Page 45 of Drop Three

“How about you taste me now?”Fuckkkk.

I was not expecting that kind of forwardness. But Navy has always said what’s on her mind, so I shouldn’t be so thrown off.

I am, however, horny as a motherfucker, and ready to throw her over my shoulder and find the nearest flat surface to fuck her on.

The ringing of my phone in the distance echoes throughout the bathroom. Nothing could make me leave this spot on my knees right now.

“Do you need to get that?” Navy asks.

“Nope. Whoever it is, they can wait.”That’s right, I’m busy.

“Tell me what you want, Navy. I need you to use your words,” I plead as my lips trail the length of her legs, avoiding the swollen pussy so close to my face I can smell her desire seeping from here.

Ding.

Ding.

Who in the hell is calling me? I ignore it, searching for answers in Navy’s stare.

“I want your coc?—”

Ding.

Ding.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.No one ever calls me. Should I check it? But goddamn, Navy was about to tell me she wanted my cock, and I’m not sure if we’ll get this moment back once it’s gone.

“Go. It’s okay. It seems important.” Thankfully, I don’t see her face fall. She looks patient and genuinely concerned that something happened.

I rise to stand and hold Navy’s face in my hands. “We’re not done here. I want this. I want you.”

She smiles and nods, which provides me with a brief moment of comfort while I check my phone.

“Be right back.”

Exiting the shower, I tiptoe to the towel warmer off the side of the drying mat and secure a warm towel around my waist.

Whoever it is, they better have something important to say. I’ve got the woman I’ve always wanted, half-naked and waiting in the shower for me—plus a raging set of blue balls.

I find my backpack, which I hurriedly threw by a nearby bench, and shuffle through the front pocket to locate my phone.

Got it.

Damn it.Five missed calls and ten text messages.

I click my notification bar and scroll through the unread messages first.

Penelope:Call me, loser! I’m coming to visit soon!

Okay,cool.

Dad:Where are you, son? I stopped by your house and Gus said you weren’t home.

How convenient he shows up when I’m on the opposite side of the equator. I’ll call him on the flight home.

Cal:Yo, B. Thanks for everything. Best day of my life.

Cal:*Our lives. It will probably be a while before we talk, but take pics of the mud pool and hot springs. I’m betting on pops hating it. haha

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