A photograph appears on the screen. It’s a shot of Hailey’s naked breast in profile, the nipple rosy. Holy crap. Hottie sexted me! That’s out of character for my shy girl. As I look at the photo, I harden up just imagining how much I want to put my mouth there.
Matt: That is the best sight I’ve seen in a really long time. Can’t wait to put my mouth on you.
Hailey: It’s really warm in here, suddenly.
She adds a few flame emojis, and I’m grinning at my phone. Hailey is cute and sexy and I’m getting all kinds of turned on.
Matt: I love sucking on you. Makes you so wet. I’m going to run my tongue all over your tits, honey. Just how you like it.
Hailey: Wow. They really don’t make emojis to express how I feel right now. Think: Niagara Falls.
Matt: Put your hand on your breast. Tease your nipple.
I sit there, imagining it, getting hornier by the second. And a minute later I’m treated to another photo of her, and this time she’s pinching that tasty little peak. Gawd. I look around to make sure nobody else can see this. But the guys sitting behind me are sleeping. Across the aisle, Blake and Lemming are still locked in battle over their video game on Lemming’s laptop. And Will O’Connor has nodded off beside me.
Fine.
I stealthily unclip my seatbelt. Then I use one hand to gently tighten the wool of my trousers, until the obvious bulge is easy to spot. With my other hand, I snap a quick picture on my phone.
Five seconds later I’ve hit send, refastened my seatbelt and put a magazine over my boner. The picture takes a while to upload.
“Dude. Did you just take a photo of your package?”
“No!” I say too quickly, even before I get a look at Will O’Connor’s evil grin. Fuck. “I was just…”
The grin widens. “The guys are gonna be very amused.”
“Christ. How much will your silence cost? I’ll buy you a beer.”
“Forget the beer.” He’s ready with another blackmail request, but it isn’t anything I’m expecting. “Tell the trainer I’ve been working hard at sprints,” he says. “They’re nagging me about my skating.”
“We all need a little technique refresher at some point. It’s easy to form bad habits.” Nothing to be ashamed of, either. But a young hotshot like O’Connor might be the sort to assume he can’t afford to admit he needs the extra coaching.
Sure enough, he makes a face.
“Hey OC!” Lemming yaps from across the aisle. “You’re up, my man.”
Will takes his soda and moves seats again.
As soon as I’m alone, I open my phone again. There’s a text waiting.
Hailey: Someone misses me.
Matt: As if there was any doubt.
I hope she doesn’t doubt it. Kara always seemed to, though. And I miss Hailey like crazy.
Matt: Please tell me you’re completely naked in my bed right now.
Hailey: Would you like proof?
Matt: Would I? Does the pope wear funny hats? Is hockey the best sport ever? :) A minute later my proof arrives, and it’s the very best kind. The photo is a black-and-white shot from above of Hailey’s naked torso, with one hand tucked demurely between her legs, covering my view of the good stuff.
Matt: Unngh, Hottie. I’ll be hard all the way over the Great Lakes, and it’s totally worth it.
Hailey: My work here is done.
Matt: And I love that you don’t include your face in these shots, honey. Because that means I don’t have to instantly delete them in case my phone goes astray. Gonna hang on to this one, that’s for sure.
Hailey: Where’s my no-face picture of your hot self, then? I’m way out on a limb here. But I find myself there a lot because of you. I never took a naked photo before. I also never did it on the kitchen counter. So thank you for checking that off my list last weekend.
Matt: Did I mention I’m dying here? In the best way. Thank you for going out on that limb for me. I’m honored to be the one who takes you there.
This is a hundred percent true. And when Hailey confides in me that way—like I matter—I’m able to feel for a few minutes like I’m not the worst boyfriend ever.
Naturally our Wi-Fi cuts out right in the middle of this sexy, heartfelt exchange. There are no more messages from Hailey, and every other player is cursing up a storm about their lost connections, too.
Eventually we land in Toronto. Since I’ve spent the last hour thinking of all the things I want to do with naked Hailey, I’m stiff as a pipe as I deplane. We’ve got maybe ten minutes before our luggage arrives on the carousel, so I tuck the chocolates into my carryon and go into the men’s room in the charter terminal to brush my teeth.
Wes and O’Connor are having a conversation at the sinks, so I duck into a stall instead. I unzip and take out my phone. Hottie was right that fair is fair. I grip the base of my aching cock and frame the shot. It’s the perfect expression of how much I’m looking forward to an hour from now when I let myself into the apartment. I depress the shutter.
And the flash blinds me.
Shit. Maybe nobody noticed.
I tuck the phone away and zip up. Then I flush the toilet casually.
“Did you just take a selfie of your dick?” O’Connor asks as I emerge.
“No.” I walk over to the sink and wash my hands.
“Then why’d the flash go off?” Wes asks, looking amused.
“No idea.”
Blake Riley emerges from a stall. “What do you call a dick selfie?” he asks, his big face frowning thoughtfully. “Delfie is kinda awkward.”
“You ladies have a nice night,” I grumble, getting the hell out of there.
Their laughter follows me out the door.
An hour later I’m tapping the code into my security system. I drop my luggage on the floor, and then jump about a foot into the air as I see an unfamiliar shadow looming in the darkened corner.
Luckily I realize what it is before I give myself a coronary.
It’s a coatrack. Hottie’s coat is the only thing on it. I laugh quietly in the dim light. She got me a coatrack, because I’m obviously too dumb to remember to source one myself.
God, I love this woman.
Usually that offhand thought with—you know—the L-word in it would freak me out. But right now I don’t even have time to stop and worry about it. I just toss my jacket onto the new coatrack and toe off my shoes. Then I sprint toward the bedroom, still lit by warm lamplight. Rufus lifts his nose from the dog bed as I go by. But I’m in a hurry.
And…Hottie is passed out cold in my bed, facedown in the center of the bed.
Ah, well.
I brush my teeth. Now that sex is off the table, my body relaxes. I yawn as I towel off my face. Dropping my suit, shirt and tie onto the armchair, I crawl into bed, pulling Hailey’s warm body into my arms. God, it’s nice. She makes a sleepy, purring sound. My dick wakes up immediately, but her limbs are heavy. And I’m not going to pester Hailey for sex if she’s too tired after a long day.
And yet she’s pressing back against my chest, her sigh deep and soft. Mmm. I tilt my hips, pressing my cock against her very fine ass. Her body reacts, legs shifting, creamy skin seeking mine. My lips find her neck and I’m lost to kissing her sweet skin. This woman in my bed, she’s been waiting for me. My heart beats a new rhythm. Grateful. Grateful. Thank you.
I try to turn her around, but she resists with a shake of her head.