Page 62 of Second Swing
Christmas is around the corner, and I need to get her, and Waffles, something, but I’ve had trouble nailing down what. I might need to rope in Selene to do some Christmas shopping. Not that my cousin would ever turn down spending money, especially if it isn’t hers.
“Clint?” She picks up the phone, realizing I’m on the other line.
“Hey, Dove. What are you and Waffles getting into tonight?” I teaseher. It's been a busy week with Janelle being in town and her uncle’s passing. Paloma called me when she got a text with the news as I was leaving town for a few meetings to finalize Albatross sponsors. I’ve been checking in on her throughout the week, but damn do I miss her.
“Not much. I just ordered a sausage and mushroom pizza. I’m about to watch my favorite show.”
“That fireman show? The one you and Cassidy are obsessed with?”
She laughs, and a grin stretches across my face. “Yes, that’s the one. I’ll get you to watch it eventually.” Nothing is better than the sound of Paloma’s laugh. All I want to do all day is make her laugh so I can hear it again and again.
“It’s a date. I wish I were there with you now.”
“Me too, baby. Only one more day, right?” This trip upstate to finalize the last bit of investors has us spending a few days apart, and I cannot wait to get her back in my arms.
“One more day. I promise I will be back in Cypress Lake tomorrow.”
“This is the last meeting out of town, right?” Her voice carries a whiney pitch, and though I hate to be the cause of it, my dick jumps at the neediness in her tone.
“I may have one more after Christmas. Do you want to come with me?” For a millisecond, I swallow deeply and let the small voice in my head convince me I’m an idiot for asking her to come on a trip with me after the first time. But we promised each other no more running, and I bite back my emotions.
Without any hesitation, she excitedly exclaims, “Can we make it a whole weekend? It would be so amazing to get out of Cypress Lake and enjoy something new for a while.”
“Hell yeah, we can!” A throaty laugh escapes my lips, and I stand tomy feet, exuberance humming along my skin. Now whether or not the meeting happens, I’m taking my girl out for a long weekend.
“We can spend the entire weekend together. Where will it be?” she asks me, and I have no idea. But work is no longer on my mind.
“We will get our own cottage on the beach,” I reply, remembering her mentioning the beach during one of our conversations.
“The beach sounds perfect. I know it seems crazy because it's getting cold here as winter approaches. The scenery is just so beautiful, and it's been a long time since I was able to put my toes in the sand.” She pauses, maybe in thought. “Maybe I’ll pack my bikini for you.”
“I would never be upset with seeing you in a bikini, but my favorite outfit is your birthday suit.” I chuckle to myself as her laugh comes through the phone. I love her, and I can’t wait to tell her. And I will, the moment I hold her face in my hands.
“You are something else,” she snickers over the line.
“Yeah, well I’m yours either way.” I shoot back, because it's the truth. I’ve been hers for seven years, and I’ll be hers for the rest of our lives.
She hums and sounds like a calling, like a song I have no choice but to follow after. Sultry and rich and all mine. “I like you being mine, Clinton.”
“What else do you like, Dove?” The question doesn’t linger. She knows without a doubt how bad I have it for her.
“I like knowing you kept my sleep shirt after all these years.” As I’m about to respond, she continues, “I like that it’s the only thing I’m wearing right now. I like imagining your hands climbing up my thighs.” Her voice dips and takes on a more husky tone. “I especially love when you spread them and eat me out like you're starving.”
And fuck, if she isn’t right. I’m starving for her. Her touch and taste.
“Believe me, baby, the thought of tasting you again is maddening.” I chuckle, but there isn't anything funny about my absolute need for Paloma. How much I want her should be illegal.
“Call me on video, baby.” Within seconds her call comes through, and I answer, turning our call into one where I can see her beautiful face. “That’s better.”
“Let me just turn on another light.”
Quickly, I stop her, not wanting her to be out of sight for a single moment. “No, baby, the lamp is fine. I just need to be able to see you.” She sets her phone in the holder next to the bed. Her room has a sultry feel to it. It’s dark enough where the background is only shadows, but I can make her out just fine. “You’re absolutely stunning.”
“Clinton, I—” She stumbles over her words. Her blush makes her even more sexy. I want to reach through the screen and pull her into me. Her white sheets and duvet are more hotel-like than the place I’m in, and it allows me to imagine we are in the same room.
“Tell me, Dove, what are my hands doing after they climb up those thick thighs of yours? Do you want my hands to spread you apart and fuck your pretty pussy with my tongue? Play with your clit and pump you three fingers full until you're coming all over my hand?”
“Yes, Papí,” she whispers through a husky moan.
