Page 37 of Dark Horse

“A few selfish choices along the way, but generally speaking, I’d say that’s what I’ve been doing. Yes.”

“I know,” I say quietly, letting the line fade back to silence. This one’s more comfortable though. Too comfortable because my mind’s wandering back to our earlier conversation. Thinking about him doing those things to me.

“I’d trust you to do it,” I blurt out before I can stop myself.

“Help you?” He sounds confused.

“No. To be the guy waiting in the dark.”

“That’s good since I’ve already been him.” There’s a dark chuckle on his end of the line.

“Would you do it?”

“Do what?” He plays obtuse. He wants me to say the words so there’s no misunderstanding my meaning.

“Take me. Use me.” I hold my breath, and my heart feels like it’s pounding in my ears while I wait for this answer.

“If we set ground rules. Safe words. I’d think about it.”

I dig deep for the bravery I need to say the next thing.

“Then think about it and tell me what you’d do to me,” I whisper.

THIRTEEN

GRANT

Fuck.Me.

My cock’s hard, and I’m aching to run my hand over it for some relief. I’m exercising every last drop of self-control I have. My teeth are biting into my lower lip while I decide if I let myself have this with her. I want it, but there’s no going back if I do. It’s one thing for me to look at her pictures and tease her over text. Another thing to be telling her how I’d fuck her if she gave me free rein—confessing fantasies I’ve imagined her in a dozen times in the last week.

“This is a bad idea. Us doing this.”

“We’re already doing this. You’re already talking to me in the middle of the night. Looking at nude photos of me on your phone and imagining what I’d taste like. It’s too late to go back now. So tell me—” There’s a pause and rustling onher end of the phone before she speaks again. “Tell me what you’d do.”

“What are you doing?”

“Taking my panties off. They’re getting wet,” she muses. Her tone is teasing and sweet. One I rarely ever hear, let alone directed at me.

“Hartfield… Fuck…” I plead with her for mercy even though I know it’s hopeless. She’s ruthless when she sets her mind on something.

“Don’t. Call me the nickname. You might hate them, but I like them. I like that you have one for me,” she says so sincerely with a tone so tender. I’m imagining her spread out in front of me, naked and looking up at me like she wants me.

She’s good at this. So fucking good at this. I don’t know how I didn’t notice it before, how easily she can just wrap you around her little finger and make you do what she wants.

“We can’t do this, Hellfire.” I slip my hand under the elastic and run my hand over my cock. I have to suppress the groan of relief. I need it to be her sassy fucking mouth, but I’d settle for anything right now.

“Tell me you’re not getting hard just thinking about it, and we’ll get off the phone and go to sleep like it never happened.”

“You know I’m an excellent fucking liar. I do it for a living.”

“So then lie to me and tell me you’re not touching yourself right now.”

“Fuck… I can’t…” I give my greedy cock another pass, trying to sate the need to be deep inside her.

“Tell me how you’d use me then. You’ve already torn my panties off. Now what?”

“I’d ball them up and stuff them in your mouth so you wouldn’t say something to make me feel like I have to bust someone else’s face in. I’d need to concentrate if I’m kidnapping you. Fuck knows you won’t make it easy.”

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