“No way,” I exclaimed, my face burning over the thought of him watching me on video.
“Yes,” he asserted.
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
“I won’t.”
“Oh, you definitely will,” he said ominously, and I knew damn well that I would.
Both of us were silent again, and the reality started to sink into me. I just had amazing phone sex, and yet… that was all I’d ever have with Zane. A wave of blue-tinged dejection washed over me, and tears even started misting my eyes.
“So, when are you coming to visit?” Zane says out of the blue. “Thanksgiving weekend would be great because we’ve got a home game the day after Thanksgiving that you could come to. I’d love for you to watch me play live.”
“Visit?” I asked, not in surprise at the idea, because we had talked about it before via email. But rather more like a light bulb sort of went on and chased away my depression. “Yeah… I think I could swing that. Let me check the cost of flights, and as you suggested, I could fly out on Thursday… maybe even Wednesday if I cut my classes.”
Zane laughed. “I’m such a bad influence on my girl.”
Smiling, I twirled a finger in my hair. “Is that what I am? Your girl?”
“Yeah, Cady… that’s what you are. From the moment I first fucked you.”
Chapter 10
Zane
November 27, 2014
My nerves are buzzing as I stand in the airport lobby, watching the flow of people that come down an escalator from the upper level. I know Cady’s flight landed fifteen minutes ago, and I know she’s only bringing a carry-on, so I surmise that she’ll be coming down that escalator probably any moment now.
Mere words can’t describe my excitement over seeing her. Something happened between us two weeks ago that’s changed everything. I’m not sure if it was when I admitted to her that I haven’t been with another woman since we met, or if it was that unbelievably hot phone sex we had, or maybe it was when I told her she was my girl. I can’t pinpoint the exact moment, but all I know is that I woke up the next day and I felt committed.
Didn’t matter that my girl was in Ireland and I was in Arizona. Didn’t matter that I had no clue how to make this work, or if there could possibly be a happily ever after for either of us. All I know is that when I woke up, my first thoughts were of Cady and how right things felt.
Maybe all people should develop their relationships first by getting to know each other on a deeper level. I know when you’re consumed with sex and lust, there’s usually no room to focus on the truly important details. At least, that’s been my experience with women. I’ve fucked them and because they never showed me anything else in that short time period together, I was never interested enough in them to take it further.
Not so with Cady.
Every email we’ve exchanged, every text that has been sent… every time we’ve talked on the phone for hours, it has been with the single solitary purpose of making a connection on a non-physical level. Sure, we may have started out physically, but distance made that impossible to continue. I knew there was something about her that was special. Thank fuck I emailed her that first time so I could continue to delve into this friendship.
A flash of black hair catches my eye, and I focus in. There she is… slowly riding the escalator down with a bright red carry-on sitting beside her. Her eyes are scanning the crowd below her and she actually passes her gaze right over me, but then her attention snaps back.
Our eyes lock… her lips curve upward, and my heart almost fucking jumps out of my chest.
I walk forward almost in a dream, lost in that look she’s giving me. It’s one of endearment, excitement, and even a hint of desire swirling in her blue eyes.
I’m there waiting when she steps off the escalator, straight into my arms. Hugging her tight, I inhale her scent… citrus and vanilla, before pulling back slightly. Her lips are parted as she stares up at me, her gaze candid in its forthrightness.
“I missed you,” she murmurs, and I answer her with a kiss.
A deep, tongue-filled, groan-in-my-throat kiss that bends her backward and has her fingertips digging into my back. She purrs in response, which causes lust to start boiling inside of me, and I wisely pull away from her before I end up with a huge boner stretching the front of my jeans.
“Missed you too,” I tell her as I lean over to grab her carry-on. Grabbing her hand, I pull her quickly through the airport. “Let’s get out of here.”
“What’s the rush?” she asks as she has to slightly jog to keep match with my pace.
“We have to be at Linc and Ever’s for Thanksgiving dinner in two hours. That doesn’t leave us much time with traffic.” I quicken my pace further and pull her along.
“Much time?” she pants.
I stop abruptly, and she runs into my back. Turning on her, I slip a hand behind her head and pull her toward me. A swift kiss to her lips with a tiny bite before I murmur, “Time to fuck you, baby. I’m dying to be back inside of you, and there’s no way I can wait until after dinner.”
Cady rewards me with a blinding grin, tucking her fingers just marginally into the waistband of my jeans. She gives me a little jerk toward her and says, “Now that sounds like an excellent plan.”
***
Fuck yes.
Cady… stunningly naked and splayed out on my bed before me. Upon entering my house, I slammed the door shut and picked her up, throwing her over my shoulder and practically running to my bedroom. It took less than fifteen seconds for both of us to shed our clothes, and then I gave her a soft push backward onto my bed.