Kai

For days, the memory of the way Teagan screamed my name during the accident has haunted me. The call connection broke during the crash, and all I’ve wanted since is to hear her relief. Dr. Christopher Sanderson received a big fucking payday for his part in helping us pull this off. After everything, I just needed to hear her voice.

“You don’t wear white often, maybe ever. Why?” I whisper into the phone.

“White isn’t any fun. You can get funky with black, and color always pops, but white is just blah. It’s boring. There is only so much a good accessory can do for white,” Teagan murmurs back in response.

You’d think that, after all the time we’ve spent apart, a few days without her would be nothing. You’d have thought wrong because I fucking miss her like crazy. We shouldn’t be talking, but I doubt Smith would ever think we’d go to these kinds of lengths to get to him, but better safe than sorry. Staring at the wall in this hospital the last few days, with no visitors and no real news from my family, has been the worst. But knowing that she’s safe and that Smith will soon be taken care of is the only peace I have as the nurses come in and out of my room, bothering the fuck out of me and forcing me to play the grieving lover.

“Teagan?”

“Yeah, baby?” Her sleepy voice is like silk.

“I’d really like to see you in white someday.” Honestly, she could wear tie-dye on the big day and I wouldn’t care, so long as she was walking toward me, ready to say I do.

“Kai?” Suddenly, she sounds much more awake.

“Yeah, babe?”

“If you propose to me over the phone now while we’re sequestered away from each other and you’re laid up in a hospital bed, I’ll make that car accident seem like a ride on the merry-go-round.” There is humor laced in her stern disposition.

“I wouldn’t think of it. You deserve the big, romantic gesture. I just wanted to share where my mind was. I’ve been thinking about it nonstop lately, all of it, my whole damn life with you. I want that, Teagan. I want everything with you.”

“I want the same things … I always have. I don’t need a big, romantic gesture though. I just need to be close enough to touch you, taste your lips, watch your eyes as I say yes.”

She’d say yes. “No doubts?”

“Not a single one, not about you, not about us.”

Fuck, at one point, I never thought we’d make it to this place.

“I can’t wait until I can touch you. It’s been so hard,” I admit.

She releases a long sigh that I can practically feel against my chest.

“Kai, do you think Burke and Paisley are obeying the no-contact rule?”

I laugh. “Not a chance. That horndog is probably talking dirty to his girl right now.”

“Hmm.”

“What is it, baby? It sounds like that got you thinking.”

There is a long pause where only our breathing fills the line.

“I’ve … I’ve never … had phone sex before.”

Even though my sore muscles ache, my dick twitches as she timidly makes her confession with an air of curiosity in her tone. The sound of ruffled covers pierces my hearing.

“Take your right hand and put it on your throat, baby.” Teagan’s never been shy in the bedroom, so I know that, if I urge her to do something, she will. The girl will be surprised by how much she likes talking filthy on the phone. “Wrap your fingers around your neck and touch your soft skin.”

She takes in air in shallow, ragged gasps, and she has me groaning in need.

I know her well enough to know she’s in a one of my T-shirts, no bra, and a pair of panties—boy shorts would be my first guess. It is what she usually sleeps in.

“Drag your hand down your body gently until you get to your stomach and raise your shirt from your skin. I want you to enjoy your fully naked body for me. Tell me when your tits are free, baby.”

Her moan sounds so fierce.

“Okay, I’m ready.”

“Okay what? What are you ready for, Teagan?”

“You. More. This. Your voice.” Each word is exaggerated with pleasure.

“Is your shirt off?” It’s so hard to resist teasing her when she sounds like that.

“Yes.”

My hand sneaks under the blanket, and I take my cock out beneath the covers.

“Now, your panties, take them off.”

She’s quiet, save for her light, panting breaths and the soft rustle of fabric.

“Are you naked now? There’s nothing left covering that beautiful body I love?”

“Yes, there’s nothing left. Take control of my sin, please.”

“Your sin, huh? Does this feel wrong to you?”

“As good as you make me feel, it probably should be a sin, but I don’t care. Take out all your immoral transgressions on me. It feels good to be a little wicked.”

Fucking hell. I am so undeserving. With my right hand, I cup my balls and roughly massage them, already dying to come. I close my eyes and picture Teagan, naked and eager.

“Touch. Your. Pussy.”

A sharp rush of air hits the speaker of the phone.

“Soak your fingers and play with yourself, baby.”

“Oh God!” she whispers like a prayer.

I spit on my hand before fisting my cock.

“Spread your legs for me, sweet girl. Open them nice and wide and give your clit a strong pinch.” My wet hand slides up and down my dick, which is surprisingly close to release. “Fuck, I wish my face were between your legs, tasting you, teasing you.”

“Kai, yes, please.”

Her moans strangle my self-control, and I pump my hand faster.

“Please what, Teagan? What are you asking for?”

My head falls back, and I struggle to keep the phone to my ear.

“Tell me how you’d touch me if you were here,” she rushes out her request.

“Oh, that’s dangerous …” I’m already so close to the edge.

“I’d scrape my nails against your skin and pull you toward me, wildly bucking against your mouth.” Her quiet words get bold, and my cock pulses in my own hand.

“Fuck, Teagan.” The image burns into my mind. “The way your orgasm tastes as it hits my tongue and slides down my throat is better than the sweetest dessert. I crave the way you come against my lips.”

“I love you, Kai.”

She has been saying this a lot lately right before she’s about to come. I can’t say it doesn’t drive me fucking insane. I’ll never hear her tell me she loves me enough times, but when she says it, so audaciously and erotically, it’s everything.

I fucking love this girl so immeasurably, so much more than I knew a human was capable of, and I wish I could fall into her and live there forever.

“I love you, too, Teagan.” My palm rubs against the head of my cock. “Come for me, sweet girl. Come all over your fingers as if they were mine.”

The low thud tells me she’s dropped the phone. Still, I can hear her muffled cries, picture her hips rocking against her hand and her back arching off the bed, pushing her tits toward the ceiling. My strokes tighten and speed up rapidly, and when a whispered chant of my name hits my ears, I lose it. My cum spurts out and hits my bare stomach. Slowly, I prolong the pleasure, continuing to twist my cock as I picture Teagan licking me clean.

Only deep, appreciative breathing follows.

“So, phone sex is definitely hot,” she says with a seductive, raspy laugh after having retrieved her phone. I picture her spent and ridiculously happy.

“Being with you is infinitely better, but I’ll take what I can get.”

“I really don’t want to say it, Kai, but we’d better go. We’ve already pushed our luck.”

She’s right. I’m certain I’ll be getting a visit from a nurse at any minute.

“Sweet dreams, Teagan.” Surprisingly, my voice is full of sleep. I haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep since being admitted to this hospital, but tonight, it seems like I’m on the verge of knocking out.

“Who needs dreams when my reality with you is this good?”

A dream of her could never compare to the real thing, but that won’t stop her from running through my visions all night while I sleep.