Holiday Hideout (Polar Bear, Alaska)

“While we’re on the subject… I’m sorry for getting carried away.” My fingers fly over the screen of my phone.

I move away from the window and stretch out on the couch.

“No, it’s fine. I’m the one who got swept away by everything. I never should have kissed you,” she texts back.

I stare at the phone. How can this gorgeous woman think she did something wrong? “No, it was all me. You do something to me, Rachel. You make all my inhibitions disappear.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. You have to know the effect you have on me,” I text.

“I figured you’d have many women to choose from back in Hollywood.”

I laugh at how wrong she is. “Negative. Do you know how turned on I was in your Jeep?” My body heats, and all I hear is the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears.

“Are you turned on now?”

I read her text over and over, knowing exactly where I want this conversation to go. I tear my shirt over my head, tossing it on the floor.

“Very turned on,” I answer back.

And then I do something rash. I dial her number.

Ten

Rachel

* * *

Am I really doing this? I’m so turned on right now I can barely see straight. My father and sister both left for the evening, and I sit here, wondering how on earth this is happening.

When I rushed from his place the other day spouting out about laundry, I thought for sure Fender hated me for leaving. I got scared, and even now my nerves flutter throughout my system like a shockwave, making me tingle.

This is all my dreams come true, times ten.

“Hello,” I whisper.

“Rachel, just the sound of your voice has me harder than a rock.” He sucks in a deep breath. “Tell me you’re just as turned on.”

“I am.” An avalanche of passion barrels through me.

“What are you doing right now?”

“I’m lying on my bed. My free hand is tickling my stomach.” I move my free hand up and down my torso.

“What are you wearing?”

I’ve never had phone sex in my life, and just the thought of Fender turned on has my insides turning to molten lava.

“I’m just wearing a long t-shirt and panties.”

“Do you know what I would do to you right now if you were here?”

I close my eyes. What am I doing? Is this really happening?

His words ring in my ears, “Do you know what I would do to you right now if you were here?”

“What would you do?” I ask him.

He breathes in deep. His voice is low, controlled, with a hint of huskiness that turns me on even more. It’s the same voice he used in the Jeep earlier tonight. “First, I’d remove that shirt and lick a path down your body.”

I imagine him doing just those things. “All the way down?”

“Fuck, yeah. Then I’d kiss you, Rachel, the same way I kissed you tonight in your Jeep. I’d kiss the ever-loving fuck out of you. I’d show you who you belong to.”

“To you?”

“Yes, to me. Are you touching yourself?”

I run my hand down my stomach, dipping underneath the waistband of my panties. I rub my finger through my wetness, putting pressure on my clit. “Yes.”

“I’m stroking my hard cock just for you. Do you know how hard you make me?”

“No.”

“Harder than I’ve ever been.”

“Really?”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since you dropped me off.”

“Same,” I say, breathing into the phone.

Images slam into my mind as I visualize Fender lying on the bed, stroking himself.

“Imagine I’m the one slipping my fingers inside you. I want to feel how wet you are.”

“I’m soaked.”

“When I get you alone, I’m going to take my time with you. I’ll fuck you nice and slow, making sure I show you how deep I can go.”

I can barely think straight, and I rub faster, imagining Fender’s fingers are the one bringing me so close to an orgasm. “Fender,” I moan.

“Tell me you’d let me pound your pussy as deep as I can go.”

“Yes, yes.” And a million more. I wouldn’t be able to get enough of him. I’d never want him to leave. My mind spirals out of control as image after image of what Fender could do to me plays like a movie.

“You’re going to make me come so fucking hard.”

“Yes, Fender.” I bite my lip. “I’m so close.”

“Do it. Come for me. Let me hear you.”

My body arches, my orgasm coming out of nowhere, blindsiding me. “I’m coming.” I feel so carefree at this moment. I feel like I’m floating on a cloud. Breathless, I keep rubbing myself as the last few waves of my orgasm subside.

Fender’s husky voice groans through the phone. “I’m going to come for you, Rachel. Just for you.” He groans louder as his orgasm barrels through him.

It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, and I memorize the sound.