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No good?
He meant his dick video. I hadn’t finished watching it. Or responded to him.
Shit, poor guy. Sends his first dick pic, a video at that, and I don’t even respond?
Blowing caution to the wind, I attached my own video. Then typed out a message.
Eve
Too good.
I waited a minute for him to watch, anxiously waiting on his reply.
Boston
And now I’m hard again. Fuck, Eve. You’re beautiful.
Many men had called me beautiful. In the club, at bars, during sex.
And yet somehow, those two words on a text message from Boston meant more to me than any of the others.
I brought up his video again, watching while he made himself come.
I moaned at the erotic sight. And then put my fingers back down my panties and started all over.
Because something about Boston had me instinctively knowing that once was never going to be enough.
12
BOSTON
Ilay in bed for hours, alternating between staring at the ceiling with a stupid big grin on my face and watching the video Eve had sent as she made herself come.
Fucking hell. What a firecracker she’d turned out to be. The video was only from her shoulders up, but I didn’t need to see anything more than that. I could use my imagination.
She’d captured my complete attention anyway. The relaxed set of her shoulders, her head thrown back, her long dark hair swept up in a ponytail, loose tendrils framing her face. Watching her expression change from one of enjoyment to one of pure and complete abandonment as she’d come, had me hard every time I thought about it. And the noises she made…fuck. I wanted to be the one drawing those sounds from her mouth.
I’d jacked off so many times tonight it was surprising there was any lift left in my dick at all. Then I’d fallen asleep and slept more solidly than I had in a long time.
And that was why I didn’t hear my phone the first two times. It was only on the third try that the incessant ringing woke me. I didn’t even check the number. I probably couldn’t have read it with my eyes as bleary as they were anyway. “Hello?”
There was a rush of words my sleepy brain couldn’t work out. I sat up and looked at the phone, then held it back to my ear. “Chief?”
“Dammit, Boston. Wake up and listen.”
That got my attention. “What’s going on?”
His silence on the other end sent fear trickling down my spine. It was the heavy pause of a man who had been sent to deliver bad news. “Chief?”
“We just got a call in from Johnson and Stewart. There’s been a stabbing.”
Relief rushed through me. “Right, okay. Text me the address and I’ll go pick up Jayela now. Give us twenty.”
I went to hang up but I stopped at a shout from him.
“Jayela’s place is the address, Boston. There was a stabbing in her apartment.”
The fear punched through me once more, this time bringing nausea with it. Jayela and Mae both lived in that apartment. I cared about Mae in the exact same way that Jayela did—as a sister. But Jaye was my best friend. My other half for the past decade. Neither of us were any good at relationships. We’d joked more than once that perhaps we were each other’s soul mates and that one day, we’d end up old and retired somewhere together. Not together-together, because I’d never thought of her like that, and the feeling was mutual, but could I have been happy living out my days with my best friend by my side? Absolutely.
