Page 23 of Viper

I chuckle. I have a feeling that to get anything out of her is going to be like pulling teeth. Good thing I’m damn patient and good at getting information out of anyone. Which is why instead of answering, I hit the call button and put the phone to my ear. At first I don’t think she’s going to answer it, but finally she does and the first thing she says is, “If I didn’t know you’d call me constantly for the next five minutes, I wouldn’t answer. So what’s it going to take for you to get off this call and leave me to lay here in peace?”

“For you to tell me how the rest of your day was,” I reply, moving to sit down on the couch in the small living room.

I hear her sigh and also the water sloshing as she moves around. I bite back a groan at the images that invokes. Damn it to hell, maybe I was a bit too quick in calling her. The last thing I need is blue balls. “It was like any other day,” she says carelessly. I hear her sip her wine. “I can’t do specifics, though, so I don’t know what else you want me to say.”

“You said you were still a bit pissed, so how about you tell me why.”

She snorts. “Did you really think that less than an hour in your company was going to fix two nights of little sleep? Cocky, aren’t you?”

She has a point. Still, I push her a little more. “Well, I am known for making days better,” I drawl. “Just a little bit of time with me, and your troubles melt away.”

“That the line you use to get all those women in your bed?” she scoffs. “You’re losing your touch. Might be time to go back to proper biker school and have them teach the basics again.”

God, she’s such a smartass. “Baby, we both know you don’t have any trouble with the lines I use on you.” I lower my voice and add, “Or have you forgotten how much you loved when Daddy talked in your ear and made you come so hard?”

Her breath catches in her throat, and again, she shifts in the water. “That’s different,” she replies tightly. “And we’re not doing this, so you can cut that out right now.”

A pleased smile pulls at my lips. “Getting a little hot and bothered, are we, baby girl?”

“Even if I am, you won’t be the one to help me take care of it,” she replies with a hint of smug humor in her voice. “After all, that’s what my own fingers and a waterproof vibrator are for, right, Daddy?” Her voice is breathy by the time she’s done, and holy fuck do I wish I had her address to drive right over there.

My cock is no longer semi, it’s now fully hard, and I have to resist the urge to undo my pants and stroke it. Not exactly something I can do with my son in the next room. “Baby girl, you’re playing with fire,” I warn her in a low voice.

“Consider it payback for pissing me off,” she says sweetly. “Now, are we good for this call and I can get back to what I’m doing, or anything else you feel the need to ask me?”

I’m probably pushing it a bit, but I reply, “Tell me just how you’re going to use that vibrator, and then we can hang up, and you can know I’m going to spend some time in my shower jacking off to the images you’ve put in my head.”

At first, she’s quiet, and I silently curse myself, wondering if she’s going to tell me to fuck off or hang up completely. But she surprises me by replying softly, “I think we both know what I’m going to do with this. I’m just glad it’s water proof because it’s probably going to get some good use out of it tonight. I’m so horny, and all I want to do is turn it on, put it to my clit for a while, and then fuck myself with it until I finally come so hard that my neighbors will hear my moans. Now, the question is, what name am I going to moan when I finally get off, hmmm?”

“Spitfire, we both know that the only name you want to say is mine,” I rasp, pressing my hand over my dick, trying to use some of the pressure to distract myself. “And the next time I get you under me, I’m going to have you screaming it.”

She gives a soft sigh, and water laps and moves in my ear. “Too bad we’re not doing that again,” she says breathily, and the sound of the water moving in my ears has me gritting my teeth. Is she fucking herself with her fingers right now? Or is she rubbing her pretty clit and thinking about me? Then she does the one thing that’s bound to drive me insane. She rasps, “I’ll talk to you later, Viper. And I’ll let you know what name I say.” Then the phone goes dead, and I just sit here, like an idiot with it to my ear as I try to understand what just happened. Finally, I get my wits about me and pull it from my ear and curse under my breath.

I quickly type out a message to her.

Viper: You’re playing with fire, baby girl. And I’m going to spank your ass the next time I see you for that little stunt.

Of course there is no answer, and I’m left sitting here wondering what she’s doing right now? And I can’t help the jealousy at the idea of her fucking herself with that piece of silicone and thinking that it will replace me. Or the feel of me. Still, the woman is a surprise, and I can’t help the wry smile that pulls at my lips. She is going to keep me on damn toes, and as frustrating as I feel that is going to end up being at times, it fills me with anticipation.

Still, I know better than to sit here and think about her and that bathtub, so I force myself to get to my feet and head into the kitchen to finish the dishes that I was in the middle of when Peyton called. Still, even as I refill the sink with warm water and soap, the only thing I can think of is Eden. Finally, by the time I’m finished, my hard-on is down to a manageable semi, but now I’m irritable as my balls throb and my dick complains that I’ve teased him too damn much.

It takes another hour before Archer is asleep in his bed and I’m able to head to the bathroom to grab a shower and take care of my problem without worrying my son is going to walk in on me and see something he shouldn’t.

I turn on the water, strip down, and look at my phone one more time just in case I missed any messages, and stop when I see a message from Eden. A sense of anticipation thrums in my belly as I open it. A guttural groan pulls from deep in my throat at the image that opens up on my screen. It’s of her, lying on her bed, with only her knees down showing, but it’s her fingers, wet and covered in what I can only assume are her juices. My mouth waters at the sight, and my dick is instantly hard as a damn spike. This time, I grip and squeeze it quickly as I stare at the image. Fuck, I know exactly how she tastes, and I want to taste her again.

But then I scroll down to the next message, and a primal satisfaction fills me as I read it.

Eden: Thanks for the orgasm, Daddy. I think I’ll sleep really well tonight.

I release myself and quickly type back a message, anxious for her to answer.

Viper: And did you scream Daddy’s name as you came, baby girl?

Eden: I guess you’ll never know. Now goodnight, and no more texting me because it will wake me up and then I really will have to do something about that fancy dick of yours.

I chuckle, shake my head, and put the phone back down on the vanity before I step into the shower. I don’t waste any time taking my dick back in hand, stroking it slow as I picture her. Laying in that tub, desperately fucking herself with her fingers and putting a vibrator on her clit to help her get to that edge faster. But in my fantasy, she can’t get herself there and I climb into that tub to help her out. Fuck, I already know exactly what I’d do to her too.

My hand moves over my cock faster as the images move past my closed eyes. I’d be in that tub, and toss that vibrator aside so I can lift her out of those bubbles and up to my mouth. I’ll fuck her hard and fast with my fingers, something I realized during our night together she needed. If I was too slow, she was impatient, and some of the passion would cool. But the moment I sped up, and that gentleness went away, she would be right back to where she was, moaning and grinding on my fingers and face. And that’s exactly what she does in my fantasy, moaning and crying out my name, before she comes all over my face and hand.

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