Page 12 of Another Postcard

I grinned smugly.

Brooklynn: I was thinking about what I wanted to eat and you came to mind.

My jaw hit my lap when it fell, and my dick wept with the idea of her bee-stung lips wrapped around it.

Me: I’m willing and available to satiate your hunger anytime, baby.

Brooklynn: Good to know. If I ever have a desire to eat you, you’ll be the first one I call.

Me: Were you about to call??

Logic told me it wasn’t the case, but I couldn’t help hoping.

Brooklynn: I did make a call actually.

How had I missed it? I instantly went to my missed calls and saw it was empty. No voicemail either.

Me: When? My phone doesn’t show a missed call from you.

Brooklynn: Why would it? I called and ordered takeout from the little Italian place you recommended. It gave me a chance to break out my language skills. I’m good with my mouth like that.

My head fell back against the couch, and I groaned in frustration. I lifted my phone high so I could see it and tapped out another message.

Me: One of these days, your teasing is going to cause you to find yourself tied to my bed with my tongue in your pussy, and I won’t let you come until you’ve apologized for each and every one.

It took a long time for her to respond, and I dropped my cell into my lap, wondering if I’d gone too far. Then I felt it vibrate, and my head flew forward as I opened it back up to see her reply.

Brooklynn: Tied with what?

Me: I prefer soft materials to the traditional handcuffs.

Brooklynn: I’ll keep that in mind.

Fucking hell, the woman would be the death of me.

Brooklynn: Food is here. Good night, Levi.

Me: I’ll comfort myself with the knowledge that you’ll be thinking of me as you savor every bite.

I didn’t see her answering message until the next morning since it had come through at around two A.M.

Brooklynn: You tasted delicious.

8

Brooklynn

We finishedthe other two songs for the album over the next week, but since Levi and I were reworking “Sanity,” Noah got Cooper to push off the recording a week and extend our studio time. We came in early and stayed late, barely able to tear ourselves away from the music. We were going to spend the upcoming week fleshing out the details as a group before laying down the tracks.

Levi hadn’t brought up our text exchange from the week before, and at some point, I was finally able to be around him without blushing to the roots of my hair. We’d texted a few more times, but those texts had been low key and platonic, so I’d grown comfortable again. We arrived before the rest of the band to work out some last-minute kinks and were in the sound booth listening to the recordings we’d done when Cooper arrived.

“Hey, Cooper,” I greeted.

“Brooklynn,” he replied with a smile. “Lovely as always.” Then he and Levi did that hand shake-back slap thing that I would never understand.

I’d been feeling guilty the last few days and wanted to talk to Cooper about it. “I hope we didn’t cause problems when you booked us extra studio time. I’m sure we displaced some of your other clients.”

Cooper waved it off. “It was no big deal.” Then he grinned like the Cheshire Cat. “I should be thanking you actually.”

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