My fingers hover over the screen as I think.
I would want you to fuck me–hard and fast–while I scream your name.
I know there are women who just tell a man what he wants to hear or something that will stroke his ego. But with Dane, I mean every word. I’ve had the real thing, and I know he’s not full of empty promises. Sex with him lives up to the hype.
A few minutes later, he texts back.
Baby, you’re driving me crazy. Are you trying to get me hard?
Just trying to get you as turned on as I am.
Well, it’s working. I’m glad this game is about over.
You and me both.
I hope I get to make good on these promises soon. I miss you.
I can’t help but smile because I miss him too. I miss him more than I thought I would.
As I’m lost in my own thoughts, I get another text, but this time, it’s from Ronnie.
I click on it to see what it says.
Hey, sister! What are you up to?
Just finishing up at Eve’s soccer game.
After I send it, I go back to texting Dane.
I miss you too. Hopefully, I can get away for a little time soon, so we can have some alone time. I need you to make me come.
It’s not until I get a reply back that I realize I accidentally sent that to the wrong person.
I just saw you a few days ago, but you didn’t have anyrequests like that.
Only Ronnie would be unfazed enough to make a joke after that message.
Sorry. Wrong person.
Well, I would hope so. How about I come pick up Eve and take her to dinner?
You don’t have to do that.
I know. But after all the shit that’s gone down lately, I think you deserve a couple kid-free hours to get your jollies off. Give me an hour, and I’ll pick her up from your place.
Another text comes through before I can reply.
Don’t even try to argue with me. It’s a done deal. Tell your vagina that I said she is welcome.
Maybe I should feel bad about having my sister take Eve for a bit, but all I feel right now is excitement.
I’m going to get laid tonight.
Chapter forty-one
A Fucking Dream come True
Dane