Page 3 of Playing for Keeps
On Del’s second turn reading the response, the word “mouth” had his dick jumping.
With a frown as his previous thoughts circled in his mind, Del wondered what the fine, upstanding citizens of Providence would think if they knew he was embroiled in a sexy conversation with a stranger he’d met online. His thumbs were moving as if they had a mind of their own, ignoring thoughts of anyone else but MercedesGirl926.
Del: I like a willing and hot mouth as well.
He typed the words and wished like hell he was going home to MercedesGirl926 lying in his bed, instead of stuffing the phone back into his pocket and forcing himself to smile, while his dick continued to throb.
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It was after two a.m. So why was she up, holding her phone in her hand, preparing to reply to yet another message from GCSports18?
Rylan was convinced she was losing her mind. These late-night conversations had been going every night for the last five days and in that time, she still hadn’t asked what GCSports18’s real name was. And he hadn’t asked for hers. The subject just never came up, which seemed odd if she really thought about it.
Rylan: Owning your own business isn’t easy, but it has its rewards.
She typed the response to his question about her day.
This is how the conversations always started. He asked about her day. She answered and then asked about his. He answered.
GCSports18: I’m sure it does. Today just wasn’t one of them.
Rylan could totally relate to that. The body shop wasn’t doing as much business as it normally did, even with winter weather making its first appearance by way of thirty-degree temperatures and the threat of their first snowstorm coming this weekend. This was usually the time people brought their vehicles in for everything from fluid checks to brake work, just to be prepared through the winter months. Breaking down on the side of the road in freezing temps or worse, a snowstorm, was not an ideal situation. But this year, it seemed, the majority of the car owners in Providence had vehicles in perfect condition.
On top of that, her father had officially moved out of the ranch style house on Broken Land Drive where Rylan grew up.
Today had actually been a pretty crappy day.
She didn’t type that.
Rylan: Feeling kind of tired. Think I’ll turn in.
She replied and then leaned over in her bed ready to put the phone on its charger and worry about all that was going on in her life until eventually falling asleep—her new nightly ritual.
The phone buzzed with a notification before she could put it down. She sighed, keeping the phone in hand before falling back against the pillows. She stared up to the ceiling but saw nothing because she’d already turned off the lights. The bedroom in her apartment was small. The apartment was small. A studio that seemed like a good idea when she’d leased it a year ago, since she lived alone, but lately had felt more like a box closing in on her. The wind that accompanied the chilly temps pressed against the single window in the bedroom causing a slight draft which required an extra fleece blanket on her bed.
GCSports18: If I were there I’d run you a hot bath. I’d fix hot chocolate and add lots of whipped cream. Just the way you like it.
She sighed while reading his words. She’d forgotten that she told him she preferred hot chocolate to wine. And it never dawned on her that he’d recall any of the things they’d talked about. This was just a casual chit-chat…that had turned into a nightly ritual.
Rylan: That sounds heavenly.
She replied truthfully.
Of course, she could’ve run her own bath when she’d come in just after eight this evening. The makings of her favorite hot chocolate were stored in the cabinet next to the refrigerator in her postage-stamp sized kitchen. But she’d opted for a ten-minute shower and a glass of cranberry juice to go along with the grilled ham and cheese she’d fixed for dinner. That was her idea of a glamorous life.
GCSports18: Then I would rub you down from head to toe with warm oil, massaging all the tension and fatigue away.
Damn. Could she actually imagine the feel of his hands on her oiled body? Hell yeah, she could! And it was amazing. Rylan actually moaned as she closed her eyes and felt herself sinking deeper into the mattress with the thought. Her eyes opened a slit as she typed a response.
Rylan: And I would be forever in your debt.
His response was three smiley face emojis.
She grinned.
Rylan: What would you like as repayment?
GCSports18: A beer and a newspaper.
