Page 77 of Between Now and Forever

The crunch and rustle of him walking stops suddenly.

“Did you find a place?”

“It’s bad enough that I have to pee outside; I don’t want to discuss it,” he snaps.

And I bite back my laughter again.

“Is that bad?”

“Yes. And worse. I’ve taken four showers in fourteen days, and we’re just getting to the hard part.”

“I’m sorry you’re not enjoying yourself.”

“I regret terribly the decision not to fuck you before I left. I miss you.” He sounds so vexed that I know my laughter wouldn’t be well received.

“It’s flattering to be missed.”

“Don’t let it get to your head. I miss my fucking piano teacher right now.”

I laugh out loud.

“Why are you awake?” he demands, but he sounds a little less irritable.

“Your text woke me. I’m a light sleeper.”

“I’m sorry, but not, either.”

“Yeah, I saved you from a bladder infection.”

“Well, that and because this afternoon, we’re hitting a hundred mile stretch that’s got spotty service at best. We’re setting a pace of about eight miles a day, so it might be a while before I can call again.”

My heart sinks, but I keep my voice cheerful.

“It’s going to be wonderful. I’m sure you’ll look back on it and cherish the memories you’re going to make. The good and the bad ones.”

He yawns. “You’re right. I know it. But I’d never do this again or recommend it to anyone.”

“Go back to sleep.”

“Send me a picture of your tits.”

“No.” I balk.

“I’ll send you a picture of my dick.”

“Make it a video and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“I’ll do you even better and let you listen to the dress rehearsal,” he says and his voice is gruff.

“Oh… that’s very generous of you.” I sigh at the way my body clenches in response to his provocative offer.

“What are you wearing?” He says quietly.

“Shorts, a t-shirt.”

“Panties?” His breathing is shallow.

“No, no panties.” I slide my shorts off and kick them away. I put my hand between my legs and rub my clit in soft circles.

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