Free Shot Caller (A Bad Boy's Baby Novel) by Colleen Masters Page B

the kitchen counter across the room, and I go over to see
who it is. There’s a new text message waiting for me, from a number I don’t
recognize. It reads:
     
    Good
luck tomorrow, Mad. I know you’re gonna kill it.
     
    I
snatch up the phone, punching in a quick response.
     
    Who
the hell is this?
     
    I
sip my scotch, waiting for my secret admirer to reveal their identity.
     
    It’s
Poppy. Lifted your number from your team file.
     
    A
wide grin spreads across my face. This is the most contact I’ve had with my
sexy ex-lover all week. I lean against the counter and shoot over a response.
     
    Me:
Feeling naughty, are you?
     
    Her:
Ha ha. Just wanted to wish you luck. I feel like “break a leg” might not be appropriate in this
circumstance.
     
    Me:
Yeah, not so much. I’m glad you dropped a line. I’ve missed you all week.
     
    Her:
You’ve seen me every day this week.
     
    Me:
Not the way I want to see you.
     
    Those
three little dots dance around in their bubble for a good long while as she
slowly types her response.
     
    Her:
What way do you want to see me, Mad?
     
    Me:
Completely naked, lying in my bed with your legs spread wide open
     
    Her:
I want you to see me like that too
     
    Me:
And what do you want me to do to you, once I have you like that?
     
    Her:
I want your hands on me.
     
    Me:
You want me to run them along your body, all the way down to your wet pussy?
     
    Her:
Yeah, that’s what I want. I’m so wet for you, Mad.
     
    Me:
I can feel it. I’m running my fingers all along your slit. I’m slipping two
fingers deep inside you.
     
    Her:
I love that. I love how you touch me.
     
    Me:
Do you love it when I bear down on your clit? I know you like it when I’m a
little rough.
     
    Her:
God, I love feeling you there. You know exactly how I like it.
     
    My
fingers dig into the marble countertop as we go on. I can feel myself getting
harder by the second. She knows exactly how I like it, too.
     
    Me:
I could make you come this second, but I won’t. I want to take my time. I want
you to beg me to let you come.
     
    Her:
Fuck, I don’t know if I can take it much longer. I’m picturing you here with
me, on top of me…
     
    Me:
Soon, babe. But right now it’s all about you.
     
    Her:
That might be the sexiest thing you’ve said yet.
     
    I
laugh through my raging lust. Even in the middle of a round of dirty sexting she
can still make me laugh.
     
    Me:
I grab onto your hips and bring my mouth down to your pussy. I give it a nice,
long lick before I suck your clit between my lips.
     
    Her:
Oh, fuck…
     
    Me:
My fingers move inside you as my tongue circles your clit, hard.
     
    Her:
That’s perfect. You’re perfect. I dig my fingers into your hair and hold on for
dear life.
     
    Me:
You’re close aren’t you?
     
    Her:
I’m so close.
     
    Me:
I bring my fingers back to your clit as I lift my mouth to yours. I kiss you
hard, deep. You can taste yourself all over my lips and tongue.
     
    Her:
Can I come now? Please??
     
    Me:
Yes. Come for me.
     
    I
stand holding my phone, waiting for her response. Tense moments go by with no
answer, as my cock very nearly tears through my jeans. Finally, she types back.
     
    Her:
Holy shit.
     
    Me:
Tell me about it.
     
    Her:
I really did just want to tell you good luck.
     
    Me:
Uh huh. I totally believe you.
     
    Her:
Was that… OK? For you, I
mean.
     
    Me:
Are you kidding? It was fucking brilliant for me.
     
    Her:
Well, good.
     
    Me:
But you’re gonna have to excuse me for sec. You’ve got me wound up to ten over
here. I need to go take care of myself or I won’t last the night.
     
    Her:
You sure?
     
    Me:
Very
     
    Her:
I mean. I could take care of you. If you like.
     
    Just
when I thought this exchange couldn’t get any better. Grabbing my scotch, I
head for the bedroom. If this is going any further, I’m gonna need to get
comfortable.
     
    Me:
I’m listening…

 
     
    Chapter Nine
    Poppy
     
    Time
itself breaks into a sprint as