Page 76 of Famous Last Words
Me: Brat.
Keller: ??
I can’t help but grin at her reply. Man, she’s a fucking smart ass. But, if I’m being honest, her sassy mouth is one of the things I like most about her.
After our weekend together, things between Fran and me have well and truly shifted. I mean, she sat on my fucking face, for Chrissake; lines were definitely crossed. I don’t know what’s happening between us, if anything, but I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t something there.
Keller: I promise, once my commission check clears, I’ll quit working at the bar, Dad.
Me: That’s Daddy, to you.
Keller: Ew.
I chuckle.
Me: Did you see the game?
Keller: I saw highlights.
Me: Did you see my fight?
Keller: Yep.
Man, she’s really giving me nothing here. Time to bust out the big guns.
Me: Did it get you all hot?
Keller: You’re horny, aren’t you?
Me: I’m a 25yo guy who just won a hockey game. Of course I’m fucking horny.
Keller: Is your cock hard?
I blink at her message, reading it at least seven times just to make sure I’m not seeing things. Nope. She definitely just asked me that. Talk about zero to sixty. Yeah, whatever line was crossed between us after this weekend is now well and truly erased.
Me: It is fucking now.
Keller: Prove it.
Holy shit.Is she serious right now? I thought she would’ve taken a lot more convincing.
I sit up and tug off my t-shirt, lying back down against the pillows and snapping a picture of my lower half—my stomach, my low-hanging sweats, my dick tenting the gray fleece.
Me: [photo]
Fran doesn’t respond straight away, and a part of me worries that maybe she wasn’t being serious, and my picture has offended her. But then my phone shudders with a new message and Holy. Fucking. Shit. She’s sent me a similar shot, only instead of gray sweats, she’s wearing nothing but a pair of black cotton panties. And, as if that’s not enough, she has a bright pink vibrator in her hand, resting against her mound.
Me: Are you fucking kidding me right now because I swear to God, Keller…
Keller: You think you’re the only one who gets to be horny?
I groan at the thought of her there, in her bed, getting herself off.
Me: What are you gonna do with that thing?
Keller: Make myself come.
Me: You are fucking killing me right now. You know that, right?
