Page 13 of She's Mine

“Have you gotten ready for bed yet?”

That wasn’t really where I thought the conversation was going to go. “Um, no. Not yet.”

“Are you going to wear my shirt tonight?”

I stop what I’m doing, which happens to be picking up his shirt so I can put it on. He starts to laugh at my silence.

“Why don’t you go ahead and slip it on and crawl in bed? I think the next thing we should work on together is…phone sex.”

I know he can’t see my mouth as it falls open, but his laugh fills my ear anyway and I’m left wondering what the hell I’ve gotten into once again.

Chapter Ten

Bear

Talk about having to sweet talk your ass out of something. I take a deep breath while holding the phone away from me, so Bea doesn’t hear it. I could tell she was freaking out as soon as I heard her voice. The fact she is having such trouble keeping things from my sister just shows me what kind of truly good person she is. I hate that she has to feel this way and we could both just stop and walk away.

But I wouldn’t have the ‘in’ with her that I have now. And it really is the perfect way to make her fall in love with me. Not only can I show her how she should be treated but I can find out what she likes as well. And if I do it well enough, maybe I can give her a reason to want to stay with me instead of that fuck boy she’s turned her sights on…because she doesn’t know any better.

“Um, Bear,” my name comes out as barely a whisper, “I don’t think I can do the whole phone sex thing. Don’t you have to…you know, speak for that to work?”

I can’t help it. I have to laugh. I laugh more with Bea than I’ve laughed in a long time. She’s just too fucking cute and when I’m with her I feel like some of the things I’ve felt weighing me down for years, aren’t important any longer. It’s like she gives me a reason to laugh that goes way beyond the words she says or how she says them.

“Just go ahead and put the shirt on, Bea. I’ll walk you through. And for your information…you sound sexy as fuck over the phone, baby.”

“Really?” her words sound muffled like she might be doing what I told her to do right away.

“Oh yeah,” I tell her the truth. “Honeybee, there aren’t a lot of things you could do that would turn a guy like me off, and at the same time you don’t have to do anything special for me to get hard for you. All you got to do is just keep breathing and making that sinfully sexy scent of yours and I’m there for it.”

“You have a really sexy voice too.” The confession is given in hushed tones but hits me harder than if she had screamed it through the phone at me. Yeah, I can work with this.

“You in bed, baby?”

“Um, not yet…I’m…kind of hung…give me a minute.” I laugh again imagining this woman hopping around her room in next to nothing so she can pull my shirt over her head. She finally comes back on the phone a little breathless. “I’m here.”

“I wish I was there with you.”

“You do?”

“Oh yeah, we would totally be practicing some more kissing.”

She giggles quietly.

“So are you on the bed?’

“Yeah. Um, where are you at?”

God, I love the shy way she flirts and asks questions that wouldn’t normally be wrapped in sex but with her, they are all candy-wrapped sin.

“I’m on my bed. Naked.”

“Oh…boy.”

“Tell me some of the things that turn you on, sweetheart?”

“What?” She sounds a little lost at the track I’m taking. “Aren’t you going to ask me to take my shirt off or…”

“Oh no, baby. I want you to cum with me in your ear and my clothes wrapped around your sexy body. Like I want to wrap my arms around you.”

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