Page 26 of Through the Flames
I heard a snort. Since Ella only kept a few people close, and knowing Hailey was on the other end of the phone, then Colt was probably nearby.
Ella kept talking, unbothered. “This one’s for me. Not for anyone else to see.Yet.”
My breath was catching in my throat, my heart stuttering, stopping for a beat, and then pounding like a fucking jackhammer.
Yet?
Leaning forward a fraction, as if getting closer might make it clearer, my thoughts spiraled.
But she’ll show someone. Eventually.
I could wait.
It was likely just a throwaway comment, but to me, it landed like intent.
She thought no one was watching. She was wrong.
It was only when my knuckles began to ache that I registered how tightly I was gripping the edge of the desk.
The word looped in my brain.
Yet.
Yet.
Yet.
My chest tightened and a muscle in my jaw twitched to the point of being almost painful.
Whoever would be allowed to see it would be special. Maybe it would be someone she hadn’t thought of showing it to yet.
For a reckless second, I let myself hope she’d choose me.
My cock was like a fucking steel pipe in my shorts now, tenting the soft material. I palmed it, trying to take some of the edge off.
Goddamn. As long as her voice was in my ear, there was zero chance of it going soft.
Might as well admit defeat now.
Only listening with one ear, as she joked with Colt and Hailey, I lifted my ass in my chair to tug down my shorts.
My dick sprang out, angry, throbbing, the tip already leaking.
Breathing harshly through my nose, I fisted my length, giving it a few slow tugs while continuing to monitor their conversation.
Ella was joking. Laughing. Spitting out fantasies like it was nothing. But I listened like it was gospel.
Thigh tats.
V-line.
Spine.
Forearms.
Piercings to bring her pleasure.
Ink and metal designed to be touched.Tasted.
