Page 148 of Right Man, Right Time
Ollie:Yes, call anytime.
Silas:Thanks.
Ollie:Can I tell you something?
Silas:Yes.
Ollie:You have the nicest cock I’ve ever seen, and I’ve watched a lot of porn.
Silas:LOL.
Ollie:Seriously, I dream about it. I want my mouth on it again.
Silas:Babe, you’re going to make me hard on the plane.
Ollie:I’m just telling you the truth. I loved every second of sucking your dick, and I want to do it again.
Silas:Christ.
Ollie:Miss you already.
Silas:Miss you.
* * *
Silas:Finally in our hotel.
Ollie:Call me whenever, just in my room.
I’ve thought about this conversation all night and what he might say, what we might talk about. I’ve even tried to figure out what I should wear, which seems so stupid because it’s a phone conversation, but I feel nervous.
I decided to opt for his sweatshirt and keep things the way he left me, but I’m cuddled into the weighted blanket he gave me, surrounded by the scent of his cologne.
My phone rings, and I quickly answer it, holding it in front of me.
His handsome face appears, and I feel everything in my body relax.
“Hey,” I say softly.
“Hey, babe,” he says as he lies on his hotel pillow.
“How was the flight?”
“Fine.”
“Where are you right now?”
“Las Vegas,” he answers.
“Ooo, are the boys headed out on the town?”
“Probably some of the guys. Most of us are tucked into our rooms.”
“Run across any women trying to claw their way into your bed?”
“There were some in the lobby, but security doesn’t let them up. You need a key card to get up to the rooms. And you realize you don’t have to worry about that with me.”
“I know,” I answer. “I just find the whole thing fascinating. Life of a professional athlete, it’s a different world.” I pause and say, “Hey, that might be a good article to write. Would you mind that? If I wrote about your general grind and commitment to play your sport?”
