Page 142 of Honey Pot

EPILOGUE

TWO MONTHS LATER

“What are you wearing?” I asked Clementine through the phone, with my feet propped up on the back of a stadium seat. My head hung back between my shoulders and I stared at the roof, bored to death and grumpy about being up before seven am.

“A mini skirt and no underwear,” Clementine teased, her voice muffled. She said something on the other end that I couldn’t hear. “The movers keep clapping everytime I bend over, no idea why…”

“They’re in your apartment?” I grumbled thinking about her long legs in her skirt. When she didn’t respond to my question a low whine left my throat before I could stop it. “Plum, please…” I hoped she could hear how pathetic I looked right now.

“Are you jealous of the movers, Cael?” Clementine laughed and it made my heart race.

“Yes,” I said and sat up in the chair. “Are you really wearing a miniskirt?”

“No Cael, I’m packing.” I listened as she switched the phone to her other ear. “I’m wearing sweatpants and I haven’t washed my hair in a week, I must smell like a locker room.”

“That’s even worse!” I groaned loudly, my cock hardening at the thought of it. “Sweat and lavender…” I huffed, I could almost smell how delusional I’d become. “Your ass is mine Clementine, you should be charging extra for them to see it in those pants.” I gripped the phone tightly, I could picture exactly whather butt looked like in those sweats and my entire body shivered in response. “And I miss your smell,” I whined without meaning to, it just slipped out.

“It’s only been a few weeks Cael, we’ve gone longer.” She dropped her tone. “I’ll be there soon.”

“Don’t shower until I get home from Spring Camp,” I demanded.

“I’m showering the second I get to the Nest,” she argued and I licked my lip at the thought of her rolling those annoyed, beautiful brown eyes at my request.

“You’re not playing fair,” I kicked my phone against the chair.

“We’ve gone longer,” Clementine reminded me.

“Which is exactly why this is torture. It’s not a daydream anymore. I can count down the days and time is laughing at me.” I removed my hat and ran my hand over the fresh fuzz that had formed after my buzz cut. She was going to flip out when she found out I cut it. “I still can’t believe you won’t move into the Nest permanently.”

“I’m not moving into the frat house, Cael,” she said, before bossing someone around on the other end. I wanted her home, bossing me around. I clenched my jaw as I listened to her use that stern voice on the mover, shifting uncomfortably until finally just getting up from my seat and starting to pace. “Having my own apartment is what I need,” she reminded me.

The conversation had begun rocky when we finally sat down to discuss what we both wanted, and the only thing we could agree on was her being closer. I had begged her to stay at the Nest, but she was bound and determined to have her own space and, as upset as the space made me, I understood. She was still scared of my shadow and I wouldn’t force her to live in it. The apartment was a compromise, it was close to campus with controlled rent but still gave her independence.

“I left the keys on my dresser,” I said to her in defeat, after I had made a copy that was currently burning a hole in my pocket.

“Thank you,Baby,” she purred and, just like that, all the frustration melted away. “I’ll be waiting for you when you get home from Spring Camp,” Clementine reminded me. “You’ll come see me?”

“My first and only stop,” I confirmed. “I hope you don’t have plans because we aren’t leaving bed for a week,” I warned her, dropping my tone. “I’ll be starving by then.”

“Two at least; if you’re a good boy I’ll wear the skirt.” She giggled and every muscle in my body strained under the sound.

“No underwear?” I asked, the thought of her thighs creating a burning pressure in the pit of my stomach.

“Will you clap for me when I bend over?” She dropped her voice into the tiniest moan.

“Are the movers listening?” I asked her.

“No,” she said.

“Put me on speaker, I want everyone in that god forsaken apartment to hear it.”

“Bobbi is here,” Clementine warned.

“She’s going to love this.Speakerphone,Plum. Now,” I ordered.

“You’re on speaker.” She laughed softly and I heard her set the phone on the counter.

Perfect.

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