Page 45 of Fear of Love
“Please tell me you at least clean the couch.” Tasha sent her a pleading look.
“Most of the time.” Mila shrugged, which made Tasha slap her arm as we all laughed.
“Lydia’s right. You need Jesus.”
“I’m on my knees a lot, anyway.”
“Get it! Get it!”
Josie screamed at the TV. Tasha, Mila, and I leaned far away from her, sharing a look. Every time we did this, we all said we weren’t going to put the game on, yet we did. Then we were left sitting here, cringing away from Josie’s screaming. Mila could be just as bad at the arena, but at least she knew to keep her voice down here. Josie…not so much.
“Now you understand why I banned hockey in our apartment years ago,” Tasha said from the side of her mouth.
“Fitting she’s marrying a hockey player,” I whispered back.
“Shoot!” Josie screamed, jumping off the couch.
“No wonder we got kicked out of a bar once,” Mila muttered on the other side of us.
On the TV, the Toronto Knightswere behind by one goal with only a few minutes left in the game. There were multiple penalties on both sides. A bogus call put Trevor in the box that had Tasha cursing at the screen. Bryton was slammed into the boards so hard we all winced and had me wondering how he managed to stay on his feet.
With only minutes left, my phone buzzed once again on my lap. For the last hour, Landon sent me a string of dirty texts, every one worse than the last. I’d been trying to focus on the game, but he was making it hard to do. The girls gave me a few curious glances at the continuous texts, but thankfully didn’t say a word.
Landon: Care to soothe the sting of the loss?
I tugged my bottom lip into my mouth so I wouldn’t smile as I read his newest text.
Lydia: Sounding a bit desperate there.
Landon: Get your ass over here.
Even through text, his demand was noticeable. I could easily say no and stay here with the girls, but my skin felt itchy and hot after being teased for the last hour. There was no way I wasstaying here when there was a promise of knee-shaking orgasms in my future.
His address came through in another text. A reminder I had yet to actually go to his apartment.
The girls booed as the guys lost in the final seconds of the game. My mind instantly tried to come up with an excuse to leave without the girls asking too many questions. Although, I had a feeling they would be calling their men in a bit to soothe the loss they just took.
I knew it wasn’t fair to keep this from them, but it would just make things weird. This‘friends with benefits’thing I had going on with Landon was so new. I had no clue how long it was going to last. It could fizzle out in a week, for all I knew. Until I knew more, I wasn’t telling anyone.
With a quick plan in mind, I sent Landon a text and waited. Not even a minute later, my phone rang as planned. I quickly answered before anyone could see the name on my screen.
“Hello?”
“Every minute you’re late is the number of times you’re going to come.”I had to physically stop myself from reacting.
“Oh, hi, Larry.”
“Or maybe I won’t let you come at all,”Landon continued. I squeezed my thighs together and prayed it wasn’t obvious that whoever was on the phone wasnotmy financial advisor.
“What do you mean?”
“Edging you does sound a lot more fun,”Landon mused.
I really should have thought more about this plan because it was having the opposite effect on me. I should have known Landon would do something like this where I couldn’t snap back a response.
From the corner of my eye, I could see the girls looking at me, confused. Time to wrap this up.
“Okay… yeah… sounds good.” I purposefully paused as if he was talking on the other side of the phone. “I’ll be right there.” Before Landon could say anything else dirty, I hung up. Plastering on a fake apologetic look, I turned to the girls.
