Page 12 of Dex

“Hello, Dex.” Her voice comes through the phone and my dick jerks with happiness. Honest to God, I never expected her to answer to me but I am super fucking glad she did.

“Hey, babe. You okay?” I ask her.

“I’m good. You?”

“I’m just fucking happy to be answered, baby. The studio is doing good; the new bloke, Luke, is fitting in great, but a few of our regular clients are missing you. You remember Dave?” She giggles before she answers me. That sound alone could make me come in my jeans. I love her laugh. It is so feminine compared to her hard rocker exterior.

“I do. What did he have this time?”

“He had a naked pin-up girl on his calf, with the name ‘Daisy’ above it. This is girlfriend number five that he has had tattooed on him, this bloke is never gonna learn. Fuck head. Plus, he wanted his ball sack pierced, but when he learned that it was Luke doing it he bolted out the door screaming to let him know when you come back.” She bursts out laughing, making me laugh with her. I sit back on the sofa and soak up the sound of her voice. She snorts, making herself laugh even harder. I can actually see her bending over, clutching her stomach with laughter, tears running down her face. My dick is hard in my jeans, pressing against the zip.

“Fucking hell, that man cracks me up. Tell him when you see him next that I will sort his dick out when I come back.” My laughter stops, immediately replaced with anger.

“Not a fucking chance in hell,” I spit out. I stand and grip my hair. “Mine will the only dick you fucking sort out, baby.” Jesus. Where the fuck has all this jealousy come from? I was never like this with Fiona.

“Dex. Calm the fuck down. I was talking about piercing his sack, for fucks sake. But if I want to sort out other dicks, it has nothing to do with you.” Her temper matches mine through the phone.

“The fuck it has nothing to do with me. You belong to me, Addison Cole,” I grind out.

“I belong to you? Are you fucking serious, right now? I belong to no fucker, Dex. Holy shit, I cannot believe you just said that.” I can hear her heavy breathing through the phone, but at least she hasn’t hung up on me. I know I need to back peddle.

“Shit, I handled that all wrong. Sorry. I lost my shit when you talked about sorting other blokes’ dicks out. The thought makes my blood boil, babe.”

“So, male ego then?” I chuckle and answer.

“Yeah, babe. Sorry. I think we need to move on from the dick talk, Ads. We need to talk about us.” I leave that last sentence hanging there. The wait is fucking killing. Why isn’t she saying something back? I pull the phone away from my ear to check that the call didn’t drop out.

“Addy, are you there?”

“I am. What do you want to talk about, Dex?” Her voice is a whisper, like she is too afraid to talk.

“I miss you, babe. Like, really miss you. My heart aches at the thought of not seeing you at the studio every morning. I know that I have said some shit in the past, but, baby, you leaving brought the feelings to the surface. A lot of the things I have said weren’t true. I was confused and I lashed out at you. You were the easy target for me. I am sorry for every-fucking-thing I have said to you that has upset you. That has made you cry. I swear if you ever give me the chance to be with you, I will make it my fucking mission to never make you cry again.”

“Be with you?”

“Out of all of that, I am so fucking glad you heard that part.” My heart stutters in my chest.

“Yeah. I don’t know if we can be together, Dex. You aren’t ready to let Fiona go. Like I said, I cannot compete with a ghost. I need you to find your peace before we can start something.Ifwe start something.”

“Don’t you get it, Ads? I have let go. Fiona wouldn’t want me to live my life like this. She would want me to move on. She thought the world of you, but I always pushed her feelings about you to the side through fear of my feelings for you coming through. I pushed down so much shit in the past, but it isn’t fair to either of us to ignore these feelings now.”

“I have never ignored my feelings, Dex. They were always out there, but you enjoyed rubbing it in my face that you were fucking every other girl but me, to what? Hide your feelings for me? That was a shitty way to do it. You could have just spoke to me and explained that you weren’t ready to move on, not get your dick wet every fucking night.”

“Not every night,” I say, and I instantly regret it.

“Well, fuck me for getting that detail wrong.” I love a pissed off Addy. She is sexy when she’s all riled up.

“You’re right. I should have explained and not hurt you the way I did. But I am a bloke, Ads, I fuck up with the whole talking malarkey. Can we meet up and talk face to face?” I ask.

“Not just yet, Dex. I-I need to sort some things out. Soon though, okay?”

“It had better be sooner rather than later, babe. I miss seeing your face.”

She giggles. “It is still the same face- no more piercings, but I did add a new tattoo.”

“Oh yeah? So still just the nipples then. What did you get?” I ask her. I fucking love her nipple piercings. I have mine done as well, Ads did them and I helped her do hers.

“Yeah, just my nipples, but I have been thinking of getting my nose done and possibly the orbital and tragus done as well. We shall see. But I had a Hamsa Hand tattooed on my back, between my shoulder blades. Do you want to see it?” she asks. Do I want to see it? Of-fucking-course I want to see it.

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