Page 54 of Scoring His Obsession

I text her the information, hoping she will. If not tonight, then any time. Hopefully, while she’s missing me. I’d briefly thought about asking her to show up at my away game, but decided a little space to make her realize how much she feels my absence was a good idea. What I didn’t foresee was the toll itwould take on my mentality to be away from her. I knew I would worry. I knew I would think about her, but everything about my body screamsRaeann. Every breath, every blink of my eye, every unconscious thought.

Me: I want pictures.

Raeann: So you can torture yourself? Aren’t you on a plane with a bunch of other dudes? You wouldn’t show them my pictures, would you?

I can’t type out my response fast enough.

Me: I would rip their eyeballs from their bodies if they saw you like that.

Raeann: So no texting Jace, then?

I must growl because Davis peeks over. “You good, man?”

I swallow the sudden dryness in my throat—and the overwhelming urge to hit something. “Can’t get comfortable.”

“How’s that thing with the pet store girl going?”

“Fucking perfect,” I grimace, staring at the screen.

Several minutes go by in silence. Davis falls asleep again, and the phone vibrates in my hand finally.

Raeann: I was only joking. Please don’t do something stupid like fire him…or worse.

Another few minutes go by.

Raeann: I was teasing.

Then some more…

Raeann: If you don’t answer, I’m going to assume you did something bad, and I’ll be forced to go check on Jace myself.

Raeann: Wearing this…

She sends through a picture of her lying on her bed, her hair fanned out around her head. The lace of a sexy bra barely covering her tits.

I immediately call her. She picks up on the first ring. “I’m serious. Do I need to go check on him?”

“The only reason he’s still there is because you like him. I’ve already said that.”

“I know,” she says, her accent distinct and drawn out. “You’re too easy to get riled up. I don’t get why you’d care about what little ol’ me does.”

“Little ol’ you, huh?” I lower my voice to a whisper. “From what you sent me, your tits are anything but little.”

“Mmm, did you like that?”

“You know I did. Which toy are you going to try tonight?”

“All of them. I had to take a cold shower earlier. I have dick on the brain. I almost moaned when Tab bought me a tea earlier.”

“Do you think they’ll help?”

“I pray they do.”

Several moments go by and neither of us says anything. The listlessness in her voice gets me. “Get on a plane and come see me.”

“In Texas? You won’t have any free time.”

“I’ll make free time.”

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