Dean (Face-Off 6)
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“I miss you,” he says.
“I miss you, too. More than you know.”
“This is getting hard with us living in different cities and on different schedules.” He sounds somewhat deflated. “You would love my new condo. It has a view of the city and is close to all of the restaurants you like.”
“I can’t wait to see it.”
“I need to see you.” Dean sighs. “Just hearing your voice is making me hard. Fly out here for the weekend, or I can come to Chicago.”
“Were you joking about being hard?”
“No. I wish you were here to take care of me.”
“Are you still at the strip club?”
“In the parking lot.”
“Gross.” I chuckle. “Call me when you get home, and I’ll talk you through your problem.”
“Phone sex,” he beams, “now we’re talking, Kitten. You should FaceTime me so I can jerk off to your tits. I swear they’re getting bigger.”
Because I’m pregnant…
I laugh at his comment. “Hello, Dirty Dean.”
“What? I’m a man, and I love your tits. They’re fucking perfect. Like you.”
“In some strange way, this conversation is making me miss you even more.”
He breathes into the phone. “I miss us and the way things were when we were in college. Life was so much simpler back then.”
“Being an adult sucks ass.”
“Tell me about it. Try playing for a team that has a captain that hates your guts.”
“No one hates you. Stop being so dramatic.”
“I’m serious. It’s not like playing for the Senators.”
“Back then, you were a big fish in a little pond. Now, you’re a little fish in an ocean. You have to earn the respect of the older players. They won’t hand it to you. Give it time. Even Duke, if you can believe it, had issues with his teammates his rookie year. Hang in there and things will work out. Once they see how talented you are, they won’t hassle you as much.”
“Thanks, Kitten.” He pauses for a second. “Now, how about that phone sex?”
“Call me when you get home, and you can get me off, too.”
“Good thing I only live five minutes away from here.”
“Be careful, please. I know you were drinking. Drive safe.”
“Yes, Mom,” he deadpans.
I laugh at his stupidity. “Call me when you’re in bed and ready for me.”
“I will. Don’t fall asleep.”
“I promise.”
A few seconds later, we hang up. My heart races all over again. Tonight, we can be our old selves, but when I get the results from the doctor, everything will change.