texting me all weekend and it sounds like trouble.”
“Do I want to know?” Chased groaned and the sexy sound set my core to quivering and my needs to immediate. My hands were going to busy doing more than just texting the next few days.
“Nope.” I popped the p saying I this time.
“You’d need more than just bleach for your eyes.”
“Alright, I’ll pass then.”
“Good decision.”
“So when I get back, I’m coming straight over.”
“Are you warning me, or telling me?”
“I was thinking there was nothing wrong with being prepared.”
“Hmm, I’ll take that under advisement.”
“Excellent.”
I hung up the phone feeling lighter than I had in days since Chase had left. My parents might have let me down but he was doing everything he could to make it up to me and make me feel better. It worked. I couldn’t wait for him to get back. I might even stop by the Vodka and Wash salon for a little pampering so long as I had the cash on my debit card. Chase Calloway was worth the good waxing.
23
Chase
“So remember when you said anal?” I strolled into the bedroom watching my girlfriend lay on the bed reading a book wearing a pair of cotton lacy bottoms that gave her endless legs and a tank top that let her small breasts sag gently into the bedding. She was definitely my girlfriend now. I claimed her and all but peed on her leg marking her as mine. I was kinky, but I wasn’t disgusting.
She peered up from the pages biting her bottom lip, cheeks blushing as if I caught her reading something she shouldn’t. Heck, if she was reading something romance-y maybe it would get her in the mood.
“Uh? I said that? I don’t think I said that.” Winnie shook her head closing the book and tossing it onto the nightstand. She knew as well as I did she said it and now I’m here to take her up on her offer. Willingly of course.
I tapped her calf nudging her to move over and make room for me on the bed. Sweet Winsome liked to starfish my bed, but I was in charge in here. “Roll over sweet cheeks.” I tapped her ass with my hand in a gentle swat.
“Sweet cheeks is it?” She looked royally put out, not that I could blame her. It’s not every day one takes it for the proverbial team but I think Winnie could at least try to expand her horizons a little bit beyond her trust fund and citified ideas. It doesn’t hurt that I think she’s hot as fuck and who wouldn’t want to plow her gorgeous behind. Thinking about it made me wince. I didn’t want any other guy thinking about it. Just me.
I exhaled a deep breath touching her body that seemed stiff as board right now. “Personally I’d go with candy ass but since I plan on pounding it I settled on sweet cheeks. I figured it was less offensive.” I moved her onto her belly taking her panties off as she turned.
“Less offensive?” The glare she gave me over her shoulder would be etched into my mind forever. It was the glare that dared me to do this while saying I was going to owe her more than a nice dinner after this.
“I did buy the good lube.”
“So there’s a shitty lube I should be concerned about?’
I shrugged. “If it makes you feel better.”