Rhett (Rhett #1)(30)
Author: J.S. Cooper

“Driving home.”

“No bow-chicka-wow-wow tonight?”

“No.” I laughed. “Where’s Elliott?”

“He went home.” She sighed. “He was upset.”

“Why?”

“He thought we were being rude at dinner.” She paused. “And he wanted to stay over.”

“Stay over?” I frowned. “He wanted to spend the night?”

“Yeah.”

“What the f**k?” My voice rose.

“I said no, Rhett.” She spoke softly. “He said he wanted to watch a movie. No biggie.”

“He wanted to do more than watch a movie, trust me.” I pictured Elliott’s face and my fist hitting it.

“Well, he went home. And angry.”

“I’m sure he was more than angry.” I muttered. Dude most probably had blue balls.

“He said that he thinks we have a weird friendship.” She continued. “He said that he doesn’t think we should spend so much time together.”

“Really?” I spoke in a low tone, not wanting to show my anger.

“Yeah. So I told him I won’t go to the truck show with you. I’m going to come with him. Is that okay?” She sounded hesitant and it was all I could do to stop myself from shouting, “of course it’s not f**king okay.”

“Whatever.” I said finally.

“You know I would go with you normally.” She sighed. “I’m sorry, Rhett. I just don’t want him to think that I’m putting you over getting to know him better.”

“Heaven forbid.”

“Rhett.” She groaned. “Come on now.”

“It’s fine.” I pulled outside my house. “You know how I feel about it.”

“So we’ll see you there okay?”

“Fine.”

“I’m going to invite Penelope to come as well.”

“Oh great all my favorite people.” I rolled my eyes as I walked into my house.

“Stop.” She giggled.

“I’m stopping, trust me.” I walked into my bedroom and flopped down on the bed.

“What are you doing?” She asked me and I grinned to myself.

“You know when a girl asks you that question late at night, it’s like an invitation for phone sex.”

“Rhett.” She groaned and I laughed.

“It’s true.” I spoke in a deep voice. “What are you doing is the gateway word to getting naked and masturbating over the phone.”

“You’re gross.”

“It’s true.” I propped myself up on the bed. “You ask me what I’m doing, I say I’m playing with myself and then ask you what you’re wearing. Then you tell me a bra and panties and I groan into the phone and start playing with myself harder as I picture you in bed, with your hand down your panties.”

“You’re gross, Rhett.” She muttered. “I do not want to hear about your fantasies.”

“I don’t have any fantasy that involves you with your hand down your panties playing with yourself.” I whispered into the phone and stifled a groan as I pictured her on the bed. Shit, I thought to myself. Why did I bring this up? I was starting to feel hard and it was making me feel guilty.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that.” She giggled. “Cos my hand isn’t down my panties, it’s in my bra.”

“Clementine O’Hara.” My jaw dropped as she spoke. “I had no idea you were such a dirty girl.”

“There are many things you don’t know about me Rhett Madison.”

“So what are you wearing?” I whispered into the phone, unable to stop myself.

“I’m wearing my t-shirt and panties.” She laughed. “I’m getting into bed now.”

“So you really did take your bra off?” I whispered, picturing her snuggling up next to me, pushing her ass against me. I shifted in the bed as I thought about her next to me.

“Duh, I always take my bra off when I go to bed.” She yawned. “It’s not comfortable sleeping in a bra.”

“Yeah, I know.” I sighed as I pictured the quick glimpse I’d seen of her br**sts the other night. “Makes sense.” I muttered as I pulled my jeans down.

“It’s so constricting.” She sighed. “I wish they made bras that were more comfortable at night.”

“Why?” I closed my eyes and reached into my boxers. My hands found my c**k already semi-hard.

“Because wearing a bra at night helps to stop your br**sts from sagging. At least that’s what Penelope told me.”

“Oh yeah?” I spoke slowly as my hand moved up and down on my cock. I was barely listening to her as my hand moved. All I could think about was her lying next to me in bed and rubbing her ass over my c**k as I squeezed her tits.

“Yeah. I guess when you have larger boobs you gotta do everything you can to stop the sag.” She giggled and I groaned at the sound.

“Clementine.” I whispered into the phone. “This is not appropriate conversation.”

“I thought I could tell you anything, Rhett.”

“You can.” I whispered, imagining her lips on my cock.

“Don’t laugh, but Elliott asked if he could go down on me tonight.”

“What.” I froze mid-jerk and my eyes flew open. “Are you joking?”

“He said he wanted me to know what it felt like.” She whispered into the phone. “He was shocked no guy had ever eaten me out.”

“He’s a pervert.” I frowned into the phone. “What did you say?”

“I said no of course.” She mumbled. I knew she was blushing just from the sound of her voice.

“Good.”

“I was curious though.” She admitted.

“Curious?” I spoke deceptively low.

“Yeah, I wanted to know what it felt like.” She sighed. “What exactly he was going to do.”

“I can tell you if you want to know. You don’t have to let him do that.” My voice was rough.

“No.” Her voice rose. “That would be weird.”

“Why?” I asked softly.

“I don’t know. I mean yes, we’re best friends, but you’re a guy.”

“I can’t tell you about sex because I’m a guy?” I sounded annoyed. “Listen, it’s better to come from me.”

“What? Why?”

“Because you can trust me and I’m going to tell you the truth.”