Page 61 of Holidating
“When do you get off?” I ask. By which I mean,when can I get you off?Making Abbi whimper and sigh is my new favorite hobby.
“Eight,” she says. “A double shift on Sunday means you don’t have to close.”
“Come over? We’ll be hanging out at the hockey house, drinking some beers and unwinding.”
“Maybe I can,” she says. “What’s the vibe at the hockey house, anyway? What’s it like?”
“Not as skeevy as you’re probably thinking,” I say and she laughs. “I mean—we have some killer parties. But on a quieter night it’s comfortable. Our alumni landlords make sure the place has a weekly cleaning service and every TV channel under the sun. The kitchen is actually pretty sweet. We’ve got a giant blender that we use all the time, and a big mixer that we never use, but it looksverysophisticated.”
Abbi laughs again. “The things I could do with that mixer.”
“My mixer is your mixer, baby. What do you want to mix?”
“I found a recipe in my mother’s cookbook for this weird cake she used to make for me. I haven’t had it in years…” Her smile fades, and she looks a little wistful.
“Seriously, if you want to putter in my kitchen, you can do that anytime. But come over Sunday either way, okay?”Because I miss you. I don’t say that part out loud. “We’ll be watching tonight’sBruins game,” I say instead. “We made a pact on the plane to save it until after we get back.”
She blinks. “So I shouldn’t tell you they’re losing four to zip?”
“Wait, really?” I gasp. “Fourto nothing?”
Her smile blooms naughtily. “You’re sogullible, Westie. I really have no idea if the Bruins are playing tonight or not.”
“Abbi!” I laugh, and try not to drop my phone in the tub. “You’re so mean. Maybe you should show me some more tit as a punishment. Two minutes for unsportsmanlike conduct.”
“You want penalty tits?” she asks with a giggle.
“Oh, definitely.”
She reaches up… and buttons the PJs closed instead.
I let out a little moan of frustration.
“Let’s wait,” she says. “Until you can see them in real life. I’m not comfortable flashing you over hotel Wi-Fi.”
“Ah, fine. Fine.” I suppose she’s being smart about that, even if I’m crushed. “Just so you know, I’m not as smart as you are. And I’m not shy. So…” I lift the phone and change the angle. First I reveal my abs, which I’m tightening for the occasion. The six-pack is looking pretty buff onscreen, if I do say so myself.
Abbi makes a small sound of pleasure.
So I keep going. I angle the phone even further, until she can see my erect cock poking mostly out of the bathwater. “Look who says hello.”
“Well,hithere,” she breathes, her lips parted. “Now I reallydowish we were at the same hotel.”
“Yeah, well.” I reach down and give myself a slow stroke, and Abbi makes another noise of approval. “You like that? Or am I just being creepy right now?”
She smiles. “You’renotcreepy, Weston. Everything you do is sexy. Every. Thing.”
A warmth hits me that has nothing to do with bathwater. “You know I think the same thing about you, right? Everything you do is sexy.”
“No need to exaggerate.”
“Oh, I’m not.” I give myself another slow stroke, because it feels so good. “If you were here, you’d be in this tub with me. I’d insist.”
“Mmm,” she sighs. “If only.”
My voice goes low and rough just thinking about it. “We’ll put that on our bucket list. Things to do together before we run out of time together.”
“I’m in,” she whispers. “Keep, uh, going. If you want to.”
