Page 80 of Embers of You
“It went off for ten seconds. If you would just mind your own business, you wouldn’t even hear it. Actually, I’m not sure how you hear anything over the sound of your constant bitching.”
“I don’t know how you hear anything over your inflated ego and that stupid car you drive.”
“You know, if you want a ride all you have to do is ask. I mean another one, that is.”
She slams the door in his face and I get in the truck, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping, but fully intending on asking Sutton about that once we’re back.
“If that isn’t some powerful sexual tension, then I don’t know what is,” Parker asserts.
“Yeah? You would know about that, wouldn’t you?” Dave taunts.
“With your mom, yeah I would.”
I shake my head, starting the truck and driving us the short distance back to the station while they continue their bickering. I swear, sometimes it’s worse than siblings around here.
Once we’re back, I text Sutton when I’m able. I could walk over since she’s only next door, but I’m not going to bother her again. Plus, I’m sure Parker would want to join and bother Lily,and I’m not going to subject that poor girl to him anymore than she already is.
Jameson: Do you happen to know why your neighbors want to rip each other’s heads off?
Sutton: Is that what you think they want to do? Because I think they want to rip each other’s clothes off.
Jameson: Funny, Parker said the same thing.
Sutton: Great minds think alike, I guess.
Jameson: You calling Parker a great mind should probably have me a little worried.
Sutton: I think it’s because he’s young like me, and you don’t get it since you’re so…
Jameson: So what?!
Sutton: So much older *laughing emoji*
Jameson: I’m not that much older than you!
Sutton: Eleven years.
Jameson: And you’re still five years older than Parker.
Sutton: Maybe I should date him, since we are so close in age and have so much in common. Pass my number along to him, would you?
Jameson: I’ve never been a jealous man, but you’re bringing it out of me. Do I need to come over there?
Sutton: What would you do if you did?
I inwardly groan. I like how she’s opened up to me. She’s more carefree and trusting, but right now, her teasing is going to send me over the edge. I crave her enough as it is, and knowing she’s so close, but that there’s nothing either of us can do about it, is it’s own form of torture.
Jameson: Are you wanting me to tell you how I would drag you into the back room and prove that age only makes everything better? That I can make you come with the simplest touch because I’ve studied your body and learned all the ways to make it sing for me?
Jameson: Do you want me to tell you that I would do anything for you, including wringing every single orgasm from you, and make you scream my name for so long that your throat is hoarse for days?
Sutton: Oh my God…
Jameson: Would that be enough to prove it to you? Or do I need to tell you how I would tie your hands behind your back as I bend you over, and fuck you hard enough to see stars?
Sutton: Jameson…
Jameson: How does that sound?
