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Authors: Madelynne Ellis
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faked a sniffle, and wiped away fake tears. ‘But … but …’ he mumbled, before bursting into laughter. ‘I totally thought we were going to be life partners and everything. You’re telling me you’re not going to come over and stroke my dick?’
‘Ashley, I am never going to stroke your dick. Think I’ll happily stick to taking photos of it.’
‘You don’t do that either.’
‘I’m pretty sure it’s starred in a few of them. Do I need to provide evidence?’
A swift shake of his head conveyed Ash’s thoughts about that. Mention of photographs did give him an idea, though. What if he showed Ginny just what she’d done to him? Maybe she’d take pity on him and … actually, he didn’t know. Other than talk to him, there wasn’t a lot she could do.
‘Phone sex,’ he blurted, sitting abruptly at the lightbulb idea. Ash reached for his phone, then realised he was wearing pocketless lounge pants, and a dismayed croak rose from his throat. ‘Where’s my phone?’ The damn things seemed to magically materialise legs and walk off. Most likely it was still in the pocket of the leathers he’d shucked off, but if he went back into the bunk room to look, Rock Giant would probably throw a brick at his head.
‘Ahem,’ Spook coughed. He held his phone aloft between his thumb and forefingers.
Thank you, Jesus!
Knowing how bad he was with his possessions, Ash had persuaded Spook to store Ginny’s number too. ‘Gimme,’ he insisted, reaching for the lifeline.
Spook pulled it close to his body. ‘As if I’m going to let you molest it. Man, I know where your hands have been.’
Ash was about to ask why Spook had bothered waving it about if he wasn’t going to allow him to use it, when his friend hit dial and raised the handset to his ear.
‘Ginny? Hi, it’s Spook,’ he said, grinning ear to ear. ‘Yeah, he’s fine. A little worked up. You know how it is. Nothing a bedtime story won’t fix. No, I can’t put him on. He’s not touching my phone unless he bleaches his hands.’
Ash pouted. He wished he could hear both sides of the conversation, not only what Spook was saying. Ginny’s soft purr in his ear would go a long way to easing his frustration.
‘No, right at the minute, he’s just about restraining himself.’
The bastard was grinning at him like the cat that got the cream.
‘I’m sure a few words from you could change that.’
What the hell? ‘What are you doing?’
‘Talking to Ginny. OK, yeah,’ Spook said into the phone. ‘Of course I can relay a message. It’ll be a pleasure.’
Ash repositioned himself upright, because the frankly malevolent glee in Spook’s eyes suggested a prone position wasn’t a good idea at the moment. ‘What the fuck are you up to?’
‘I just said. I’m talking to your lady.’
‘Well, stop talking to her and tell me what she’s saying.’
Two ticks, Spook signalled, holding up a couple of fingers.
Ash clenched his fists and waited, while his cock continued to strain the elastic of his waistband. Damn thing wanted out, and he was increasingly tempted to set it free. He repositioned the cushion before him, hoping that since Spook was distracted by his phone conversation he wouldn’t notice if he rocked his hips a bit.
‘Um … uh-huh … like it,’ he kept saying. Then, ‘Are you sure you want me to relay that? Precisely as spoken?’ A faint blush rose along the ridge of his cheekbones. ‘Sure?’ His grin literally ate up his face.
‘What’s she saying to you?’ Ash slid along the sofa so that he was closer to Spook, hoping to catch a few of Ginny’s words, but Spook had the phone clamped so close to his ear there was no chance of that. ‘Spook, you’d better bloody tell me or I’m going to –’
‘You’re going to what, Ashley?’
Ash let his shoulders fall. ‘Wait patiently.’
‘Good. She likes that.’ He
hm-hmmed
some more at whatever else it was Ginny was saying. ‘She says it’s only fair that you’re
‘Ashley, I am never going to stroke your dick. Think I’ll happily stick to taking photos of it.’
‘You don’t do that either.’
‘I’m pretty sure it’s starred in a few of them. Do I need to provide evidence?’
A swift shake of his head conveyed Ash’s thoughts about that. Mention of photographs did give him an idea, though. What if he showed Ginny just what she’d done to him? Maybe she’d take pity on him and … actually, he didn’t know. Other than talk to him, there wasn’t a lot she could do.
‘Phone sex,’ he blurted, sitting abruptly at the lightbulb idea. Ash reached for his phone, then realised he was wearing pocketless lounge pants, and a dismayed croak rose from his throat. ‘Where’s my phone?’ The damn things seemed to magically materialise legs and walk off. Most likely it was still in the pocket of the leathers he’d shucked off, but if he went back into the bunk room to look, Rock Giant would probably throw a brick at his head.
‘Ahem,’ Spook coughed. He held his phone aloft between his thumb and forefingers.
Thank you, Jesus!
Knowing how bad he was with his possessions, Ash had persuaded Spook to store Ginny’s number too. ‘Gimme,’ he insisted, reaching for the lifeline.
Spook pulled it close to his body. ‘As if I’m going to let you molest it. Man, I know where your hands have been.’
Ash was about to ask why Spook had bothered waving it about if he wasn’t going to allow him to use it, when his friend hit dial and raised the handset to his ear.
‘Ginny? Hi, it’s Spook,’ he said, grinning ear to ear. ‘Yeah, he’s fine. A little worked up. You know how it is. Nothing a bedtime story won’t fix. No, I can’t put him on. He’s not touching my phone unless he bleaches his hands.’
Ash pouted. He wished he could hear both sides of the conversation, not only what Spook was saying. Ginny’s soft purr in his ear would go a long way to easing his frustration.
‘No, right at the minute, he’s just about restraining himself.’
The bastard was grinning at him like the cat that got the cream.
‘I’m sure a few words from you could change that.’
What the hell? ‘What are you doing?’
‘Talking to Ginny. OK, yeah,’ Spook said into the phone. ‘Of course I can relay a message. It’ll be a pleasure.’
Ash repositioned himself upright, because the frankly malevolent glee in Spook’s eyes suggested a prone position wasn’t a good idea at the moment. ‘What the fuck are you up to?’
‘I just said. I’m talking to your lady.’
‘Well, stop talking to her and tell me what she’s saying.’
Two ticks, Spook signalled, holding up a couple of fingers.
Ash clenched his fists and waited, while his cock continued to strain the elastic of his waistband. Damn thing wanted out, and he was increasingly tempted to set it free. He repositioned the cushion before him, hoping that since Spook was distracted by his phone conversation he wouldn’t notice if he rocked his hips a bit.
‘Um … uh-huh … like it,’ he kept saying. Then, ‘Are you sure you want me to relay that? Precisely as spoken?’ A faint blush rose along the ridge of his cheekbones. ‘Sure?’ His grin literally ate up his face.
‘What’s she saying to you?’ Ash slid along the sofa so that he was closer to Spook, hoping to catch a few of Ginny’s words, but Spook had the phone clamped so close to his ear there was no chance of that. ‘Spook, you’d better bloody tell me or I’m going to –’
‘You’re going to what, Ashley?’
Ash let his shoulders fall. ‘Wait patiently.’
‘Good. She likes that.’ He
hm-hmmed
some more at whatever else it was Ginny was saying. ‘She says it’s only fair that you’re
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