you. I’ll see what I can find, myself, and send it to you.
JJ: I’m not worried about it, babe. It isn’t like the guys routinely flip through pictures on my phone.
Riley: Still.
JJ: Stop stressing. I want you nice and relaxed when I get home tonight. Can I wake you up when I get back?
Riley: That depends…….
JJ: On?
Riley: How do you plan on waking me up? :devilish grin emoji:
JJ: How does my mouth on your pussy sound?
Riley: Like the best way to be woken up.
JJ: Followed by you riding my cock. I want to see those tits bounce while you ride me.
Riley: Well, okay, then. (Also, I’m already wet thinking about it.)
JJ: Fuuuuuuck. You had to go there, didn’t you?
Riley: You painted such a vivid picture. Sorry that my body responded? :winky face – water droplets – winky face:
JJ: You’re making me hard. Thank god I’m on the bus and not still in the locker room. That was a little awkward earlier when I first looked at the picture. Standing only a few feet from your brother with my dick going hard while I looked at your sexiness was throwing my mind for a loop.
Riley: #sorrynotsorry :shrugging shoulders:
JJ: You’ll pay for that later. I can promise you that.
Riley: Promise?
JJ: Absolutely. :kissy-face emoji:
Riley: BRB… Evie is crying.
JJ: She okay? This is kind of a weird time of night for her to be waking up, isn’t it?
I flip out of my messages and start researching how to secure the pictures, for her sanity. Before I know it, the bus is moving, and we’re off to the airport. The ballpark here in Cleveland isn’t super far from the airport, and the flight is a quick one, less than an hour from wheels up to wheels down, so I’ll be home and sliding into bed with Riley within two hours, max.
We arrive at the airport and I get settled. Most guys have a preferred seat or general area they like. Derek takes the seat across from me in our four-seat pod. Two of the seats face the back of the plane while the other two face forward like normal. There's a table in the center that we’ll often play cards on during long flights.
Once settled, our flight attendant, Julie, makes her rounds, bringing us all drinks and any snacks that we might want. The team doesn’t skimp when it comes to stocking the plane. I pull my phone out of my pocket, plugging it into the charger here at my seat—another perk of flying on a private jet. Riley still hasn’t replied to my text after she went to deal with Evie, and that’s starting to worry me.
“What’s that look for?” Derek asks.
“I was texting with Riley on the bus, and she had to go as Evie was crying. She hasn’t texted back, and I’m worried now that something is wrong.”
“I’m sure everything is fine. Maybe she fell asleep lying down with her? Or maybe she’s up with a new tooth pushing through?” he suggests.
“Maybe. I just wish she’d send me anything to tell me what’s going on.”
“Chill, bro. She’s got it all under control,” he tells me sternly. I know he’s right, but it still doesn’t change the fact that I don’t know what is going on, so my mind starts racing and thinking of all that could go wrong.
Riley: Sorry for the delay. Everything is fine. She just needed to be cuddled for a few minutes to fall back to sleep. I think falling asleep in my arms earlier messed up her bedtime routine. Then I got sucked into cleaning the kitchen and starting the dishwasher. Forgot to check my phone until now.
JJ: I’m not going to lie; you had me panicking that something was wrong.
Riley: Sorry, didn’t mean to. How long until you get home?
JJ: We’re about to go wheels up, so just over an hour.
Riley: I’ll be ready and waiting. :winky face:
JJ: Naked??
Riley: You’ll just have to wait and see.
JJ: Fucking tease
Riley: Only for you
JJ: Damn right
Riley: I’m going to go soak in the tub for thirty or so minutes. Be nice and ready for you when you get here.
JJ: Fuuuuck. You did it again. I’m hard as a bat now. Thanks.
Riley: I’ll gladly take care of that when you get here.
JJ: Damn right you will
Riley: :bring it gif:
Riley: Ok, I’m stripping and slipping into the bath now. I’ll talk to you when you get home.
I internally groan at the mental images flashing through my mind. Riley can be such the