Page 56 of Finally Home

“Wren.” My voice comes out in a croak. Clearing my throat, I try again. “Starling…you’re naked. And back in our house.”

She spins around, cheeks flushed as she covers as much of herself as she can. Biting back a groan because it’s the first time I’ve seen her naked in weeks, I push a hand down on my rapidly swelling erection. She must see the heat in my eyes because she drops her arm from her breasts and sits down on the bed.

She tilts the phone up so all I can see is the top swells of her breasts and her gorgeous face, still pink either from the shower or embarrassment. “Is that a problem for you, Roly-Coly?” She asks. Her voice is low and husky and doing absolutely nothing to curb the flow of blood to my dick.

I take a deep breath and try to focus on literally anything else, but she’s naked in our house, in our bed. “I thought we were taking a step back?” The words pain me to say, but I don’t ever want her to regret anything that happens between us.

“We are,” she says slowly. “But I also miss you so much. And being here, surrounded by your smell…” she moans, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. “You smell so freaking good, Rho.”

I smirk at her through the screen, leaning forward in a fruitless attempt to get a closer look at her perfect tits. “Do you miss me so much that just smelling my cologne turns you on, baby?”

Her pupils dilate and she nods frantically. I palm my cock again, grunting quietly. She freezes, eyes wide and locked on the bottom of the screen where just the top of my V muscles are visible. I flex just a little bit for her benefit. A quiet whimper slips from her lips, and I lick mine, desperately wishing I could taste her sweet mouth right now. “Are you good with this, Starling?” She nods again, but I shake my head. “Words, Wren. I need to know you won’t regret this later.”

She snaps out of her lustful fog, and her eyes meet mine. “I could never regret anything we do, Rho. I really, really want this.”

“Good,” I say with a dark chuckle. “Then set the phone back on the nightstand so I can see all of you while you touch yourself for me.”

She gasps, but does as I say, and it turns me on that much more. I move the laptop back and push my sweats below my ass, exposing my hard-as-steel cock. Her pussy is already wet, making me moan as I slide my hand down to grip my erection, giving it a few firm strokes.

“Fuck, baby. Show me how you play with that pretty pink cunt when you’re alone and needy.”

Whimpering, she slides two fingers into herself, wetting them and rubbing circles over her swollen clit. “I want to see you too,” she begs.

“You beg so sweet, Starling. I can’t wait to get my mouth back on you,” I groan and my mouth waters as I imagine her taste on my tongue. Gripping my cock again, I stroke it slowly, making sure the angle is just right so she can see the precum on my tip.

She speeds up as she fingers herself, using her other hand to pinch and twist her rosy nipples until they’re hard points on her chest.

“That’s it, baby, add another finger,” I pant out, my own release dangerously close already. I’m so pent up seeing her like this–knowing she trusts me.

She moans even louder. “I’m so close, Rho.”

“I’m almost there, Starling. Come for me, baby,” I say with a groan, using my other hand to massage my balls.

“Ohhh God, yes! I’m coming!” She yells.

Her fingers work her clit in rapid circles, dragging her release out, and it sets mine off, my hand works over my length as ropes of come shoot onto my stomach and neck. “Fuck, that’s my girl,” I breathe.

We’re both breathing heavily with satisfied smiles on our faces until hers drops suddenly, and she grabs a blanket to cover herself. I sit up, alarmed at the sudden shift in her demeanor.

“Wren! Starling, what’s wrong? What just happened?” I panic as my mind runs through every worst-case scenario.

“You didn’t record that, did you?” She asks in a whisper.

My heart stops. “Of course not! You know I would never, ever do that to you. I swear, baby. You can check everything when I get back if you want to.”

Her eyes shut tight, crinkling in the corners. “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have even asked. I know you wouldn’t do that. It’s just, something weird happened today, and my emotions are all over the place because of it.”

I’m immediately on high alert. “What happened, Wren?”

She looks at me guiltily and shrugs. “My Instagram account was hacked, and somebody posted some old pictures from college. Nothing terrible, but things like me passed out drunk in the bed of a truck with my clothes out of sorts, me dancing on the table at that bar we used to go to, me on our Spring break trip to Cannon Beach with a joint in my hand; stuff like that.”

My ears ring, and I see red, but I know I need to keep my temper in check in front of her. “I’m so sorry, Starling. Were you able to get it taken down? And do you think it was Derrick again?”

“I’m working on it, but since cannabis is legal in Oregon, none of the pictures are technically incriminating. I’m gonna try not to panic if it takes a few days like it did with the video.” She cringes. “They managed to change the email and everything, so I have to contact Instagram to change my password and regain access to my account. And I guess it could have been Derrick, but I don’t know…”

“You don’t know?” I ask gently.

Nodding with a sigh, Wren locks eyes with me. “He’s not some hacker, Rho. I just can’t see how he could this. Add in the video and anonymous texts, and it just seems too sophisticated for someone like him. I mean for God’s sake; it took him a year to learn how to work the security system at his apartment.”

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