Game Saver - BJ Harvey Page 0,28
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Cade: *thumps head against wall*
Abi: I’ll make it up to you
Cade: NOT helping, Abi . . .
Abi: Maybe on my knees . . .
Cade: ABI!
Abi: As soon as you walk through my door . . .
Instead of a text reply, my phone starts ringing in my hand. Cade’s name flashes on the screen.
“Hello?” I answer with a giggle.
“I’m thinking that instead of you being on your knees when I arrive, you should be naked and bent over the couch.”
I don’t even try to stifle my moan at the image evoked. “Then how will I let you in?”
“I want you to leave the door unlocked so that when I walk inside, all I see is your long legs spread wide, waiting for me.”
My breaths come short and fast, my thighs clenched tightly together to quell the ache building deep inside. “I think you’re teasing yourself now.”
“No, I’m giving you a preview of how we’re going to start our night.”
I give a full-body shiver this time. “Cade . . .” I moan.
“Remember that sound. You’ll be moaning that a lot.”
“How am I supposed to get anything done now that all I want to do is raid my toy chest and get myself off?”
“You do, and I won’t let you come tonight. I’ll tease and taunt and play until you’re right on the edge, then cool you down before doing it over and over again.”
Full-body convulsion.
“Are you going to get yourself off without me?” he asks.
“Can I say no but not tell if you I do?” I ask on a whisper, and Cade bursts out laughing.
“Good girl. Keep your hands and toys out of what’s mine, and I’ll make sure you’re thoroughly rewarded later.”
“You do know that I don’t like being told what to do, right?”
“I also know you get off on me telling you what to do in bed. So I figure this time, I’m good.”
“You’re good alright,” I mutter, and he chuckles.
“I’ve gotta go, Spitfire. Behave . . .” he says, and I sigh.
“Oh alright then. Bye,” I huff, ending the call to the sound of Cade’s laughter down the phone.
Why is it so damn frustrating that one, not only does the man know exactly what I was going to do the minute I hung up the phone, but two, he’s also well aware that I’m a sucker for his form of delayed gratification, especially when I know that if I play my cards right, he’ll definitely be using my toys on me in ways I can only dream of.
Wednesday afternoon, I’m lying on my couch binge-watching Friday Night Lights—because hello? Coach Taylor and Riggins—when my home phone rings.
“Hello?”
“So my daughter is still alive?” my mother shrieks melodramatically.
“Hey Mom.”
“Hey yourself. I’ve been trying to get hold of you for a week.”
“Why didn’t you call my cell?”
“You know I refuse to subject you to those cancerous creations.”
“Mom,” I say with a laugh, “if I’m not home, that’s usually the only way to get hold of me.”
“I don’t care. I’d rather not be the reason my only daughter gets sick.”
I roll my eyes, comfortable in the knowledge she can’t see me.
“How are you?” she asks.
“I’m good. Really good¸” I reply honestly.
“And are you going out, living life?”
“Aren’t I always?”
“No, you’re usually working your cute little ass into the ground and sleeping the rest of your life away.”
As you can imagine, my mom knows why I work so hard and what jobs I have. My parents have always supported me in everything I’ve done, and despite the situation my ex left me in, they’ve never once doubted that I would come out of it on top. They’d offered to bail me out, but my ego refused to accept their help.
“You sound different—happy . . .”
“I’m always happy,” I reply.
“That you are, but this is a good happy.” She gasps and claps loudly. “You’re getting some!”
“Mom!”
“What? Don’t be embarrassed.”
“I’m not. I just don’t want to discuss my sex life with my mother.”
“So there is a sex life . . .”
“Mom!”
“Precious, everyone has needs. Even your father and I—”
“Gross. I’m definitely not taking about that!”
“Oh Abi Jane, why do you think I’m so happy all the time? Your father and I have—”
“No, no, no! Mom. There’s a line.”
She cackles, sounding absolutely delighted with herself. “I didn’t raise you to be a prude.”
“I’m not!”
“A little bit defensive there . . .”
“Mom . . .”
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop. Now tell me who this lucky man is.”
“It’s just casual.”
“Oh, they’re always fun. I had a few of those before