miss his call. If he ever made one.
Curled up in bed, she picked up her dog-eared copy of The Lincoln Lawyer and began to read. The phone buzzed on the night table. Scrambling, she picked it up and answered without looking at the screen.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Kerri.”
The husky cadence vibrated through her body.
“Wolfe. I’m so very glad you called.”
She could almost feel his warm smile through the phone. She could become a harpy bitch and call him on the carpet for not contacting her before now, but that wasn’t who she was. Besides, Kerri had the feeling he’d experienced enough of that in his marriage. He hadn’t said much, but he alluded to the fact Janice hadn’t supported him, or sympathized with his plight. Instead, she had cheated on him or demanded that he “snap out of it.” She would not be that woman.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“In bed, reading Michael Connelly. Missing you.”
No playing around. She would tell it like it was and damn the consequences.
Silence hung between. Perhaps she had revealed too much….
“Christ, I miss you, too. I’m going to be here for another ten days or so. Just wanted to let you know,” he whispered.
How tempting to ask how he was doing, but she decided not to. She recognized a slight tremble in his voice, which spoke of his current vulnerable state.
“So, what are you doing?” she inquired.
“Listening to music. Bon Jovi’s on right now.”
“I love ‘Wanted: Dead or Alive.’ That guy never seems to age.”
“It’s easy to look good in your fifties when you have a portrait in the attic.”
She couldn’t stop the roll of laughter from leaving her throat.
“Very good, an Oscar Wilde reference! I’m impressed! Maybe Bon Jovi’s next tour should be called the ‘Dorian Gray Rock Road Trip.’”
Wolfe snorted. Oh, God, it sounded so good to hear him have a carefree moment.
“You make me laugh. I love it.” He paused and sobered. “On a serious note, I want to apologize for my behavior. Running off like a coward is not my thing. And I’ve done it more than once with you. Not sure how to explain, if I even can….”
Her heart clenched at his heartfelt words. “Wolfe, you don’t have to explain yourself with me, ever. Well, at least not right now. When you’re ready. Know I’m here for you.”
She meant what she said. Sure, it had hurt when he’d left. She’d cried as she hadn’t in many years, but she had no desire to tear Wolfe a new one.
“Damn, I’m glad I called. Can you do something for me, before I go?”
“Anything.”
“Remove your underwear or sweats or whatever. Do it now.”
His voice was commanding and insistent. She liked it. Wriggling her hips, she removed the leggings and tossed them to the floor.
“Done.”
“Lie down, spread your legs, and put your hand on your pussy. Find your clit. Rub it for me. Do it now.”
Naughty . She did as he asked. With each stroke she grew wetter, and she didn’t remain quiet. She moaned softly and Wolfe groaned in response.
“Move the phone down so I can hear the sounds. Insert a couple of fingers. Move them in and out. Let me hear how wet you are.”
She did. Her hips lifted as her hand moved faster. She moved the phone back to her ear.
“Yes, baby. So wet. I’m fisting my cock, stroking it, imagining you finger-fucking yourself. Rub your clit with your thumb.” She groaned in response to his demand. “That’s it.”
She could hear him jerking off, skin slapping in his hand as his moans grew in intensity. A burst of color exploded behind her eyes and she let loose a scream that could blow out the window. A gruff growl followed on the other end of the line.
After a few moments’ silence, Wolfe regained his steady breathing.
“Pack an overnight bag, Kerri. Tomorrow morning, come to me. We have to talk.”
“I thought you needed more time?” she answered breathlessly.
“Fuck that. I need you more.”
He gave her the address, and she grabbed a
Curled up in bed, she picked up her dog-eared copy of The Lincoln Lawyer and began to read. The phone buzzed on the night table. Scrambling, she picked it up and answered without looking at the screen.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Kerri.”
The husky cadence vibrated through her body.
“Wolfe. I’m so very glad you called.”
She could almost feel his warm smile through the phone. She could become a harpy bitch and call him on the carpet for not contacting her before now, but that wasn’t who she was. Besides, Kerri had the feeling he’d experienced enough of that in his marriage. He hadn’t said much, but he alluded to the fact Janice hadn’t supported him, or sympathized with his plight. Instead, she had cheated on him or demanded that he “snap out of it.” She would not be that woman.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“In bed, reading Michael Connelly. Missing you.”
No playing around. She would tell it like it was and damn the consequences.
Silence hung between. Perhaps she had revealed too much….
“Christ, I miss you, too. I’m going to be here for another ten days or so. Just wanted to let you know,” he whispered.
How tempting to ask how he was doing, but she decided not to. She recognized a slight tremble in his voice, which spoke of his current vulnerable state.
“So, what are you doing?” she inquired.
“Listening to music. Bon Jovi’s on right now.”
“I love ‘Wanted: Dead or Alive.’ That guy never seems to age.”
“It’s easy to look good in your fifties when you have a portrait in the attic.”
She couldn’t stop the roll of laughter from leaving her throat.
“Very good, an Oscar Wilde reference! I’m impressed! Maybe Bon Jovi’s next tour should be called the ‘Dorian Gray Rock Road Trip.’”
Wolfe snorted. Oh, God, it sounded so good to hear him have a carefree moment.
“You make me laugh. I love it.” He paused and sobered. “On a serious note, I want to apologize for my behavior. Running off like a coward is not my thing. And I’ve done it more than once with you. Not sure how to explain, if I even can….”
Her heart clenched at his heartfelt words. “Wolfe, you don’t have to explain yourself with me, ever. Well, at least not right now. When you’re ready. Know I’m here for you.”
She meant what she said. Sure, it had hurt when he’d left. She’d cried as she hadn’t in many years, but she had no desire to tear Wolfe a new one.
“Damn, I’m glad I called. Can you do something for me, before I go?”
“Anything.”
“Remove your underwear or sweats or whatever. Do it now.”
His voice was commanding and insistent. She liked it. Wriggling her hips, she removed the leggings and tossed them to the floor.
“Done.”
“Lie down, spread your legs, and put your hand on your pussy. Find your clit. Rub it for me. Do it now.”
Naughty . She did as he asked. With each stroke she grew wetter, and she didn’t remain quiet. She moaned softly and Wolfe groaned in response.
“Move the phone down so I can hear the sounds. Insert a couple of fingers. Move them in and out. Let me hear how wet you are.”
She did. Her hips lifted as her hand moved faster. She moved the phone back to her ear.
“Yes, baby. So wet. I’m fisting my cock, stroking it, imagining you finger-fucking yourself. Rub your clit with your thumb.” She groaned in response to his demand. “That’s it.”
She could hear him jerking off, skin slapping in his hand as his moans grew in intensity. A burst of color exploded behind her eyes and she let loose a scream that could blow out the window. A gruff growl followed on the other end of the line.
After a few moments’ silence, Wolfe regained his steady breathing.
“Pack an overnight bag, Kerri. Tomorrow morning, come to me. We have to talk.”
“I thought you needed more time?” she answered breathlessly.
“Fuck that. I need you more.”
He gave her the address, and she grabbed a
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