I was. This was hot. I’d never done anything like this.
And anyway, thinking of his mouth there, hearing his voice on the phone, it worked.
“I like your voice,” I whispered then my hips bucked and I moaned again before I breathed, “I wish you were here.”
“Not as much as me, sounds so good, baby, this I’d like to see.”
I didn’t reply, just pressed and rolled my finger and ground my hips into it.
“Next time you’re in my bed, you do this for me,” he told me.
“I don’t think –”
He cut me off to order, “Slide your finger inside.”
“I like what I’m doin’.”
“Do what I say, Violet, slide your finger inside.”
I stopped rolling and slid my finger inside. It wasn’t the first time I’d done it but it had been a long time and it felt nice.
“How wet are you?” Joe asked.
“Very.”
“Christ, I miss that cunt of yours,” he growled.
“Joe,” I breathed, feeling myself spasm at his growl.
“Make yourself come, baby.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
He talked me through it and I came, not loud, quiet, but it felt good and he heard.
After, I slid my hand out of my panties, pulled my skirt down and rolled to my side, curling my legs up and feeling strangely that this was one of the most intimate things that had passed between us and he was most of a continent away.
“When’re you comin’ home?” I asked softly.
“Soon, doublin’ up on meetings, I should be home by Saturday.”
“Good,” I whispered.
“How’re you feelin’?”
I smiled into my pillow and answered quietly, “Nice.”
“Right now, I’d like to lick your fingers clean.” Another mew slid from my throat and when it did he growled again, this time unintelligibly.
“Mom!” I heard Keira screech, my body jerked on the bed and I sat upright.
“What the fuck?” Joe asked in my ear.
“Mom!” Keira screeched again, this time closer.
“Oh my God!” Kate yelled.
“Oh God, Joe,” I threw my legs off the bed and started running to the door.
“Call Colt,” Joe ordered urgently.
“Okay.”
“Now, buddy, right now.”
“Okay,” I slid my phone shut and threw open my door.
Keira was outside the door, her hand lifted toward the knob.
“Mom!” she shrieked in my face.
“What, baby, what?”
“The door… she’s at the door.”
She?
I looked into the living room to see both Kate and Dane at the window staring out.
Kate looked at me and breathed, “Oh my God.”
I couldn’t hear her, I just read her lips.
“Come away from the window,” I ordered as I rushed to it but they didn’t move so I got in front of Kate and looked out.
Then I breathed, “Oh my God.”
Kenzie Elise was standing at the door. She was wearing a drapey, ripped up, sleeveless t-shirt that looked like it cost more than my couch, skinny jeans and high-heeled platform, shiny taupe pumps. Her long mane of strawberry blonde hair was out to there and she had more makeup on than I wore on my date with Mike.
“Do you think she’s got the wrong house and is lookin’ for Mr. Callahan?” Dane suggested.
She didn’t have the wrong house but that didn’t mean she wasn’t looking for Joe.
I watched her lift her hand and press the buzzer and I guessed, by the irate way she did it, it wasn’t the first time. In a perfect world, I would be in the position to ask Joe to install a doorbell that was louder, say, one you could hear while you were having phone sex.
She turned and her eyes fell on us at the window and she didn’t look happy when she’d turned and she looked less happy when she spied us.
I jumped away from the window and went to the door.
“If she’s lookin’ for Joe, tell her he joined the Peace Corps,” Keira advised quickly, she’d surmised the situation and clearly wanted to run interference on Kenzie’s bid for Joe, making certain I had a clean go.
I gave my daughter a look, hit the necessary buttons on the alarm panel and then opened the door.
When I did, Kenzie looked down her nose at me. She actually tilted her eyes, not her head, to stare down her nose at me from her towering height in her platform heels.
“Hey there,” I said, like she or any other famous movie star came to my door every day and like the last time I saw her she wasn’t practically naked and crawling around on the floor.
“Is Cal here?” she asked.
Damn. I knew she was looking for Joe.
“No, he’s in LA,” I told her.
“How do you know where Joe is?” Keira asked and I looked behind me to see Keira, Kate and Dane had all gathered close to my back. Keira was staring at me; Kate and Dane were staring at Kenzie.
“He told me,” I said to Keira.
“When?” Keira asked.
I would have paid money at that moment to have a less astute daughter.