Page 139 of The Alternate Captain
“Johnny—ohmigod.”
I pull the tape off her wrists and then fix myself, except I’m harder than ever—the thought of getting caught pulling at my balls, and I need to come.
“There’s no way I can go out there like this,” I say. “I’m going to have to finish.”
Kelly fixes her clothes before stepping towards me, lowering her voice. “Do you think they’ve gone?”
We listen hard for a moment and I nod. “I heard footsteps walking away, so—”
“Okay, but make it quick,” she says, dropping to her knees.
It doesn’t take me long at all, and I bite my tongue as I come down her throat a moment later.
Then, I get to work cleaning up as best as I can before putting the room back to how we found it.
“How was the dirty talk, by the way? Any feedback is welcome.” I grin, trying to push past my embarrassment.
Kelly giggles. “It was fine.”
“Just fine? Damn.”
“Okay, it was great. I mean, I had a good time.”
Pulling her face towards mine, I drop a kiss onto her lips and make a mental note to do more research.
I’m also stalling, because there’s something I’m keen to ask her, and I’m feeling really fucking nervous about what she may say.
“Are you okay?” she asks, cocking her head to the side. “Was it okay for you?”
“Oh, heck yeah. I just... how do you feel about spending Christmas in Canada with me?” I ask.
It’s been something I’ve been mulling over ever since I got back from Kelly’s tour. Since having those few days together really set me up for wanting more. I’m so keen to have more one-on-one time with her. And I figured, if we go to Canada, we’d have the whole place to ourselves.
“What?” she asks, cocking her head to the side. “Are you kidding?”
“No. How do you feel about it? I mean, you don’t have to, but I remember you telling me Christmas hasn’t been the same since Jeremy... and I figured that it may be nice to give you a new memory of it. We can stay at my mom’s place since she’s never there. I can fix your plane ticket.”
“I don’t know, Johnny. What would I tell my parents?”
“Shit. I guess, just tell them you’re spending it with a friend?”
Kelly’s expression changes from pensive to something a little more curious.
“And your mom wouldn’t be there?”
“Well, she never is. But if you wanted to meet her—”
“Can I think about it?”
“Which part? Coming or meeting her?”
“Both. I just want to make sure it’d be okay. And I have some savings, Johnny. I wouldn’t want you paying for my ticket.”
She pulls out her phone and curses at the poor signal.
“You do realise we’d only be there for like three days? With your schedule and—”
“I guess you’re right,” I say, realising that I’m probably talking with my dick. But then she turns to me with a glint in her eye.
