Page 137 of Skate the Line

RHODES

I cannot goto her room.

I’m about to handcuff myself to the bed.

The next best thing is to call her, which is exactly what I do.

“Hello?”

For fuck’s sake, even her voice sends me to a new high.

“Hello...” I clear my throat. The rasp is loud and proud.

“Is everything okay?” she asks.

No. Not even a little bit.

I put my phone on speaker and rest it against my chest. My hands clasp at the back of my head, which is good. I’ll trap them there so I can’t touch myself at the sound of Sunny’s voice on the other end of the line.

“Is everything okay…” I repeat her question. “Yes. Everything is fine.”

There’s some shifting on her end of the phone. “Why did you call me?”

I chuckle darkly. “It was either that or I come up there, and I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Silence.

What is she thinking?

My jaw wiggles back and forth. I stare at the phone like I can somehow see her through the screen.

I refuse to video chat. If I did that, then she’d see how feral I am, and that’d probably scare her senseless.

“Why isn’t that a good idea?” She sounds so innocent, as if she doesn’t know she’s been skating the line since I first texted her—playing coy, pretending that she doesn’t know that I’m picturing her pretty little pussy from the night before. I mean, I couldn’t even keep it together in the middle of a snowball fight. What makes her think I could keep it together right now? A sleepy house, her alone in her room wearing those thin snowflake sleep shorts that I want to burn along with the ones she wore last night.

This wasn’t my intention when I texted her, but here we are.

I sigh and rub my hand over my face with frustration.

I glance at my sweats.

I’m hard as a rock.

I should hang up, do my business, and go to sleep so I can be rested for tomorrow’s game.

But I don’t have that much restraint at the moment.

“Because then I’d be tempted to show you how I’d punish you,” I admit.

There it goes. The restraint.

Silence lands on the other end of the phone. A dirty thought sparks in the back of my mind. I shut my eyes. I’m playing with fire, and we both know it.

I’m taking every little thing and twisting it to meet my needs, because I swear her question sounded more like a beg than actual curiosity.

“You want me to?” I adjust my dick, and even the light touch sends something fiery into my blood.

I would destroy her if I went to her room.

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