Page 51 of Scarred

Reaching out, I fumble for my phone, keeping my hand in place, not wanting to stop the momentum I had built as I glance at the screen.

It’s from an unknown number, but I know exactly who it is as I read the text message.

Unknown Number

Wanted to make sure you made it inside and are safely in for the night.

He interrupted me for this?

Wanting to get back to my little fantasy I had going on in my head, I hit the voice memo, so it’s faster.

Me

Voice Memo - Yes. Connor and I were effectively able to insert the key into my door and walk inside.

I say sarcastically, blowing out a frustrated breath and hitting send. I immediately get a voice memo back a few seconds later.

Unknown number

Voice Memo - Smartass.

The throaty rasp of his voice sends a spark between my legs.

Unknown Number

Voice Memo - And why do you sound all breathless? What are you and Connor doing over there?

I’m trying to get off to your image, you grump, if you would stop interrupting me.

Me

Voice Memo - Connor is out with one of his hookups that he calls when he’s in town. I’m…I’m in bed and about to go to sleep.

It’s technically true. I will go to sleep once this ache goes away.

My phone rings in my hand, and I jump at the sudden sound.

Jesus, can’t a girl cum in peace?

I swipe to answer it, putting it on speaker and throwing it next to me as I stare up at the ceiling.

“Yes?” I ask, my patience wears thinner by the minute.

“You’re lying,” he says in a deep voice that sends a thrill through my body.

“And what if I am?” I bite my lip to stop the grin as an idea sparks in my head. Maybe it’s the alcohol that’s still buzzing through my veins, or maybe I enjoy getting under his skin a little too much. There’s a side of Cayden that I saw tonight that I want to see again. Or hear, in this case. Either way, I can regret my choices tomorrow if it gets me what I want tonight.

His breathing is heavy on the other end of the phone, and it’s exactly what I need to hear as I start to move my hand again. A small moan escapes, letting out my secret before I can stop it.

“Jesus,” he growls, and the sound elevates my desire.

“Keep talking,” I whisper. “I need your voice.” I must be more drunk than I thought because the words easily slide out. I’m not thinking about boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed or how I need to guard my heart because his may never let me in.

All I’m thinking about in this moment is what it would feel like to shatter at the hands of Cayden Blade. I want him to take that control that he loves to cling to and use it on me.

His breathing gets more ragged, and I feel his intense energy through the phone as if he’s right here with me. Lifting my tank top over my head, I bare myself to him even if I’ll never be seen. I can pretend for tonight that his eyes are on me and it’s his touch that I’m feeling.

“You like dirty talk, Luna?”