Triple Threat (Deception Duet 1) - Page 39

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Me: Scout? Seriously?

The dots move and stop a couple of times. I know I’ve pissed him off. It’s time to back off even though my mind is screaming at me to argue until I get my way.

Me: I’ll be ready.

Bryant: That’s what I thought. You’ll be rewarded for your compliance.

Prick.

I consider throwing my phone across the room but opt for swiping the lamp off my nightstand instead. It crashes to the hardwood floor, making a loud clatter. Taking a deep breath, I exhale and then reply back to him.

Me: I need Landry Croft’s number.

He immediately responds back with it. It bothers the fuck out of me that he has it and so ready to use it. Almost like he knew one of us would end up asking for it.

Once I’ve cooled off, I dial the number, not bothering to thank Bryant for the number. A sweet, feminine voice answers on the second ring.

“Dirty Laundry.”

A beat of silence. “Chevy?”

My chest tightens and for a second, I’m no longer agitated. Her familiar voice is breathier over the phone and speaks straight to my cock.

“’Sup?”

“You seriously have the audacity to ask what’s up right now? How did you get my number?”

“Not hard to find when you’re looking.”

“Did you snoop while you were here?”

“Kind of difficult to snoop when you decided to put your tongue down my throat. I was a little distracted.”

She goes silent again. “We can’t do this, Ford.”

“So it’s a this now?”

“I can’t…” She trails off and then huffs. “I have to stay focused, especially at home.”

“Because of him?”

More silence.

“Laundry. Because of your dad?”

“You don’t understand.”

“No, I don’t. Did he hit you?”

“I’m not answering that question.”

“Answer it and I’ll hang up.”

“I guess we’ll be on the phone all night then.”

A smile tugs at my lips. I can almost imagine her sitting on top of a princess bed in silk pajamas and pouting. Fucking cute.

“What are you wearing?” I ask, chuckling when she scoffs at the question.

“We’re not doing that.”

“What?”

“Phone sex! Your hand up my shirt was enough for one day.”

The humor fades and a growl rumbles from me. “I touched your tits?”

“What’s wrong with you, Ford? Why do you act like two different people? I don’t understand you.”

Fuck.

“I’m sorry. Okay? I’m just…shit is fucked up lately and you’re the only part of my day that’s not.”

“See, when you’re not being a total dick, I actually like you.” She sighs as though this frustrates her, but I can sense her walls lowering a bit. “You’re lucky my dad got called back to the office tonight. Otherwise there’d be no way I’d tell you anything. But since he’s not here, I guess you can know that I’m wearing a nightgown.”

“A nightgown? What are you? Eighty?”

“Oh my God. Dick!”

I untie the knot of my towel and stroke my cock. “You called for my dick and now he’s wide awake. Does that mean you’re going to play with him?”

“Your cock isn’t a him. Is this really what people do when they have phone sex? It’s corny.”

A laugh barks out of me. “Corny? Babe, I have never once been told I’m corny when it comes to sex.”

“Now you have. And don’t call me babe.”

“Fine, Laundry. Take your panties off and play with me.”

Her breathing picks up and I lazily rub at my cock in tandem.

“Wanna FaceTime?”

“Are you insane?” she hisses.

Maybe I’m more like my brother than I’d like to admit.

“Just a bit. I want to see your lips part when you come.”

“Because you’re a pervert.”

“Scared?”

“Of you? No.”

“Then what’s the big deal?”

“I’m not that kind of girl.”

“Yet. Not that kind of girl yet.”

She sighs heavily, seemingly annoyed. “Why are you this way?”

“Persistent?”

“I was going to say obnoxious.”

“I’m used to getting what I want.” I grin, imagining her rolling her eyes. “When I want something, I’m relentless.”

Like coming. I really want to come. With her. In her.

“You don’t say…” she mutters.

“Smartass.”

“Ford…”

“Hmm?”

She groans. “I just…I don’t do this sort of thing, okay? With anyone. It’s not you, it’s me.”

I nearly laugh at her words, but I realize she’s being serious. She’s nervous or insecure or some shit.

“You not doing this with anyone is what makes it all the more special.” I pause, letting those words sink in. “Are you a phone sex virgin, Laundry?”

Based on how standoffish she’s being, I’d say she’s more than just a phone sex virgin. My dick practically weeps at the thought of being the first man to get inside her.

“God. You have to make everything sound so dramatic.” Her irritation only serves to make my dick harder. “Maybe I just don’t want you to watch me when it happens.”

“When you come for me?”

“Ford.”

“Laundry.” I abandon my cock to reach into the nightstand drawer. After fetching a bottle of lube, I slick up my dick and then continue my stroking. “Since you don’t want me to watch, will you let me listen instead?”

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