Page 87 of Mr. Broody

Henry.

If you can’t say it Jade, then you shouldn’t be doing it.

You’re alone, right? It’d be weird if Bodhi was next to you with us talking like this.

Henry sends a picture of him in bed, the space next to him empty.

Waiting for you.

My stomach somersaults. He’s killing me here.

I’m not the one who wants to go slooowwww.

I can get a babysitter and be ready to nail you against the wall within the hour.

I shake my head.

You know what I mean.

Believe me, I do. I haven’t jerked off this much since sophomore year of high school.

I hear you. I’m gonna need some more toys.

Shit, this isn’t Eloise I’m talking to. This is Henry.

Oh, I like the sound of this. Toys?

What do you want? Pictures?

That WAS my original request.

I could sit here and text with him all day, but I really do have to get ready. I search up the biggest vibrator I can find online and send a screenshot to him.

My latest buy.

He doesn’t immediately text me back like he has been, and I wait impatiently.

Well…

No words?

I didn’t want to say anything, but it’s a little small, isn’t it?

I crack up, my laughter bouncing off the walls.

I have to go get ready.

Come on. Let me see that beautiful face of yours.

I thought you wanted to see more than my face.

Are you offering?

I snap a picture of my leg and climb out of bed.

I do love both of your legs.

Wrapped around my waist.

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