Page 15 of Bringing Home the Bacon
“Is that your phone?” he asks, but the ringtone quickly stops.
“Uh, yeah, it was. Sorry. I should have put it on silent.” I run my nails down his back to get us back on track.
He instantly responds to my touch. “No problem. Where were we?”
“Riiiiight here, I think.”
I take him in my hand this time and place him right where I want him. He nudges inside me just an inch. My mouth falls open in pleasure, and… “Daniel” by Elton John blares again from the other room, then stops.
I’m going to kill him.
Bacon pulls away again. “You think maybe someone’s trying to get in touch with you?”
“Yeah, maybe, but whatever, he can leave a message.”
“He?” Bacon’s eyebrows furrow.
Yeah, my twin brother who always knows how to spoil my good time.
But I don’t say that. Instead, I grab Bacon’s hips and pull him close again, saying, “He, she, they, whoever. Let’s just ignore it. All I care about right now is you and me.”
“You and me. I like the sound of that.” He kisses me on the nose. It’s so tender and sweet, I could melt.
But it turns out I don’t want tender and sweet right now. Right now, I want to…
The ringtone blares a third time, and this time I am pissed.
“Ughhhhhhhh! Excuse me a moment.”
Bacon rolls to his side while I bolt buck naked into the next room.
The phone stops ringing just as I pick it up. A litany of text messages from Sam have all been delivered in the past ten minutes. In rapid succession.
Sam-Dan
Colleen are you okay
Colleen please answer me
Twin-sense is taking over and I’m worried about you
Are you in some kind of danger in NYC
Report back or I’m calling the police
I fire off a text of my own.
Seriously, dude? The police? Simmer down. I’m fine! I’m having fun with a friend.
The dots on the screen show that he’s responding right away.
Sam-Dan
A friend
Which friend
I didn’t realize you had a friend who lives in the city
