Reno: I know you said we shouldn’t contact each other, but I saw the news about Evie. I just wanted you to know I’m thinking of you.
I almost piss myself with excitement when she responds a minute later.
Juliette: That’s so sweet of you. I went to see her last weekend. We’re planning a getaway with all six of the women who were there.
Reno: Are you going to Pineapple Island for this getaway?
Juliette: Haha, no. We’re going to Evie’s house in Florida.
I type “I miss you” and erase it six times before finally sending another text.
Reno: Please be safe.
Juliette: Aww, are you worried I’ll get lost?
Reno: It’s not outside the realm of possibility.
Juliette: Luckily, I had a big stud to keep me from getting lost on my last vacation.
Fuck, she’s flirting with me. I think about how to reply and grin when I put my thumbs to the screen.
Reno: Name the time and place, and your own personal stud service will be there for you.
Juliette: That’s a very generous offer. I’ll let you know if your servicesare needed.
Reno: I take pride in providing top-notch service, dream girl.
Juliette: I can’t argue with that. Thanks for checking on me, but I have to get to bed. Work in the morning.
My cock, which has been pretty much stagnant for the past couple weeks, is now making a resurgence. The thought of Juliette underneath me while I “service” her has me hard as stone, and I reach down and palm myself.
My girl is getting in bed now. Will she be having the same kinds of raunchy thoughts that are currently flooding my mind? Will she touch herself and think of me?
Rising from the couch, I head to the bathroom in my new apartment and turn on the shower jets before stripping down. Stepping inside the amber-and-cream tiled shower, I allow the water to beat down on my back while I beat something a little lower with my fist.
It doesn’t take long, and when I crawl into bed ten minutes later, I fall into the most satisfying sleep I’ve had since I left Pineapple Island.
Chapter 33
Sperm talk
“That’sthethirdtimeyou’ve checked your phone, Jules,” Xander says from across the table at Primo’s Pizza. “You expecting a call or something?”
“Her book just went out to ARC readers yesterday. She always gets obsessive,” Holly answers for me, though that’s not at all why I was sneaking a peek at my screen.
Since Reno’s initial text a couple weeks ago, he sends me daily messages. They’re usually of a cool cloud he’s spotted or a funny meme, but occasionally I get one of the flirty ones. And those are the ones that have me reaching for Mr. Lemon or one of my other toys. God, I miss the real thing.
“Eighty-two of them have downloaded it, and several have messaged that they finished already,” I say excitedly, bringing myself fully back into the conversation with my siblings.
“It’s definitely one of those all-nighter books,” Holly replies with a wink. She and Bubba are seated with Xander across from me, and Jordie is in the chair to my right.
“I can’t wait to read it,” my younger sister says, wiggling in her seat. “And I think it’s so cool that your friend Evie has actually been that Eden person this whole time. Did y’all enjoy your trip to Florida with her?”
Holly and I, along with the other three members of our original college Spring Break group, stayed in Evie and Dane’s Florida home last week. Bubba came too, and he and Dane stayed at a friend’s housea couple doors down to keep Paulie and Aiden busy while the ladies caught up with Evie.
We regale them with stories from our time there. The Papadopoulos twins still constantly snipe at one another, so that made for some prime entertainment.
“Aiden was obsessed with Paulie’s cute little nose,” Holly says with a giggle. “He kept trying to put his finger in the baby’s nostrils.”
