“Is that why you sound breathless?”
I didn't answer. I couldn't.
My body hijacked control, took over steering my common sense in the right direction. I veered into enemy territory, not worrying about each emotional landmine we could set off.
My skin tingled as I imagined him touching me everywhere, his hands where mine were, running between my legs in perfect rhythm.
“Tell me you want this, Peaches.”
I hummed into my phone, pulling my roaming hand out of my shorts. “I have to go.”
“You have to go or you have to come?”
Lashing out wouldn't do me any good. I knew that. So, I tried to grab the steering wheel from my body and veer it back to sanity.
“Stop thinking, Whitfield. Slide your hand back down your shorts.”
“Jax, the moment …”
“Just started. I make the moments and rules with us, baby.”
“No, you don't.” The words sounded weak even to me. My body held the reins and all it wanted was to turn toward Pleasure Road with Jax.
Jax chuckled at my sorry excuse for a denial. “Spread your legs and feel how wet you are. Rub back and forth just like I would for you, baby.”
He hypnotized me with his voice like a melody rocking away all my thoughts.
“I want to be around you, next to you, touching you, in you,” he breathed. “It feel like I'm making a moment for you yet?”
My fingers slid over my clit and inside myself again. I didn't even contemplate admitting how slick I was.
“That's okay, Peaches. The next time we do this, I’ll make sure you answer every question.” He stopped for a second and then growled, “I'll make you beg for it, and believe me, you'll like it.”
I should have stopped, hung up the phone, and gone to sleep. Instead, I hummed, “Jax,” as my fingers picked up speed.
“Keep it moving. Almost there. You need to unravel tonight, baby, just let it take you. Feel me with you.”
My body let go of the steering wheel. I let go of my perfectly planned, relaxing day. I unleashed the ball of unknown in me and just let it roll spontaneously through me.
My orgasm hit so unexpectedly I practically screamed into the phone. It was feral, unhinged, and more ferocious than I'd felt in a long time.
As I came down from its high, my body shook when I realized Jax was breathing heavily on the phone.
“Jax, you okay?” I hesitated to say more. I didn’t know where to start. Should I thank him for the phone sex? Ask what he was doing?
“You felt me with you, Sweet Sin. Next time, I sure as fuck will be.”
I wanted to tell him there wouldn't be a next time, tell him how wrong this was and that we shouldn’t do things like that anymore. But he hung up by the time I'd gathered myself enough to respond.
I searched for the feeling of guilt for going that far with him over the phone. I’d never done anything like that in my life. Never even ventured into that type of territory and instead of testing the waters, I’d thrown caution to the wind and dove all the way in.
I should have felt bad, I knew that. This wasn’t what a proper girl who followed the rules did. This wasn’t what a girl who wanted to blend in and relax through her summer did either.
The idea that I wasn’t proper made me smile a little though. I stared at the new décor with pops of color in my room and reveled in post-orgasm bliss.
This wasn’t proper maybe, but I needed to be me. If me was inviting the enemy back into my sheets through just a phone call, then so be it.
The sleep that came after shouldn't have been so peaceful but I slept so soundly, I woke up later than usual and wasn't prepared for class.