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“Sounds fun.” she pauses before adding. “Mom, I just want you to know that I never questioned if you wanted me.”
“I know, kid. And I’ll make sure you never do.”
Chapter forty
Soccer Games and Dirty Texts
Michelle
It’s now been two weeks since Dane and I have gotten any real time together. Not only have we been busy with work and soccer, but Eve has been attached to me almost constantly. She says the thing with her dad doesn’t bother her, but her stuck to me says otherwise.
It’s been nice spending a ton of time together, but I do miss Dane.
And if I’m being real, I miss the sex. I got a taste, and now, I want it all thetime.
All. The. Time.
It doesn’t help that I’m sitting at another soccer game, staring at him while he coaches. I can’t stop all the dirty thoughts running through my mind.
Although we haven’t been able to get together on a personal level, we’ve seen quite a bit of each other. Between soccer games and other school functions, we keep running into each other. We try to act as normal as possible, and so far, it seems to be working. Eve doesn’t seem to have any idea.
Thank goodness.
She’s gone through so much with her dad lately. I don’t want to add to the reasons why her parents have disappointed her.
I’ll just do it in secret.
I’m not sure that’s much better, but it’s how I’m choosing to handle things at the moment.
During half-time of the game, I pull out my phone to send Dane a message.
We’ve been texting almost constantly–most of the time, it’s dirty. I’m not sure if it’s helping or just making us hornier, but it’s fun either way.
My fingers type out a message.
You look sexy as hell out there. I wish we were alone.
It takes a few minutes before he’s able to look at it.
Oh, yeah? What would you want to do if we were alone right now?
I think for a moment, trying to figure out what I should say to drive him crazy. Up until a few weeksago, I'd never sent a dirty text. I never had a reason to. With Dane, though, it’s fun. It helps that I feel so comfortable around him.
I finally figure out what to say.
I would want to take a ride on your beard.
Man, who am I?
I’m not sure, but I’m going to keep riding this wave.
You’re my favorite thing to eat, baby. I’d lick that pussy all night.
Just reading the words has me feeling all flustered. I know I’ll be thinking about him doing that for the rest of the evening.
He texts again.
What else would you want to do?
