Apparently, he and his brother grew up with dogs, each of them having their own. It’s a trait he wants to pass on to his own kids if he’s lucky enough to have them. When he confided that, my mind instantly pictured the two of us, married, with a home, and two toddlers were running around chasing a dog.
If I’d come out and said I wanted that as well, he probably would have thought I was a creep. It’s a good thing I kept that to myself, though only barely.
I’m not ashamed to say that, when I’m around Devon, he has me thinking, dreaming, and believing that we’ll have a future, so maybe I wouldn’t have missed the mark, but I was definitely too scared to say it.
I make my bed for the day, placing my stuffed animal in the center of it. Every time Devon brings me home, our date ends at the front door, and I hate it. Sure, it’s only been a month since we officially began dating. But that’s not the point, not to me anyway. The parts that I’ve gotten to feel slide up against me a few times tell me he wants the same thing.
It would probably be so much better if I told him how I feel. With this thought in mind, I buck up. It’s now or never for this girl.
I snatch my phone off the nightstand, unlock it, and click on Devon’s name. This needs to be resolved. I mean, at the rate I’m going, my fingers will look like shriveled up grapes from getting myself off so much.
“Hey, baby,” Devon answers the phone bright and chipper. Meanwhile, I feel like I’m a boiling pot of water on the stove, ready to overflow.
“Hey.” I try to sound fine, but I’m anything but fine, and Devon can hear it in my tone. “So, I’m just going to come out and say it. I feel like we’re in this amazing place in our relationship, but I still feel like we’re in limbo, and a girl has needs. Do you know what I mean? Like, I’m finding myself falling deeper for you with every phone call, every date. Anytime you’re near my body wants to meld with yours, and damn it, Devon, with everything that I am, I want you.” I get it off of my chest, and I’m met with silence. I hang my head, thinking I screwed it all up.
“I’ll just… uh, let you go,” I stammer out.
“The hell you will. I hate like hell we’re having this conversation on the phone, but let me give you the cliff notes, baby. I’ve been taking this slow because of my past. I didn’t want to fuck up our future, and I wanted you to see just how much I care about you. I want you more than you could imagine. I fist my cock nightly thinking about you—me down your throat, or your fingers wrapped around me, not to mention how badly I want inside your sweet pussy. Don’t think for one minute I don’t want you. I’ve clearly screwed up, and I’m stuck at home today, not even able to hold you. That’s enough to eat a man up.” His voice is dark and brooding.
“Shit, I think we both probably screwed this up a little bit. I’m sorry. This could have waited until we were face to face, but part of me was scared you might not feel what I’m feeling,” I admit.
“Maybe we did, but I’d rather we have it out now than you hold it in until it eats at you. Since I’m stuck at home while the crew is working on the pool and landscape, why don’t you come over here? Bring a bathing suit. You can even help me cook,” he offers.
“I can do that. I can be there in about an hour. Will that work?” I ask.
“The sooner, the better,” he groans.
My own thoughts go to seeing Devon in a bathing suit. My nipples harden beneath my nightshirt, and I really hope today is the day he makes me his. “I’ll be there. Do you need me to pick anything up? Food or drinks?”
“Nope, just bring yourself,” he replies.
We hang up, and I get ready for my day with Devon, this time with more pep in my step than I had when I woke up this morning.
9
Devon
I called my brother, Lincoln right after I got off the phone with Michelle. There was no damn way I was ruining a good thing when it came to her, not with what I feel.
“Hey, big brother,” Lincoln answers the phone, and I hear Presley in the background with Noah.
“Hey, baby brother,” I remark like we usually do now that things are better between us. “How are things down in Florida?”
“Never better. Everything okay in Nevada?” he asks.