Page 63 of An Unexpected Turn
The screen shook again as she adjusted the angle, and instead of ducking her hand inside, she dragged her panties down her legs and tossed them to the side of the bed.
“That’s my girl,” I growled. “Nice and bare for me.”
“You too,” she whispered. “Let me see it. Only fair.”
I pulled my pants down until my cock sprang free. I was already hard as a rock, a drop pooling at the tip as my dick angled toward the screen. My pull to this woman was visceral and involuntary.
“Slide your fingers up and down, just like I would. You wet for me, sweetheart?”
She shut her eyes and nodded, bucking her hips off the bed as she rode her hand.
I glanced down, wishing I’d pulled on black sweatpants instead of gray to hide the evidence of the glorious mess we were about to make.
“God, I wish I could taste you. Slide a finger inside and inch it out just like I do.”
I squeezed my cock at her drawn-out moan.
“You love that, I know. Now, faster. Swirl your thumb around your clit and go faster. Pretend you’re fucking me when you come. That it’s me moving inside you.” I slid my hand up and down in long strokes as her legs spread wider on the screen. “That’s right, sweetheart. I see you. Come all over me and make me yours.”
She slid her hand up her shirt, pinching one nipple between her fingers before her head fell back with a silent scream. After she mewled my name a few times, I followed, my release coming in long spurts across my stomach and soaking my T-shirt.
I dropped my head back, sinking into the cheap mattress as I chased my breath. I couldn’t even control myself on a video call with Peyton, much less in person.
“Does this mean you’re mine?” she asked with a yawn. Her chest rose and fell as she sighed against the pillow.
“Yes, but I already was.” I laughed as I tried to dab at the large spot on my pants with a paper towel. I’d need a change of clothes after we hung up. “I’ve been yours a lot longer than you know.”
“Good. I love you, babe. Good night.” She blew a kiss at the phone before she drifted off to sleep.
I sat up, watching her for a few long minutes before I ended the call.
Would she remember what she’d said? What was worse, if she did or didn’t?
I peeled off my clothes and found another pair of sweats and a T-shirt, uneasy and jumpy but not freaked out.
At all.
Shouldn’t I have been?
Keeping women at a distance was always easy—until her. With Peyton, I couldn’t get close enough. I’d sworn never to cause another woman any more pain when I found out that my heart wasn’t in it again.
But it was this time.
Because I loved her too.
But how?
It had only been a few weeks, after months of skating around the intense feelings we had for each other, but it was too soon for any declarations or feelings of love.
Yet, here I was. Herewewere.
I trudged up the stairs, ignoring the walk of shame feeling on the way to my mother’s kitchen.
Mom and Kristina were at the kitchen table, eyeing me with a suspicion I couldn’t pinpoint.
“Who is she?” my mother asked as Kristina cringed.
“My sister hasn’t spilled to you yet?” I fell into a seat at the table across from them.
