“Hello, baby.”
Hearing her voice made him hotter than hell.
“Tiny? Is that you?”
“Who else would be phoning you?”
She was moving around. The sound of a light switch going on let him know she was in bed.
“Have you come off of one of your runs?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“Are your boys missing my cooking?” She chuckled at his grunt.
“You know us all so well. We miss you, Eva.”
“I miss you, too.”
“Then come home.”
She was silent at his request. Damn, stubborn woman. Why wouldn’t she give in and give him what he wanted?
“What are you wearing?” he asked, more curious about her na**d state.
“A black negligee.”
“Panties?”
“Tiny—”
“Panties?” he asked again. Tiny wasn’t going to give in to her.
“I’m not wearing any.”
He paused, staring ahead of him at the blank door. Running a hand down the front of his pants, he closed his eyes imagining her in the negligee he’d seen in her drawers when she lived with him, without any underwear on.
“Tiny, are you still there?” she asked.
“Yeah, baby, I’m still here.”
“What are you doing?” Her voice sounded breathless to him.
“I’m touching my dick, staring at my desk where I tasted your sweet pu**y.”
Her moan echoed down the line. “You’re not playing fair.”
“I never play fair. Not when it’s what I want, and Eva, I want you.”
The noise she made sounded muffled almost as if she’d buried her head into the pillow.
“Touch yourself,” he said, ordering her what to do.
“What? Why?”
Smiling, he flicked the button open on his jeans and lowered them down to his knees. Peeling away his boxer briefs he gripped the erect flesh of his shaft.
“Do what I say.” He stroked the length, wishing she was near so he could give her what he wanted to give her.
She whimpered, and he knew her hand was between her sweet thighs.
“Are you wet?”
“We’re seriously going to do this? Have phone sex?” she asked.
“I’d rather sink into your tight pu**y, but this is all I can have from you.”
“What about the sweet-butts?”
“They’re over, baby. No more sweet-butts and no more women. I only want you.” Tiny knew what he spoke was the truth. There was no other woman he wanted other than the one he was speaking to. “Touch yourself. Press those fingers through your slit.”
He waited for her to comply. Hearing her move across the phone line was frustrating and arousing at the same time.
“I’m touching myself,” she said, moaning.
“Are you wet?”
“Yes, I want you, Tiny.”
Licking his lips, he fisted his shaft imagining her hands wrapped around him. In his mind he saw Eva knelt before him, ready to take his cock.
“I’m hard for you, Eva.”
“I’d love to feel you in my mouth, Tiny.”
He groaned, wishing her plump lips were wrapped around his shaft. “Finger your clit, stroke yourself.”
“I want you.” She cried out, and he pumped at his shaft. He felt her yearning deep in his soul. The intensity of his feelings made him feel like he was going to drown on his need for her alone.
“Put two fingers inside you and stretch them out.”
Her cries turned to guttural moans. Pre-cum leaked out of the tip of his cock, coating his shaft.
“I bet you’re tight. I know you are. You’re tight enough for my c**k and only my cock.”
“Yes, I’m all yours. There’s no one else.”
He growled, feeling the first bite of his orgasm. His balls tightened, and he kept stroking. She screamed over the line. The sound of her release set him over the edge with his own orgasm.
Coming down from the high, he was panting for breath.
“Wow, there is a first for anything,” Eva said.
Tiny chuckled. “I’d rather f**k you in the flesh, baby. This was the next best thing.”
“Give me a second. Don’t go.” Eva left the phone, and he heard her walking around and the sound as she jarred her foot. “Fuck that hurt.”
Minutes passed, and she was finally over the line. “Sorry, I was washing my hands and taking a quick bathroom break.”
Smiling, he reached for some tissue from the edge of his desk to clean up the mess he’d created.
“How is Vegas?” he asked, not wanting the conversation to end. The times he’d f**ked women, even Patricia, he’d not been interested in talking afterward. With Eva, he never wanted the moment to end.
“Vegas is fast moving, hot as hell, and a pain in the ass. The fighters my father has with him are right rough necks. I think you and your boys could take them though.” She laughed over the line. “I’d probably be given the boot if they heard me saying that.”
“And you’re staying with Ned?” Tiny asked.
“For now. I don’t know what else to do. Everything seemed so clear when I was with you in Fort Wills. Getting out of town was the ideal solution to our problem.” Eva stopped, and he imagined her running fingers through her hair.
“What do you think now?” He threw the used towels in the trash. Resting his head against his shoulder, he pulled up his jeans, fixing them back in place.
“We were toxic to each other, Tiny. Nothing has changed.”
“I promise you, Eva, there are no more women. I swear down on my life and the life of my club.” He leaned on the desk, resting his hand under his chin.
“We’ve hurt each other—”
“This was because I was a f**king dick who didn’t know how to deal with my feelings.”
“I can’t believe you’ve just admitted you were a dick. Does Tate have you at gun point?”
“No, Eva. I’ve finally come to my senses.” He stopped, needing to collect himself before he started shouting once again.
He heard her heavy sigh over the line. “You’re spoiling it again.”
“I’m not. For f**k’s sake, I’m trying to make this work between us. You left before I got chance to get my head screwed on straight.”
She growled over the line. “So this is all my f**king fault? What about you? Don’t you remember all those other women you f**ked? Or the way you treated me? I was not your woman, but I wasn’t allowed a life of my own.”