Page 14 of Tangled Desires

“Lyric.” Jagger’s voice takes on an edge. One that does nothing to stop my fingers from wandering deeper, and my thighs have no problem opening in order to give me more room to work with.

“Jagger,” I reply, hoping and praying he can’t tell what I’m doing over the phone. While he may have been a grump on Saturday, it doesn’t deter me from using him for spank bank material.

“Woman.” His raw, guttural, and barely contained groan-like growl causes my spine to tingle. I really need to get this conversation done and out of the way; it won’t be much longer until my hands are doing what I really want him to do.

“I’m here, promise.” I open my eyes, taking myself out of the scene I set up in my head. The faster this call is over, the faster I can get back to business. Which is why I pause my ministrations. I shouldn’t be doing this while he’s on the phone, especially with how Saturday turned out to be. Plus, he went ghost mode. I haven’t heard a peep from him or his office since Jagger sent the invoice. If I didn’t know where his parents live, I’d have thought they took my money and ran.Though, I did receive a receipt yesterday, which helped calm my nerves some.

“For now.” Jagger sounds exasperated. Well, same, my guy, same. I want a man I shouldn’t want. I mean, after all, he’s the one who quit answering my calls and returning my letters.

“You were saying?” I spur him back on the subject at hand. If he’s going to interrupt my time, the least he could do is hurry up the conversation. I still have things to do, and my orgasm is top priority.

“Lyric, you’re testing my patience. I’m ready to quit what I’m doing and drive to where you are and see exactly what you’re doing that has you breathless.” I’m tempted to invite him over, except I think Jagger needs to sweat a little.

“By the time you get here, I’ll be through, and you won’t know where I’ll be.” I’m not sure where those words come from or how I’m being this bold. My fingers have a mind of their own, continuing to slide into my panties, then one slips lower, strumming my clit and causing me to bite my lower lip.

“I wouldn’t bet against that, gorgeous,” he says with a teasing tone. I feel wetness coat the tip of my finger. I add another, making a V on either side of my pussy. I’m not wet. I’m soaked, saturating my panties in a way I’ll have to change them once I’m done. I’m refusing to touch on the little pet name he let slip through his lips. At least he didn’t useLili.I’d really be screwed then, and there would be no stopping me from sinking two fingers inside my center, getting off, and moaning his name.

“Maybe we’ll have to test that theory. You were saying?”

“Fuck, Lyric, we definitely will. Back to shop talk, the last damn thing I wanna talk about now, but if I don’t, something tells me you’ll tease me to no end.” He has no idea.

“You’re not wrong there.” My muscles tense when I edge my finger inside and swirl it around, slowly building myself back up.

“Bad news first, you need new air conditioning, inside and outside units with new duct work. The good news is, I built that into the estimate I sent over. A contingency without you having to come up with more every time you turn around.” I hold still, calculating how long that will take to install and what it’ll do to the timeline of the project.

“Okay.” I’ll do just about anything to keep him talking. Though, not in the way he reminds me of what I’m doing; there’s no need for all of that. It also makes me want to rip all my clothes off, tell him to come over, and greet him naked at the door.

“That will be done tomorrow. The demo part of the project is nearly complete. All that’s left is the kitchen. That being said, we’ll have drywall and mudding going on tomorrow, and as long as everything goes to plan, paint on Thursday. You should be good to come in on Friday at the earliest, the latest on Saturday. That is if you want to stay at your house through the construction. The option is open to you. Just let me know so we can section the hallway off.” Now I’m imagining him ripping things out of the house. The drywall, the cabinets, the flooring, and while he’s doing that, well, he’d be shirtless, and I’d be greeted by his muscles bulging with every movement.

“Hmm.” I clear my throat when I realize what I’ve done. “I think I might wait until the weekend, if that’s okay. I’m already booked here at the Inn. There’s also the fact that I don’t have a bed, bedding, or washer and dryer.” Jagger groans at the mention of the bed. I kick my sandals off my feet, prop my legs on the edge of the table, and sink lower into the chair. I’m sure I look like an erotic mess, but ask me if I care.

“That’s fine. Oh, and, Lili.” Fuck me, he had to use that name, the one that gets me every single time. The one he absolutely knows what it does to my insides. The one he only used sparingly at a different time in life, and it was usually when we were naked. I spin out of control, my back arches, my calves flex, toes gripping the edge of the wood, and I sink two fingers all the way inside my core.

“Yeah,” I pant as the palm of my hand grinds down on my clit.

