Page 55 of Scoring His Obsession

“Micah…” She takes a deep breath. “I don’t think it’s supposed to be like this. Every time I think of you, I ache. It should be easy.”

My stomach knots. “I think it’s the exact opposite. Love should hurt. It should hurt so bad, and that’s why you give in to it. You’re just not accepting it. Come see me.”

“But that’s crazy.”

“Give in to the crazy. Put aside the doubts. Follow your ache.”

“What if it gets worse?”

“No, baby, I’ll make it better. I’ll kiss it better. I’ll fuck it better. I’ll consume you all better.”

She sniffs. “What if you get hurt?”

She doesn’t have to tell me what she’s thinking now. Thepriceshe alluded to earlier. Her brain lies to her when she’s alone, telling her she shouldn’t love again because the people she loves leave or get taken away. “I won’t get hurt.”

“You can’t promise something like that.”

“I can. I’m Micah fucking Freeman.”

She sniffs again, and I can picture her wiping tears from her cheeks.

“Come to me.”

“I have work.”

“I’ll hire someone else.”

She chuckles a little. “What fun is my work if I’m not actually the one doing it?”

My eyes close. I get it. I hate that our lives take us away from each other, though. “I miss you.”

She moans. “I miss you, too. And not just now. I missed you the night I stayed at your place. I’ve missed you the three days since. Every time I’m not talking to you, I miss you.” She gets quiet before she whispers, “Do me a favor?”

“Anything.”

“Send me a picture of you from the hips up, including your tattoos.”

“Why?”

“So I can fuck myself into oblivion tonight with thoughts of you. Maybe it won’t hurt as bad.”

Jesus Christ. If I had any pull whatsoever, I’d have the captain turn this plane around so I could do it myself. “Deal,” I growl into the phone. I end the call, hold my phone out, and take what I hope is a sexy picture before texting it to Raeann.

She texts back immediately.

Raeann: How are you this fucking hot?

Me: I was thinking about you.

She never texts back, so I assume she’s doing her thing. I’m torn between putting my phone away and listening in. With so many of my teammates surrounding me, I wouldn’t be able to do anything about the need, but I’m too weak. I can’t miss out on the opportunity to hear her, to be close to her. So, I press on the button again and close my eyes to the sound of her moans.

This weekend away can’t pass soon enough. I just want to get there, beat the shit out of Texas, and get back to Raeann. From this moment forward, that’s my entire goal. Laser focused. Locked in.

In and out. The sooner I’m back to my salvation, the better.

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Raeann

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