Page 25 of Rushed

Keenan

Rush answers on the first ring. “Hi, gorgeous. How goes the first Christmas Eve in history?”

It makes me sad. “I wish you were here with me.”

“Feckin’ killin’ me I ain’t. Next time, Kitten. We’ll make our own new memories. Plus, I’ll see ya on New Year’s, yeah?” Lincoln says it so lovingly; it makes me miss him all the more.

“Ya’ll love watching the ball drop. I’ll give ya a kiss you’ll never forget at midnight, and we’ll ring in the New Year in style.”

“Can’t wait.” Really, I can’t. With his training and the work at the club, I’ve hardly had time to enjoy him or his cock. He told me before I was a greedy girl, and nothing is short of the truth on that. I am greedy; I want it all the time. He makes me lustful. He’s introduced me to a variety of sex toys that I’d never even heard of, let alone considered trying. And I’m anxious but excited every time something new comes out.

“Ya’ll be back on New Year’s Eve, and I expect to be unwrapping ya.” Oh, that voice. It does me in every time. Just hearing his voice makes me wet.

“Are ya drunk, Kitten?”

“Um, I think so,” I admit. Licking my lips, I sway in front of the bathroom mirror.

“Touch yerself,” he commands roughly.

“Now? But you’re not here?” I can feel the heat rushing in my veins. He turns me to mush with the simplest of commands.

“Do as yer told,” he growls. “Touch yerself. I need to hear ya come. Consider it my early Christmas present.”

It’s not hard to imagine Lincoln in my head, touching my clit, rubbing my lips and dragging his finger along the seam of my ass, so I do as he commands. I begin to rub my clit until it’s sensitive. Massaging and flicking it, I feel myself coming close to the end, hearing his tight breathing on the end of the phone.

“Oh, that’s it, Kitten. Let me hear ya. I wanna hear yer soft moans as ya cry out my name.” I know he’s so far away, but I can feel his touch on my skin.

“I miss the feel of you, Lincoln. I want you inside me.” I sound like such a horny and wanton girl. “Don’t make me come alone. Touch yourself.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’d never make ya get off alone. My cock was beggin’ for ya to suck it and stroke me off. I was hard before ya called.” His voice hitches, and I envision him punishing his cock. The sight of his hard cock being stroked has me hotter as I dip two fingers inside. I’m close. So close.

“The alcohol is making me so lightheaded. I’m gonna come soon,” I tell him.

“Me too. Just hold off another minute. I wanna be licking that moist pussy and fuckin’ ya so bad my balls ache.” God, the way he is with dirty words sends me over the edge.

“I can’t—” I don’t finish my sentence as I feel my body clench around my fingers. Just as I’m about to come in a haze of wine and sexual frustration, I hear his breathing become quicker.

“Come for me, Kitten.” He moans into the other end of the phone while I sigh out his name, bucking against my hand. My legs are weak. I lean against the corner of the tub to steady my sated soul.

Grabbing a hand towel off the rack beside the mirror and wetting it to wash up, I try to hold onto my phone without dropping it in the sink. “Well, Linc, there’s another first for me. Phone masturbation.” I giggle as the cloth touches my sensitive, sexually fueled body.

“I’m glad I can assist ya with new opportunities.” I can hear his ragged breaths as he tries to come down from his own high. “I heard from Troy about an hour ago. He was able to sneak away from the city without a tail. He should be at the cabin in under an hour.”

“That’s good. I know Jax is anxious for him to be here,” I say, shutting off the water and putting the towel in the hamper. I’d hate for someone to have to clean up after me. “Did you know they’re doing presents tonight? I’m really excited. I hope they like what I got them.” I was worried when it came to the Broadway shows. I’d hate to get them something they’ve seen and/or possibly hated. “You’re sure they haven’t gone to it yet?”

“Trust me, love. If Troy had seen it, I’d have heard about it. When he and those boys love somethin’, they rave and rave about it. So I’ll say again to trust me.” I grin into the phone like a besotted schoolgirl with a crush. This strong, massive man makes me feel so gushy over him. He is amazing. Not only does he accept his brother and those who are like they are, but he does it with no judgements and no malice. Just love.

“I trust you. I better get going before they run up these stairs and ground me from my phone. I’ll see you in a few days?” I ask.

“Yes, Kitten. I’ll see ya soon,” he says, as he hangs up the line.

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