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“Maybe you’re right.” His words were a bit reassuring, but still not satisfying. I wished I were able to help her study. I wasn’t the smartest person, but it would mean time together. “I think I’m going to take off, alright? I’m not feeling it anymore.” I stood and grabbed my coat from the hook by the door and put it on. Then I grabbed the framed photo Gypsy gave me for Christmas. “Thanks for dinner. Tell Maggie it was delicious.”

“No problem, man. Drive safe out there. Oh, and we’ll have to check the horses’ shoes over the holiday break. With the ground being harder now, I want to make sure they are a good fit and don’t need changed out.”

“Sure thing.” I nodded as I let myself out. I just wanted to go home and be alone.

I drove straight to the base, no stops on the way, and let myself into my apartment. By the time I got there, Derek’s reassurance had fully settled in. Gypsy was just working really hard because it was finals week. I thought maybe I could help her relax a bit by being there, but she’d just set a healthy boundary, and I needed to respect that.

But I missed her.

So I stripped off to my boxers, ready to relax in bed and watch a show, but I decided to call her first to see how she was doing. The first call rang through to voicemail, but I didn’t get discouraged. I waited a few minutes and tried again and she picked up.

“Hey, Evan, I’m sorry about tonight. I’m just stressed about these classes and—”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, okay?” I wanted her to feel reassured. I had my own feeling about the evening, but she was under a deadline so I needed to support her and be patient. “I’m fine, and when you pass all these tests, we will celebrate because you’ll have a holiday break.”

She chuckled. “Yes, we will. But you realize I still have to work, right? The residency isn’t like the classes.”

“Yes, but you’ll have evenings available to do things with me, at least.” Hearing the lightness in her voice helped me feel better. I had a tendency to brood and obsess on things, so I felt this was a step in the right direction, to be able to react calmly to a situation that made me unhappy.

“I could think of a few fun things we could do over the holidays.”

I wanted to take that comment as a conversation starter, the kind where we’d list every fun holiday tradition we could do together—gingerbread, ice skating, make a snowman. But the sultry way she said that made my cock twitch. I’d been jonesing for her all day, andnowshe wanted to talk to me like that? Now, when we were miles apart?

“Oh, yeah?” I played along, wondering what she had in mind. Our habit of phone sex and flirty messaging had me right on the edge, ready to touch myself.

“Yeah, I think we could do something now, if you want.”

God, if only I could see her. “Yeah? Well, you have to study.” I wasn’t trying to discourage her at all. I was merely trying to make sure she was okay with breaking the plan of studying for whatever it was she had in mind.

“I feel bad that I blew you off, Evan, and I want to show you that you matter to me, so I was thinking maybe we could...” Her soft moan told me she was touching herself too.

I shivered with desire, my dick now half-chub and growing.

“We could... ?” I asked, drawing it out.

“Well, if I were there, I’d be doing one of two things. Maybe I’d be straddling you, because fuck, does that feel amazing when you let me take control. Or maybe I’d be on my hands and knees, one hand on my ass, spreading myself so you could see my world, looking back at you over my shoulder, begging you to mount me like a wild animal and claim me as your mate.”

“Shit...” I hissed under my breath. The image of her ass in the air, curves for days, pussy dripping and ready, it made my cock harden. “God, that made me so hard.”

She snickered, and I heard her heavy breathing. “You want to be an animal with primal instincts? Fuck me doggy and dig your nails into my sides?”

I stroked myself as she talked, imagining the way it felt to slide into her. “Maybe I want your ass. Did you think of that?” I already had precum, which dampened my boxers, so I pinched my phone between my ear and shoulder and used my other hand to shove the boxers down.

“Mmm, and maybe something fun in my pussy?”

I could hear the way her lips curled into a smile as she said it. “Shit, Gyps, you’re fucking with my mind.” I imagined her pushing that damn banana into herself as I fucked her.

“Well, that’s the point, isn’t it? You know what would be better than fucking my ass?”

This was so intense I couldn’t hold the phone anymore. I switched it to speaker and laid it on the pillow next to me, pushing my covers away as I continued stroking. I felt my balls drawing up, my climax nearing with every sentence out of her mouth.

“What’s that?” She had to have heard me stroking now, my feverish movements growing faster as I neared the edge.

“Well, have you ever been covered in chocolate sauce and sucked off? Because my tongue can do some amazing things. And I’d do them all while you watch me finger myself in a mirror.”

The picture that painted in my mind was all it took. I blew hard, covering my dick with my hand so the mess didn’t go everywhere. The bed shook as my body convulsed, and I lay there enraptured by the weight of relaxation that sank through every cell of my being.

Fuck, she was good at that.

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