“Think of me while you’re fucking your fingers. It’ll give me plenty to think about tonight when I’m in the shower with my hand wrapped around my cock. Soon, we’ll both have the real deal, but for the time being, those sweet sounds and wondering what you’re doing to your pussy when I’m not there to watch will hold me over.” His voice, the way he talks about what he does to himself, and how he’ll be doing it tonight… Now I want him to watch. Oh shit. The two of us getting ourselves off while watching, that’d be even hotter.

“Jagger.” My skin is flush, perspiration is pebbling my skin, and each time I slide my fingers in and out, it only makes me want to go harder and faster. “You do that while thinking of me?” I question in between pumps, keeping mypalm on my clit, either pressing down or swiveling it, anything to keep me on edge.

“You’ve got no idea, but you will soon.” He hangs up without saying another word. I drop my phone to the ground and continue my indulgences. Usually, this wouldn’t be enough. It’d be my fingers on my clit while a toy vibrates inside me. That’s not the case today. I also didn’t recharge the flesh-like dildo, a task I need to remedy because talk about a lady boner killer.

My mouth opens on a silent cry when the orgasm takes ahold of my body, and I’m a shivering and shaky mess. “Jagger.” I’m out of breath, and as it slowly subsides, hearing the wetness between my legs makes me feel a different kind of ache, this one deep in my bones. I place my feet on the carpet, pull my fingers out of my still quivering center, and realize my panties aren’t the only things that are ruined, because so is my dress.

A shower is definitely in order, and a nap, in that exact order. Which is weird because I can’t recall the last time I’ve ever felt the need to crawl into bed in the middle of the day. I didn’t do it when Mom passed away, and I didn’t do it when Dad passed away, either. I kept chugging along. Maybe now that my life has become my own again, this is my body’s way of telling me to relax. The only problem with this way of thinking is now more than ever, I wish Jagger were in bed beside me.

11

JAGGER

It’s been a week since my eyes have landed on the woman who has my cock in a constant state of hardness, and I’m surprised new callouses haven’t formed. I wake up every morning with my hand wrapped around my length, unable to even get out of bed to start my day until I get off. Lyric is at the forefront of my mind each and every day. So much so that I found myself shooting her a text and calling her when I’d leave the office to head to a project. She’d answer, sometimes with a happy tilt to her voice, sometimes she’d be sad, trying to brush it off and telling me it’s because she’d written in her journal. I’ve learned that she’s struggling with her newfound freedom from taking care of everyone else except herself. That socked me in the gut and had me making a call to my mother. If anyone can help someone wade through the storm, it’s her.

I also got to hear her breathless yet again, though it was nothing like the time she was getting herself off while on thephone with me. I’m still unsure of how Lyric started it, but I know it was me who helped her finish it. I’ve never gotten off the phone so fast before. Had I been home, my jeans would have been undone, cock out, and I would have been coming right along with her. As it is, I’ve had to reserve that for the comfort of my home. Which I’ve done, every damn time I take a shower.

At least today, I’ll get to see the woman who has my dick in knots in the flesh. My schedule has been a shit show between working in the office and going around to projects we’ve been trying to wrap up. Some are so far behind it’s making my head spin, and Joss is ready to spit nails, bust elbows, and more than likely walk out. I’ve had to do some fast thinking, promise her a paid vacation and lunch on me a few times a month. Needless to say, the permits we were waiting on with the commercial side of Jagged Edge Construction, whatever Joss did lit a fire under their asses, and now we’ve got all hands on deck. That also meant not being able to see Lyric like I wanted. I’d work at the office, go around to all the sites, and then finish my day at Lyric’s house. The crew would be long gone when I’d get there; I’d go over what they did for the day and then worked on what I could. A lot has been taken care of, including the two rooms I’d promised Lyric, the air conditioning is installed, and the drywall is taken care of throughout the entire house, taped and mudded. The sanding wrapped up yesterday, and come Monday, they’ll start on painting the walls and ceilings. The hold-up will be the kitchen cabinets; ordering and installing them is the six-week lead time. There’s still plenty left to do, like flooring, trim work, and putting up light fixtures.

I pull up to Lyric’s house, noting her Tahoe is already in the driveway, and she’s got the front door open as well as the hatch to her SUV. She’d asked me earlier this week if someone would be at the house to help her with a few things she ordered. Apparently, the furniture company gave her a drop-off window of all day. She also had a few boxes delivered this week, and while my crew placed them inside, I already knew how heavy they were when my project manager called me to talk about what they finished yesterday. He said that shit was heavier than hell and no way he’d let his wife even attempt to push it to a different area in the house. I’ve got a distinct feeling Lyric has a penchant for heavy shit, which means the probability of the boxes she’ll be unloading today will be too damn much for her to carry.

I climb out of my truck after going through the motions of putting it inPark, unbuckling my seatbelt, and turning off the engine.

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