Page 10 of Excitable Boy
He was unlocking his room door a few minutes later when his phone vibrated with a reply.
From Shayla, fortunately.
Yes, Sir. :)
He sighed.
Good girl.
Send.
Again, verifying it washerhe was sending it to, now that he was thoroughly paranoid.
He stood in the shower for several minutes, with the water as hot as he could stand it. He needed a shave but didn’t have the energy to do it. It could wait.
He was in bed when he remembered he wanted to text his friend at the dealership, but it was now after midnight Florida time, so he set himself a reminder to do it in the morning.
And would make sure he sent it to the right damn person.
* * * *
Friday night, Tony had their flight confirmation and had packed everything and had his bags staged and waiting by his room door, with the exception of his clothes and what he’d need for his morning shower…
And he had ten different playfully snarky text messages from some of their closest friends, teasing him about butt-plugs.
Everyone’s a smart-ass
He smiled. Damn, he’d missed them all. He was looking forward not just to getting home to Shayla, but to resuming their normal routine and spending time at the club. He wanted to get back into teaching whip classes, wanted to DM.
Wanted to redden Shayla’s ass.
He wanted to curl up around his wife and hold her and wake up in the middle of the night able to fuck her if he wanted to.
Saturday morning blow jobs.
Sunday morning blow jobs.
Mmmm, blow jobs.
They’d had a few phone and video chat sex sessions during his time in the wilderness, so to speak, and had been able to make love while he was home seven weeks ago, but this was just fucking bullshit.
Never again.
Next time they wanted him to go out of town, they could pay to fly him home every fucking weekend, screw their goddamned project schedule.
We’re going home…
The next morning, he awoke bright and early, excited like a kid at Christmas, and about to send his friend a text message about meeting him at the dealership when he saw he had an alert from the airline.
Your flight has been delayed an hour due to a mechanical issue…
“Motherfucker!” he screamed, fighting the urge to fling his phone at the wall.
He texted Shayla the update, grabbed a quick shower, finished packing, and knocked on Mike’s door across the hall.
Mike was all smiles until he saw Tony’s face. “What’s wrong? If you tell me the data center has a problem and we can’t go home, I fucking quit, man.”
Tony showed him the alert.
