Free Chasing Kane by Andrea Randall

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    He nodded and, without a word, disappeared to the back of the bus.
    “Was that CJ?” Georgia asked.
    “Yeah.”
    “He behaving?”
    “Let’s not talk about him. I can’t think straight right now, I miss you so bad.”
    A low purr came from the back of her throat and in my head I could see the face she always made to accompany that delicious tone. “Real bad?” she asked.
    My voice came out more breathless by the second as I slid a hand to my jeans. “Bad, G. You have no idea how badly I want you right now. Right here. Right now.” I was so hard, my body was more than relieved when I undid my button and zipper, releasing myself from constraint.
    She whispered. “You’re all alone right now?”
    I nodded, as if she could see. “Yeah.”
    “Me too. In our bed. The sheets still smell like you.”
    I swallowed, my throat dry as I wrapped my hand around my rock-hard cock. “Keep talking …”
    Her voice was playfully seductive. Low, enticing, luring. She was a predator of the best kind, and I’d fall for her every time—in person or not. “I’m in the blue silky panties you like … with the black polka dots.”
    “What bra are you wearing?” My pulse quickened at just the thought of her in those damn panties.
    “I’m not,” she answered, sending me into another level of ecstasy. “I’m running my hands over my breasts, wishing they were your hands.” Her breath picked up the way it did when I put her nipple between my lips.
    “Jesus …”
    “Tell me what you’d do if you were here. I miss you, Regan …”
    I groaned when she said my name, closing my eyes to bring her as close to me as possible, pretending for a little longer that she was actually here and not in a whole other state. “I’d run my lips from your nipples to your navel. Slow, making you squirm.” The noises from the other end of the phone told me to continue as I stroked myself harder, faster.
    “Then,” I continued, barely able to form words the closer I got to climax, “I’d bring my mouth into you, swirling my tongue.”
    I could tell from the faint hum in the background that she had her vibrator in bed with her, and that just turned me on more, causing my orgasm to flood over and through me in a garbled mess of words and soft moans. I tried to be as quiet as possible, but there’s only so much control one has …
    A few seconds later, Georgia got hers and, for a few quiet seconds we sat on the phone, listening to each other breathe.
    “I miss you,” I said again, for what would be one of a million times over the next several months.
    Panting, she answered back. “I miss you. I’ll see you soon and give you the R-rated version of what we just did.”
    I groaned playfully, stripping from my jeans and boxers under the blanket, needing to wash those as soon as possible, and reminding myself of proper road etiquette for situations like this—be prepared. This took me off guard, though. Rookie move.
    “See you in Oregon,” I said. “Goodnight.”
    “Night, babe. I love you.”
    “I love you.”
    When the line went silent, I took another deep breath, savoring the temporary relief my own hand would provide before the desire swept up again, like waves on high tide—back in as fast as they leave.
    A knock on the door separating our section from the back of the bus startled me—this wasn’t really a knocking type of crew.
    “Yeah?” I called.
    “It’s CJ, can I come in?”
    I scrunched my eyebrows. “Yeah …”
    A second later he burst into the “room,” all grins and bravado. “Thank God. I was wondering how long it would take you to polish one off.”
    “The fuck you talking about?” My cheeks heated, and I hoped the dusky light of sunset would hide my embarrassment. I’m not the showman CJ is.
    He waved his hand, giving my shoulder a hard clap before falling onto his own bed. “Come on, Regan. All low talking and whispers with Georgia? I know when to take a hint.”
    I grumbled, rolling over.