Page 20 of There is No Try

After tossing and turning in bed for several hours, I can’t sleep. A swirl of excitement and nervous energy swirls within me. It’s almost one in the afternoon for Lucas, and he’ll likely be training or in physical therapy. A little text he’ll read later couldn’t hurt.

I wish you were here. My vibrator is almost dead.

Lucas

Such a liar. You always have three fully charged. Drop the bullet and slip the thick one in your cunt. Then tell me how it feels.

I meant it as a joke, but at his suggestion I pull out my vibrator with entirely too many settings. I only use thebzzzzzzsetting, despite trying all of them at one point or another. Thebzzz bzzz bzzzdoesn’t do it for me. After a quick dollop of lube, I slip my vibrator between my legs, pressing it fully inside me but not turning it on.

Can you call me?

I have five minutes, pup. Use them wisely.

I call him and he picks up on the first ring. “Is my little wife going to be quiet for me?”

“Yes,” I whisper, loving him calling me that a little too much.

“That’s my girl. Turn it on.” I do and he groans as he hears the vibration through the phone. “Pull it out slowly, then roughly thrust it back inside you. Just like that, Bridge. Let me hear how much you wish your husband was filling you.”

I cheat, not fucking myself the way he would. Until he has me bent over and gripping the headboard as if my life depended on it, I torture myself with long, slow thrusts into my cunt. “Keep talking,” I whimper, needing his words to take me over the edge.

“I’d fuck you harder than that, pup. Let me hear your sweet moans that are only for me… That’s it, keep going. Who does that delicious cunt belong to?”

“You,” I admit quietly into the darkness.

“That’s right. You’re mine, Bridget.”

I increase the level of my vibe and within minutes I come for him, soaking my sheets and toy. I struggle to catch my breath and my heart won’t stop racing. We’ve never had phone sex before tonight; I’ve been too ashamed to ask for it. After this call, I don’t think I could go another day without hearing him talk me through an orgasm.

“I love you, pup,” he admits softly and it pierces my heart.

“I love you too… And not only because you made me come.”

Lucas lets out a full laugh. “I’ll call you in a few hours when you wake up. Be my good girl and get some sleep.” We hang up and I sleep better than any other night since he left.

Wanting to surprise Lucas, Gavin and I arrive in Brisbane undetected. I talk to Luc daily, and keeping this secret has been one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. After nearly thirty hours of travel, Gavin and I are exhausted. It’s after midnight, and even though Luc’s probably asleep, I try calling him before I check into the hotel.

“Hey, pup,” he answers, his voice low and gravely.

“Sorry if I woke you. I always mess up the time difference.”

“It doesn’t matter, you can always call me.” He groans and there is a rustling of fabric as if he’s sitting up in bed.

“I was wondering if you could remind me what time your match is tomorrow?” It’s an awful excuse to call him because I could easily look it up.

“Tomorrow night, so you’ll have to wake up early to watch.”

“Think you can get me tickets? Two, actually.”

Lucas switches to video and his brows are pinched. “Where are you?”

I glance behind me to the luggage carousel. “The airport.”

“We’re in Australia!” Gavin announces, popping into frame of the call. He then attempts what has to be the worst Australian accent I’ve ever heard. “Here for the shrimp on the barbie and?—”

“You’re joking?” Lucas laughs and slides out of bed, dropping the phone on what seems to be a dresser or desk. When he picks it up again, he’s now wearing a shirt and a smile that could light up the night sky. “Bridge, are you messing with me? Are you both really here?” He's on the move but it’s hard to tell exactly where he is going with how dark it is.

“Yes, we’re really here. We’re going to check in at a hotel and?—”

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