Mister Dick

“Complicated is what makes things interesting.” I heard her inhale and then exhale before she continued. “Look. Do you want to have sex with him?”

I hesitated.

“And be honest. This is Harm you’re talking to. I’ll know if you’re lying.”

“Yes. I want to have sex with him.”

“Do you want his heart? Do you want him to have yours?”

Jesus. Leave it to Harmony to cut right to it. “Like I said, it’s complicated.”

“No, Echo, actually, it’s not. Either you want him for sex and no strings, or you want all of him. Sex and his heart and mind. Thing is? Before you do any of that stuff, you need to know where his head’s at. Hell, if it’s just sex, then go for it. Think of how much you’ve both learned since he popped your cherry. Think about how good it will be. But if there’s a chance you want more than he does, you need to run far, far away. Because the thing about kryptonite? It will break you into little pieces and destroy you before you even know it’s happening.”

She was right. So damn right.

“What are you guys are doing out there at Live Oaks, anyway? With Zach?”

“Just some stuff in the studio. Nothing big or anything.” Harmony was the only person on the planet, other than Boyd and Zach, who knew I played.

“Well, that’s something, anyway. I’m glad. Am I going to be able to hear it?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Then what’s the point?” She swore. Loudly. “Why do you insist on hiding your light?”

“I don’t know,” I said angrily. “I was kinda hoping you’d be able to tell me, and then maybe I could figure this shit out.”

“I don’t need to tell you that, Echo. You know exactly what it is. What it’s always been. And until you deal with it, you’ll never get what you want. You’ll never be happy. Look. I have to go. The car service is going to be here in less than an hour to take me to the airport. I’m flying to Bora Bora for a few days. How long are you at Live Oaks?”

“Just till Monday morning. I’m heading back to the city. I have a photo shoot and some business meetings, and I promised Lyric I’d visit her in Boston for some event next weekend.”

“Oh, right. Me too. I’ll see you then. And Echo?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad you called.”

I smiled at that. “I’m glad Lyric added me back to your phone.”

“Little snake.” Harmony said goodbye and hung up, leaving me alone with my thoughts. It was now two thirty, and I was wired. I stripped off my clothes and headed for the shower. There I stood underneath the hot spray until my skin felt like it was on fire. I washed my hair, soaped my body, and rinsed off, my hands fluttering near the juncture of my legs.

I thought of Boyd across the hall and wondered if he slept naked. I thought of him naked with me. In me. The images in my mind were X-rated, and my breath caught at the back of my throat.

My fingers pressed deep inside my sex, and I began to slowly tease my already swollen clitoris. My other hand drifted upward, massaging my nipples as my hips began to move in tandem with my hand. The water fell over me, and I visualized Boyd. Visualized his hands on my body. His eyes watching me. His mouth on my pussy. His long, hard cock sliding into me.

“So. Fucking. Hot.”

My eyes flew open, and for a moment, I couldn’t see clearly because of the water and steam and the glass shower door. But then a figure slowly materialized in front of me. We were only separated by that thin sheet of glass, and his eyes ate up every inch of me as if he were starving. I didn’t wonder why he was standing there in his boxers. I didn’t ask how long either. I didn’t care. In fact, I relished it.

I looked at the raw desire on his face and propped up one of my legs, resting it on the marble bench so he could see everything. All that swollen, pink flesh.

My fingers increased their pressure.

The veins on his neck strained.

Deep inside, the pull began, its grip hard and sensuous.

Boyd’s hands fisted at his sides, and his boxers could barely contain his cock.