“Yes, everyone is asleep.”
“I wish I was there right now.”
I hummed into the phone. “Oh really? And what would you do if you were here?” I asked, trying to play the role of the seducer.
“I’d put my hand exactly where yours was in that photo,” he began, and without thinking, I put my hand back where I had it, letting it rest on the hem of my thin sleeping shorts.
“And then?” I asked, hearing the evidence of lust in my voice.
“I’d skim my finger on top of your shorts, dipping it gently inside to feel the soft skin underneath.” My finger followed his trail. “And then I’d tug your pants and underwear down and toss them to the side.”
“You’re not wasting any time,” I murmured, fingering the top of my shorts before pushing them down my long legs.
He chuckled dark and low. “You wouldn’t mind. You’d beg me to speed up.”
“Mmm,” I hummed, stroking my fingers back and forth along the seam of my panties before gently pushing them aside.
“Kinsley, I want you to touch yourself.”
I inhaled sharply and let my fingers drift lower, along the sensitive skin of my upper thigh.
“Maybe I already am.”
I could hear his slow smirk through the phone when he hummed in approval. “Stroke yourself like I would if I was there.” His tone was dark and more seductive than I’d ever experienced. I’d never been bold enough to do something like that while someone listened, but I didn’t hesitate for one moment.
I let my fingers glide between my thighs, stroking slow at first, and then faster and faster as he spoke dirty thoughts through the phone.
“I wish I could feel how wet you are right now.”
His heavy breaths spilled through the phone and I sped up my pace even more. I dipped my finger inside and pulled my wetness up toward my bundle of nerves, reveling in the sexy moment.
“I’m so close, Liam,” I admitted with a weak voice.
“I bet you taste so sweet, baby. I’d slide my fingers in and out, and then lean down and taste you for myself.”
“Liam…”
“Come for me, baby. Let me hear you.”
I stroked faster, arching my back and feeling the beginning of tingles spread through my body.
“I can’t wait to sink into you, Kinsley. Promise me you’ll spread those thighs wide for me.”
Those sexy words pushed me over the edge and I lost myself in the bliss of the moment. It rolled through me in a seductive wave and I liked knowing he could hear my moans. I purposely made sure he knew just how much I was enjoying my orgasm.
When I stopped shaking, Liam spoke, “Fuck, baby, I loved listening to that.”
I tugged a pillow to my chest and smiled up at the dark ceiling, suddenly feeling embarrassed for getting so carried away.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, coach.”
I hung up the phone before he could answer and squeezed my eyes shut. My phone buzzed in my hand and I looked down to see he’d sent one last text.
Liam: Don’t make any plans for tomorrow night.
Liam Wilder brought out a side of me that no guy had seen before. It was a little wild and a little reckless, but with him, there was no other option.
Chapter Fifteen
Monday morning I was positively giddy on my way to practice. Becca and Emily said that I looked loony, but I ignored them.
"It's just a beautiful day!" I joked, pulling my car into my normal spot at the fields. Since Liam got back from New York the night before, he'd be at practice. We had plans to meet up later, but I wasn't sure where we were going yet.
"You're so annoying," Becca laughed, sliding out of the passenger seat. As soon as her feet hit the pavement, she paused and I watched her smile fall.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, leaning forward to see around her. From my seat I couldn't see what she was staring at, so I quickly hopped out of the car and ran around to find a sight that made me tighten my fists.
Josh was waiting for me at the front of the field house with a bouquet of flowers and a giant sign that said, "I'm sorry, Kinsley".
"Oh my god," I murmured under my breath. This was not appropriate. One glance around the packed parking lot and I knew that everyone on my team, my coaches, and Liam had already seen him. I couldn't believe he was doing this.
I walked straight up to him, trying to stay calm. He smiled wide when he saw me approaching and for a very, very brief moment I felt pity for him… but then I remembered the Bimbo naked on his bed.
"Josh, what are you doing here?" I asked with a tired tone.
He unraveled a lopsided grin. "Isn't it kind of obvious?" he joked, pointing to the "I'm sorry" sign.