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“Are you naked?”

“Is that your new greeting? I like it,” she laughs at me.

“Get that fucking dress off.” I can see it’s still ripped from the car.

“I didn’t shower. I can smell you on me.” She props up the phone and touches her tits where I came on them.

I tell her, “I can still taste you on my hands, on my face. Run your hands down your body and open your lips to me.” I know I’m all domineering and I don’t give a fuck. “Well, as you were good and never washed, I’ll let you show me how you touch yourself. I want to watch your pussy come.”

She angles the phone so all I can see is her pussy, her lips, her arsehole, her fingers moving around and around her clit, her hips moving.

“Talk to me, Kellen. I like it.”

I laugh. “You are a very dirty girl. Those buildings not doing it for you, and you want me to?”

“Always.”

“I want to bite that pussy. I want to tongue fuck you, imagine that, how that’ll feel, how it feels when I run my tongue around your arsehole. I want to bite it, fuck it. You’ll let me, Kitten, won’t you.”

“Yesssss,” she breathes out, and my tongue is literally hanging out of my head.

“Remember in the dark, how I held you, your throat, tied and gagged, my cock in your arse, how good it was.” I can see her hand moving faster and faster. “Come, baby, and you can watch me, how much I want you.”

She shouts out incoherently and I wonder if she’s soundproofed the bedrooms at her flat. Kasey won’t hear, he’s too far away, but the boys might.

When she brings the phone back up to her face, her eyes look so beautiful, nearly all black with pleasure, a ring of grey around them, drooping eyelids, the desire on her face intensified. I won’t survive any time away from her, never mind her following me around. I’ll go wherever she asks me to.

I think my heart is going to jump out of my chest as I come and come, shouting out, telling her everything I’m going to do to her. We both sit on the phone, neither of us wanting to hang up. I let her go eventually, counting the fucking days till she gets here.

Chapter

Fourteen

EVIE

I’m rushing from job to job with no time for anything. At least the boys’ exams are over with and they’re heading off to do some smaller festival before they go to the Isle of Wight. James is talking to Kell and Xan, and I linger at the door a little longer than necessary.

“Do you want me to come to the festival?” I hear Kellen ask him. “I want to, but I understand if you want to do this on your own. And although I want to come as a parent, as an artist I am a distraction. Xander too.” I can tell from his tone Kell is fretting over this.

“It’s fine, Dad,” James placates him. “Bucky and I talked it over. We want to get these first few out the way on our own, find our feet, then you can come.”

“I’ll send someone to record so we can watch and show your mother. Is Jonno still there?”

“No, he went home today. And Kasey’s packing now, so he’ll be gone in an hour.”

“Who’s left with your mum?” I can hear his voice going higher.

“She’s not there on her own is she?” Xan puts in. “Ring Jude. Get him over there, James,” Xander instructs him.

“She’ll kill me. She’s working ‘til midnight tonight with calls, and is up and out by 6 a.m. No, she’s fine. Jesus, you two are worse than the Greystones. Let her sort herself out.”

I smile and smirk a bit at how happy that makes me. Well done, James. They are a pain. I’m due there in two days and I need to sort things out for myself, the last thing I need is either one of them turning up.

“Tommy’s here,” I tell them, leaning over James’s shoulder. “Don’t come here, I’m busy and you’ll just delay me.” I see them look at each other. “I mean it, stay there. No ‘nipping up’ to see anyone in London.” I point at them both as I leave. I have stuff to do.

It’s 1 a.m. before I finish my last call, and I’ve an early start, but it’s the last day and by 5 p.m. I will be on my way. All my bags are packed, and I’m so excited to go, the anticipation is swirling in my stomach. I’ve missed them.

I call Kellen’s phone, no answer. I try Xan’s, no answer there either. They must be hard at it. I shower and get ready to hop into bed, trying Kell on FaceTime again, and he answers. Only he doesn’t, Becky does.

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