“Oh,” she says flatly, and he cringes. “One younger than you?” It is almost a warning. His first instinct is to lie, but she will know.
“No.” He comes clean.
“I see. Where did you meet her?” she asks stiffly.
“Work. She’s working on the movie,” Cole says.
Silence.
“Liv? Are you still there?”
“Yes, of course. I’m just surprised, that’s all. But it doesn’t matter. I know you have a high sex drive and if I’m not there, I can’t expect you to go unfulfilled. All new male Vampires feel what you are, but it’s worse for you because I am away so much.” She rationalizes it for him, and he wishes that she hadn’t. He wishes that she would yell and cry, and then he feels awful that he wants her to feel pain. He is so confused right now in his exhausted state.
“I need you,” he says again, hating the desperation in his voice. “I need you to come home.”
“I know, baby, I will be back soon. I have to see this through and then I’ll be home,” she soothes.
“I’m aching for you,” he says softly as he starts to ache again.
“Take your hand and pretend it’s mine,” she says. “Stroke yourself.”
“It’s not the same,” he complains, but he does it anyway.
“I know, but just picture me pleasing you.”
He can still see her in his head, smiling gently at him. “I need it wet,” he mumbles.
“There’s lotion in my bedside cabinet,” Liv says. “Use that.”
“So practical,” Cole says and chuckles as he leans over and grabs the bottle. He squirts it onto his hands and rubs them together and then he resumes his jerking off.
“Better?” she asks.
“Yes,” he says. “Tell me what you want to do to me.”
“I want to take you in my mouth and lick you and suck you until you are so hard,” she says, and he moans softly as he can almost feel her doing it. Cole turns onto his side as she continues to speak and he carries on with his hand, speeding up as she heats up the conversation.
“Feel me slide down your cock. Wet and ready for you,” Liv murmurs. “I want you inside me so I can ride you until you can’t hold on any longer.”
“Oh, Liv,” he cries out louder than he should have. “Oh, baby,” he says quieter.
“Take your other hand and gently squeeze your balls,” she says, and he does.
“Oh, God that feels good,” he says. “Fuck, I need you.”
“Keep stroking yourself,” she says, and he is seconds away from letting go. “Shit, Drake’s here, I have to go.”
Cole’s eyes fly open. “No!” he shouts. “Don’t go, Liv, please.”
“I’m sorry, my love, I’ve got to go. I’ll contact you later. Don’t stray too far from the house, I need a visualization to be able to reach you.”
His hand is still pumping away at himself, he can’t stop, but he doesn’t want her to go. “Stay, Liv, please,” he begs her.
“I love you,” she whispers and then he can’t see her in his head anymore. She’s gone.
“Liv?” he calls her, but she doesn’t answer. “Liv, I love you.” He groans loudly as he comes for the second time that night all over her side of the bed.
“Cole?” There’s knocking on the door. “You okay?” Devon pushes the door open and Cole sighs.