Page 88 of Edge of Unbroken

“So, uh, maybe this isn’t the best time to tell you this,” she says, her voice timid and suddenly tinged with shyness, “but I… I was able to get some relief last night…”

Immediately it clicks for me—her bashfulness, the breathy voice so recognizable to me—and my eyes fly open.

“Baby, I… Are you telling me what I think you’re telling me?” I’m already getting worked up by her words and the images that instantaneously appear in my mind of Cat touching herself.

“What do you think it is I’m telling you?” Her voice is a soft whimper, which does nothing at all to alleviate the want building inside me at a dizzying pace.

“Did you… did you touch yourself last night?” I try hard not to be too forward, just in case this isn’t actually what she’s talking about, though I’m almost certain I hit the nail on the head.

“Uh-huh,” she moans softly.

I swear my blood drains from my head straight to my cock, making me go rock-hard in seconds as I picture Cat giving herself pleasure.

“Okay,” I say and swallow hard, closing my eyes again. “Do you feel comfortable telling me about it?” Fuck, I hope she says yes.

“I… I think so.”

I suffocate a needy growl before it can escape my chest. “Baby, I don’t want to pressure you.” I open my eyes, hoping the visual input will detract from the pressure of my dick straining against my jeans. “You can tell me or not tell me, it’s completely up to you.” I reach into my boxers and adjust myself. Jeans and hard-ons arenota great combination.

“I just did what you suggested I do; I touched myself the way I want you to touch me; I pretended my hands were your hands…” she breathes. I let my eyes fall shut once more, both my breathing and my heart rate picking up as I imagine running my hands all over her soft body. “And I got so worked up, Ran… I got so… wet.”

I say nothing at all, listening to her intently. I’m afraid if I interject she’ll change course, will reconsider telling me about what she did last night, or even just change the tone of her voice, which is so damn sexy right now. “I just kept touching myself, trying to make it feel like it does when you touch me. I couldn’t make it feel exactly the same,” she says in a low voice. “The way you touch me is just… it’s perfect. But I felt the buildup like I do with you, so I just kept going until…”

“Until?” Try as I might, I can’t conceal the want in my voice, which dips lower with the image of her perfect face contorting with pleasure.

“Until I came,” she says breathily.

God, fuck.

“I wish it was me doing that to you,” I groan. “Fuck, I want you so badly.”

“God, Ran, I think about you all the time. I miss you—all of you. I miss… I miss feeling you,” she says timidly.

I smile. We haven’t felt each other like that many times since we met—only three times, actually—and I love that Cat fantasizes about us, that she has wet dreams, that she wants me. Of all the guys this girl could have, she chose me—chooses me still, despite how broken I am.

“Don’t even get me started,” I say with a small chuckle. “You have no idea how many times a day you cross my mind. You’re my absolute favorite thing to think about.”

“So, are you going to have to take care of theissuetonight?” Cat teases me and giggles.

I laugh. “Sweet of you to think I have enough willpower to make it until tonight. This is going to get taken care of as soon as we get off the phone.” I stretch, trying to relieve the sexual tension gripping my muscles.

“Oh,” she says, a little flustered.

I smile imagining her flushed cheeks. No matter how often I touch her, how many times we have sex, how frequently our phone conversations turn to steamy subjects, she still has this shy side to her, while also knowing exactly what to say and do to give me a raging hard-on. It’s hugely surprising and an even bigger turn-on.

“Sorry, I hope that doesn’t make you uncomfortable,” I say, still mindful of moving at her pace.

“No. I’m just wondering why you have to wait until we get off the phone.”

Holy shit.

My cock jerks in my jeans with an aching throb. “Um, what do you mean?”

“You could just take care of it right now, Ran. With me on the phone.” Her voice is low and so, so sexy.Fuck.

“Jesus, baby,” I groan. I’m so damn turned on right now that I actually consider her request. “Are you sure you’d want that?”

Her breath comes quick and shallow through the phone. “Yeah, I do,” she says. “If I can’t touch and feel you, I’d want to at least be as close as I can while you make yourself feel good,” she breathes. “Please?”

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