Page 85 of Free to Run
I smile. “What were you up to, baby? You just got over being sick.”
“Wrapping your birthday present, if you must know,” she smarts back at me.
Jesus, my birthday’s next week. I’d completely forgotten about it in all of the chaos of trying to find Melody and flush her out. “You could just tell me what you got me,” I suggest.
“And spoil the surprise? Not a chance. I’ve been working on this for a few days now.” I hear the excitement in her voice.
I can’t wait for it, no matter what it is.
“As long as you’re a part of it, I’m sure it will be perfect,” I reassure her.
“I hope so,” she murmurs. Then louder, she asks, “Did you just call to check in?”
I decide to play with her a bit. “What if I was calling for phone sex?”
There’s silence on the other end of the line. “Aren’t you at the office?” Her voice isn’t refusing the idea out of hand.
“Hmm.” My response is noncommittal. “What do you have on, baby?”
I hear her breathing pick up through the phone. “A tank, shorts, and panties.”
I judge my distance between where I am and the house. Pushing down on the accelerator, I say, “Lose the shorts.”
“Keene!” she laughingly exclaims.
“You heard me, Alison.” My voice is stern. “Unzip those things you call shorts and kick them down your legs.”
I listen carefully for the metallic sound of her zipper teeth releasing. When I hear it, I say, “That’s my girl. Now tell me, what room are you in?”
“Bedroom.” Her voice is husky over the car speakers. I can feel my cock swell behind the zipper of my jeans.
“Even better,” I purr. “Lift your hands to your breasts. Cup them for me, but don’t touch the nipples.” Her raw groan is the sexiest sound ever heard through this sound system. I wish I could record it. I’m minutes away from the farm, so I don’t want her coming before I get there.
“You’re killing me, Keene. I hope you know that.” Her voice is pure sex. My woman is turned on. Turning down the farm’s main road, I smile wickedly.
“Not yet. Besides, you love what I do to you,” I say confidently. “Put the phone on speaker, baby.”
“Done,” she says breathlessly. Her voice sounds farther away, even though I’m less than thirty seconds from the house.
“Pull off your top.” I wait for her to comply. Then, “Suck on your fingers. Start rubbing them over those beautiful nipples.” I park outside so she won’t hear the garage door open. I switch the car off and let the call switch back over to my cell. Sliding out, I let myself in the front door. I hope she’s so involved in what I’m saying to her that she’ll ignore the telltale sign of the chime. “Are they hard yet?” I can hear my voice from the bedroom over her speakerphone.
“Yes.” Her voice is shaky. “What now?”
Pausing by the stairs, I give her one last order. “Take one hand and slip it down your panties, Alison. I want to hear how wet you are.” I wait until there’s a slight hitch in her voice before I say, “Don’t you dare come.”
She lets out a mewl of protest. She has no idea I want to be thrusting inside her, feeling her clasp around me when the eruption of her orgasm hits.
Quietly, I make my way down the hall. “How bad are you, love?”
“Bad, Keene. So bad. I need something.” Her groan reaches me through the bedroom door.
I whip off my clothes and stand there, stroking my aching cock. It’s leading me like a compass, guiding me to where I should go. Opening the door, I see my woman writhing on the bed. She’s just let out a breathy “Keene” when I disconnect the call. She groans, dropping her head back in frustration.
“Yes, love?” I taunt from the doorway where I stand, still stroking my cock.
Alison’s head snaps up, and she hops up on all fours. Her eyes are almost feral with heat. God, if I could take a picture, I’d take one of her like this.
This woman owns my soul. There was never one who did before her, and there will never be another after.
