“Yep.”
“Like?”
“Like, going to Vegas and gambling it all away. I’m rather risky when I want to be.” She giggles, but I already knew it was a lie. Scout is one of the most risk-averse people I’ve ever met.Another reason we can’t work. My life is nothing if not risky.
“Scout, I’m serious.” I laugh, slipping off my jeans before laying back on my bed, hand under my head as I stare at the ceiling.
“It’s none of your business.”
I can tell she’s partly joking, but also that her words are serious. Interesting how secretive she can be when she wants to. It doesn't deter me, though; it only makes me want to know her more.
“Damn, I’ll just have to catch you in a better mood and squeeze it out of you.” I laugh, and there’s a bit of a pause. I take a breath to say something, but she speaks before I get a chance.
“What are you doing now?” Her voice is smaller, a hesitancy behind it that makes me wonder.
“Laying in bed.” I narrow my eyes with a grin. “You?”
“Same.”
A jolt runs through me at the thought of Scout in bed, half out of, or maybeallthe way out of her clothes. I’d thought maybe my pesky erection was gone for the night, but that brings it roaring back with a vengeance, and I have to take a deep breath.
“Yeah?” I try to make it sound casual as if I’m not picturing every inch of her body. “What are you wearing?” I’ve literally never asked a woman this on the phone, and it feels like a conversation I would have walked in on when Antonio lived here. I can’t believe the words came out of my mouth.
“Nothing.” Her voice is soft and husky, and my cock throbs at the sound, the tip of it slipping out of the fly of my boxer briefs. It takes everything in me not to reach down and touch it, but that feels like going too far. She hasn’t said she wants to have phone sex, and I’m not the kind of guy that jerks off to a woman’s voice without her knowing about it.
A groan does escape my lips, though. I can’t help it, and then there’s the sound of Scout dissolving into a fit of giggles on the other end.
“I’m kidding,” she gasps through them, and I close my eyes again for an entirely different reason. “If you must know,” she adds, “I’m wearing Demon Slayer sweatpants and a tank top. Sexy, I know.”
Actually, at that moment, I think there probably is nothing sexier than Scout in anime sweats and a tank that she’s definitely not wearing a bra under. I feel like I’d rather see that than a dozen lingerie models in my bed, and that’s how I know I’m in trouble.
Absolutely, genuinely fucked.
“What about you?” she giggles, and I think about making something up. But instead, I tell her the truth, mostly because I can’t resist the urge to find out how she’ll respond.
“Boxer briefs.”
Scout snorts. “Wait, seriously?”
“I mean, I’m getting ready for bed, so—”
“I thought most guys just wear boxers.” Her voice is almost curious, and my cock throbs again, reminding me I’ve spent the better part of two weeks in various stages of arousal around Scout without much relief. I need to fucking come, and badly.
“Too loose. Shit just flops around.”Dear god, why did I say that?
“Big dick, huh?”
My jaw almost drops to the floor. “Scout!”
“Well?”
Why don’t you come over and find out?I can’t say that, though. She wouldn’t take me up on it, for one, and even if she did—
“Relax, Tito, I’m teasing you,” she says softly, her voice bell-like over the phone. “I’m sorry about your small dick.”
“I know.” I laugh, trying not to let on how thoroughly aroused I am or how much I want to show her just how big my dick actually is. Compared to the locker rooms I’ve been in, at least, I’ve got a pretty good situation going on.
“You’re easy to tease.” Her voice sounds more sleepy than before, and I heard the ruffling of her covers through the phone.