Page 63 of Brim Over Boot
I panic, hanging up immediately. My pulse rings in my ears as I wait. He’s going to call back. I know he is.
The second the call comes through, I swipe to accept it, not wanting to wake anyone in the house. “I didn’t mean to call,” I tell him, my voice a harsh whisper.
He makes a soft grumbling sound, and I try my hardest not to picture him in his sheets. “You sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure,” I hiss. “I’d know if I meant to call you.”
“Why are you awake?” he asks, rustling around.
“None of your business.”
I go to sit up, and that’s when I remember I have a carrot in my ass. I make a startled sound, the shifting having caused it to lodge deeper.Oh fuck.
“Colt?” Noah says, the word firm.
“It’s nothing.”
“Didn’t sound like nothing. Are you hurt?”
I nearly laugh, biting my lip as I resist the urge to move the carrot any which way. “No. Not that you should care.”
His grunt is frustrated. “Right. Why would I? Not like I have a heart or anything.”
I frown. “Not when it comes to me, you don’t.”
“Jesus Christ, Colt. You make me wanna strangle you sometimes.”
This time, I do laugh. It’s not a happy sound. “Case in point. A person doesn’t want to wrap their hands around the neck of someone they care about.”
I regret the words the moment they leave my mouth, the memory of Noah’s hand circling my throat leaving me flashing hot.
He chuckles darkly. “I’m not so sure about that.”
My swallow is rough. “Well, whatever kinky shit you get up to, leave me out of it.”
“I’m not all that kinky,” he says. “Unless… Do you want me to tie you up with rope, little Colt?”
“What?” I sputter, my grip on the carrot making it shift in a way that has me fighting a groan. Okay,damn, that doesn’t feel horrible. “I never said that. Stop putting words in my mouth.”
“I can put something else in your mouth if you’d like.”
“Holyfuck. What is your problem?”
“Well, see,” he says slowly, “somebody woke me up. So I’m feeling a little testy.”
“I already told you I didn’t mean to call,” I snipe back.
“So you say.”
“You didn’t have to pick up,” I point out, squirming a little as I shift the carrot around. It’s moving inside of me easier now, but I wish the condom wasn’t there, as bunched as it is. Doesn’t feel the best. In fact, this experience leaves a lot to be desired. Unless…have I just not gone far enough?
“What are you doing?” Noah asks, his voice low and curious.
I still. “Nothing.”
“Are you…jerking off right now?”
“No,” I deny vehemently, my cock bucking. I bite my lip hard, refusing to make a sound.
