Page 34 of Beckon

Chandler hadn’t seenTami since the night of the last meeting. They’d texted and talked on the phone into the early morning hours. Their late-night calls were becoming a favorite part of his day. She let him listen in while she told her son stories. Stories about her riders but pumped up into mythical proportions.

He’d asked her if she made up any about him and she refused to answer. That told him all he needed to know. Now he was on a mission to hear about it.

Some nights she’d even sang him to sleep and others he’d listened to her softly snore, although she vehemently denied it.

That night she’d worked late, so he was already dozing by the time she called him, he hadn’t looked at the screen when he swiped and pulled the phone to his ear.

“Hello, my beautiful Tami cat.”

“First off, no. My dad called me Cat, so that one won’t work either.” Chandler had been trying out affectionate names for her. At that point, it was more their thing to throw random ones out there than to settle on one. What started because she wouldn’t let him call her darlin’, had taken on a life of its own. “Secondly, why am I looking at your ear?”

Chandler yanked the phone back to see her amused face. Just the sight of her pulled a smile directly from his heart.

“Am I still beautiful?” she asked as she turned her head at an angle. She duck lipped for the camera at the same time as she mock bounced her hair.

Tami was close enough to the camera that he could see the darker green threads in her jade irises. Her face was slightly pinkened and freshly scrubbed. Causing her freckles to stand out even more. The messy bun of damp hair told him she’d freshly showered, and she couldn’t be more beautiful to him.

This is Tami.

“Always. I have to catch my breath each time I see you because it’s like I can’t even remember how beautiful you are. I think I know but then, there you are, proving my memory faulty.”

Damn, that sounded so cheesy, but she made him that way. It was like a line of an eighteen-year-old boy trying to get into his date’s pants, not the heartfelt sentiment of a twenty-seven-year-old.

“You make me feel, I don’t even know Chandler. You just make me feel all the good things.”

Chandler knew the feeling because it was what she did to him. Tami made his life so much better in ways he’d never explained to her. Ways he may never be able to. It was for her, that he actually went back to VA and started working with doctors there so he wouldn’t wake up flailing about. Not that he didn’t want to find peace for himself, he did. But he wanted her in his bed. He couldn’t do that until he was absolutely sure he wouldn’t accidentally hurt her or mistake her for someone else. Someone who meant him harm.

If he ever hurt her physically, even by accident, he’d never forgive himself. Chandler couldn’t risk it. He couldn’t risk her. Sometimes, his dreams… his memories, were too vivid and real. While he ached to share a bed with her, he wouldn’t, not until he could be sure.

Tami adjusted herself and Chandler caught sight of her shoulder when the phone bobbled. He noticed a thin white strap. “What are you wearing, my sweet cheetah?”

Her laugh rocketed straight to his dick. “I feel like you’re getting worse as time goes on instead of better. Maybe think outside of a feline family, hmm?”

“I will endeavor to be most creative in the future.” He spoke in the Queen’s English.

“Now, tell me what you’re wearing?”

“A tank top and sleep shorts, how about you?”

Chandler adjusted his hardening cock under the covers. Hoping she wouldn’t notice, or maybe he wanted her to.He definitely wanted her to.They’d sent naughty texts back and forth, even shared some dirty late-night calls, but this was unexplored territory between them.

“Show me.” Tami blushed at his request, and he’d be damned if he didn’t moan. “Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.”

Chandler waited for what felt like forever, listening to his heartbeat in his ears. Finally, and ever so slowly, Tami tilted the phone down her body.

He could see her peaked nipples through the white tank top she wore. The pink outlines made his mouth water. The camera kept tracking down and he wished there was a pause button. The tank ended about an inch before what she called sleep short started. He saw the shimmering, silver evidence of Chester’s life written on her skin, and he couldn’t stop his hand from stroking his cock at the sight.

Her shorts were more like underwear slung low, stopping just above the widest expanse of her hips. More evidence that she’d created life and he found it sexy as hell. She kept the camera moving until it reached her toes which were painted purple.

“Go back up, Tami. Slowly.”

The camera reversed direction, following the path of her hand. He imagined it was his hand stroking her body. “Fuck. Do you even know how sexy you are? If I was there, I’d lick every inch of the skin you just showed me.” Chandler lazily stroked his cock; he couldn’t stop himself. That soft swath of skin between her shorts and top came into view again. “Right there, babe. Stop. I’d bite you right there. Not enough to break the skin, just enough to leave a faint mark. One only we could see. And every time it fades, I’ll do it again and again.”

Her voice was husky and Chandler relished the fact that his words affected her. “You want to bite mychub?”

His hand immediately stopped. It was the way she said it that rubbed him the wrong way. The emphasis she put on chub made it sound like something shameful.

“No, my beautiful angel, I want to bite all of you, but that part by your hip is especially enticing. And for the record, chub isn’t a curse. And being skin and bones isn’t all that. Do you want to bite mine?”

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