Page 55 of The Cannon
I’m scrunching my face up and squeezing shut my eyes. “I think that was me.”
“That’s the first time you’ve called me that. I like it, honey.”
I relax into the moment, twirling my hair as I pace my bedroom. “I didn’t have the bravery to do it in person.” That’s the absolute truth.
His laugh makes my toes curl.
“When you coming home? I’m lonely. And horny,” I giggle.
“Girl, you’re killin’ me. What are you wearing right now? And be slow when you describe it.”
I look down at my timeworn home workout clothes. Faded yoga pants that I’ll never throw away, and my college T-shirt with tonight’s pizza sauce stain.
“I was just trying on my new lingerie,” I fib.
A low moan escapes his luscious lips. It spurs me on. “I bought something just for you today. It’s pale yellow, like a buttercup. And it’s part lacy.”
“What’s the other part?”
“Well, it’s see-through. Just a whisper of the finest fabric.”
“Is it bra and panties?”
A quick intake of air tells me how much he’s enjoying my fictional story. So I continue.
“No, baby. It’s a short nightgown. No panties at all.”
Lord, I’m turning myself on too. Sawyer’s breathing is more labored now than when we started.
“Are you touching yourself?” he asks hopefully.
I hear the intake of his breath.
“Yeah I am. Stroking my dick thinking about your pussy. Oh Jesus. Lift the hem up. Let me see.”
Ring! Ring!
Crap. Fuck! “I’ve got to get this, Sawyer. It’s the family emergency number.”
He accepts the new information, but there’s a little plead when he says, “Call me back.”
I end the call and accept the one from my mother.
“What’s happening?”
“January is in labor. Your father and I are headed for the hospital.”
“All right. Great! I’ll be there in an hour. Is there anything I can bring for you and Dad? Did you have dinner?”
“No. Grandma packaged up a basket to bring. There’s plenty for us all. Oh, Brick’s calling. See you there.”
I disconnect and call Sawyer. He picks up on the first ring. “Everything okay?”
“January’s having the baby. Finally. She’s two weeks overdue. I’m headed for the hospital.”
“Oh. Glad it’s good news. I’ll be back in the morning. If you’re still there I’ll bring coffee.”
“Bite your tongue. Hopefully she’ll have delivered by then. And you don’t have to come. You’re going to be beat.”
