Page 114 of Test the Ice
“Two,” I breathe out.
“Your voice…goddamn,” Malaki groans.
I say nothing, too preoccupied in the pleasure.
“You’re doing so good, Reese.”
My entire body heats.
“Don’t get shy. Your sweet moans are safe with me.”
Oh my god.
I make one more noise, and suddenly, I’m falling into an altered state. My fingers work in overtime, my back arching for more.
“There it is.” Malaki’s voice is distant, but it’s the final push I need to truly let go. “God, you’re mesmerizing, even through the phone.”
I’m still riding out my high when I hear Malaki groan on the other end of the phone. He curses under his breath, and the thought of me turning him on from across state lines is addicting.
My body finally relaxes, and I pull my fingers out from between my legs, letting my arms fall to my sides.
“That’s my girl,” Malaki whispers, his voice hardly hitting my ears. “I’m proud of you.”
The smallest smile slips onto my lips.
“Sleep, Dimples. You deserve it.”
It takes effort to speak, but I take full advantage of my high and say something I wouldn’t have admitted prior. “I sleep better when you’re here.”
“I know you do,” he says. “I’ll stay on the line all night, babe.”
I roll over, pull the covers up, and put the phone beside my ear. “Thanks.”
“Sweet dreams, Dimples.”
I smile with a coffee mug pressed against my lips, already done with cleaning the kitchen after prepping dinner for this evening. Charleigh is at my feet, playing with her new favorite toy–a spatula–while I daydream about a make-believe future with Malaki, who I’ll see later on today.
My phone was dead as a doorknob this morning. I frantically sat up in bed, wearing nothing but Malaki’s t-shirt, my panties thrown off to the side somewhere.
I quickly plugged it into the charger, and as soon as it came back to life, a text from Malaki was waiting for me.
Malaki
Your phone must’ve died while you were sleeping. I’ll be home later today. Can’t wait to see you and Charleigh-girl.
I squealed like a teenage girl and flopped back onto his bed. While bouncing back and forth between rationality and a state of utter delusion where Malaki and I end up happily ever after together, raising Charleigh, without Benedict showing up likesome sort of plague, Char woke up, and I slipped into mom mode.
That isn’t to say I haven’t been eagerly checking the time, waiting for him to walk through the door.
“What am I going to do, Char?” I ask, taking a sip of my coffee.
She looks up at me from the kitchen floor and smiles.
I bend and give her a kiss on top of the head. “I love you, pretty girl.”
“Ma…ma!”
“What will we do when this is all over?” I ask. “Move into our own place? Stay friends with him?”
