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Reno?”
    “Indy…”
    “Where is she? Where’s your woman?”
    Reno glanced over at the dark house and blew out a
breath. “She’s not my woman, and she’s inside, asleep.”
    She made a sound, as if she didn’t believe a word he
spoke. “Where are you?”
    “My car. In the driveway.”
    He heard her swallow. “Why?”
    “Was gonna drive over to
your place. Pound on the door.”
    They lapsed into silence, and this time Reno didn’t
worry she’d hang up in his ear. He listened to her breathe, a stolen moment he
wanted to keep always.
    “What do you want from me, Reno?”
    What did he want? Reno had to allow a stiff smile at
that. He wanted so many things, too innumerable to mention. “I want back in
your bed. I want you to make me feel like you used to. To own me like you once
did. I want you to want to.”
    Indy’s breath shuddered in his ear. “You
conveniently forget the woman already filling your bed. I’m not about to be
that person. I’m not about to step in where there’s no space for me.”
    “Indy.” Reno groaned. “Don’t you fucking get it?
I’ll always be yours, and you’ll always be the one.” He took his time speaking
the words so she’d really hear him, and she’d understand. “I don’t—what I feel
for you, it’s untouchable. Unshakeable, despite the number
of times you tried otherwise.”
    She remained quiet, and he pushed further.
    “I miss you. Three hundred and seventy five days.”
    “What?”
    “That’s how long we’ve been apart,” Reno said
softly. “That’s how long it’s been since I touched your brown skin, since you
kissed me on the back of my neck.”
    “Don’t.”
    “Do you remember the last time we made love?” he
asked. “You didn’t consider it making love, did you? Because if you did, you’d
have to admit you feel something other than lust for me.”
    “I don’t have feelings for you.”
    The weak denial didn’t warrant a response. “You had
me on my knees between your legs, do you remember?” He palmed his stiffening
cock through his jeans. “You know how much I love that, eating your pussy,
rubbing my face in your juices, and you had me on my knees until my jaw ached,
until my knees cramped.” And he hadn’t complained, because he’d loved every
second of it.
    “You were so wet,” he said, squeezing his erection.
“Love when you get like that. Like a fucking slip and slide, that pussy.” He
closed his eyes on a shudder. “Do you remember? Tell me you remember.”
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    His pulse skipped when he heard her tone. Aroused. She was fucking aroused. “I bet you’re all kinds of
wet, right now, aren’t you?” He didn’t wait for her to answer. “Touch yourself.
Do it.”
    He expected resistance; he expected denials. What he
didn’t expect was Indy’s soft cry in his ear, needy and wanton.
    “Oh, God.”
    Shit. He
quickly unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock free. “I’m touching myself,” he said. “Got my cock in my hand, right here. All for you. Got me needing you something fierce, wishing I
could be there, drop between your thighs and feed my cock into you.” He pumped
his shaft, hips lifting to drive into his fist. “Nice and slow like you like,
fill you up. Top to bottom.”
    “Ah, God.” Her
voice quivered. “I can’t. Don’t fucking do this to
me.”
    He swallowed a groan. “I’ll do this and more,
because you want it—” He dropped his voice an octave. “And because you need
it.”
    She inhaled.
    “Now three fingers, fill that pussy up.”
    Indy moaned, the sweetest sound, like victory how it
washed over him. “Oh. Oh God. That’s—shit, it’s so good.”
    “It’s better than good.” Reno grinned. “You feel how
tight that cunt is, huh? Do you feel how wet you get? Fuck yourself, pretend
those are my fingers and fuck yourself on them.” He
pushed his jeans lower down his legs and pumped his cock. Pre-cum slicked him,
and he pressed his thumb into the slit, the