March (Calendar Girl #3) (6 page)

“Jesus
Christ
. Talk about pressure.” I nodded even though he couldn’t see me.

“Anyway, enough about my client. What about you? How’s your movie coming along?”

“Great actually. Gina is amazing in the role,” his voice sounded wistful, and my jealousy meter spiked. “She just
gets
the character so perfectly. I’m glad I went a different direction with the character.”

I bit down on my lip and held back the instant retort about how he replaced me with
her
, but knew it wouldn’t be fair. What he did, naming a character after me was honorable. Sweet even. It was a gift, and I needed to remember it as such and not taint it with the green-eyed monster. Besides, I had no claim on him, other than friends…with benefits. “So, you and Gina are getting along great, eh?” I rolled my eyes and attempted to keep my tone light.

“Yeah, she’s cool. Not as pretty as her namesake in the script though.” His tone was suggestive.

“Is that right?”

“It is.”

“But you’re having fun playing with her…I mean directing her.”

“Not as much as I’d like to
direct
you.”

“Oh, yeah? And what would you have me do?” Right then, the conversation took a different turn. One I’d never tried but was eager to explore.

I heard his tongue cluck as if he’d held it against the roof of his mouth and then let it go the moment I finished speaking.

“Well, first, I’d place my hands on your knees and
direct
you to open them, baring yourself. Do you remember doing that, Mia? I can still feel how hot and wet you were on my fingers.”

With my free hand I touched my kneecap and traced a small circle around it. “I remember. What next?”  

He groaned through the line, and I set the phone down for a second, grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it off in one quick sweep, tossing it across the room, and brought the phone back up to my ear. 

I caught Wes mid-sentence. “…my hands would slide down your legs, holding you open, just so I could look at you. Watch you get wetter. Then I’d take a finger and touch the very tip of your pretty clit. Would you like that, sweetheart?”

I bit down on my lip and moaned softly. “God, yes.”

“What are you wearing right now?” Wes asked.

“I took off my dress when you started talking, um, dirty to me. Now I’m lying on my bed, alone in the house, no one around, just you and me, in an emerald green bra and panties. What are you wearing?” I closed my eyes feeling dizzy and lightheaded. I couldn’t believe we were doing this, but damned if it wasn’t an incredible turn on.

Wes groaned through the line. “Just a pair of plaid pajama bottoms. You know the kind.”

Boy did I ever. Wes’s pajama bottoms were made of the softest cotton known to man. During my time with him, I loved pulling them on after sex or first thing in the morning. I even stole a pair. Not that I’d admit it.

“Are you hard, baby?” I tried out the endearment. It felt good on my tongue. Other things would feel better if he wasn’t two thousand miles away.

“Fucking hell. I’m so hard for you Mia, I’m seeping at the top.”

“Use your thumb, and rub it around the tip. You remember what it feels like to have my hand around your cock?”

“Fuck yeah, I do.”

“Do it. Close your eyes and run your hand up and down, slowly at first. Imagine it’s mine running up and down the long length. Use your thumb to rub the wetness around, along every groove, especially the part I’d swirl my tongue around. If I was there, I’d wet your entire dick licking all along the length before flicking the sensitive part under the crown with the tip of my tongue.”

Wes moaned through the connection. I could hear his breath coming and going in faster bursts of air. “What would you
direct
me to do?”

“Remove your panties,” he demanded. I shoved the green panties down and flung them aside with my foot. “You bare for me, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” I lifted my hips as if a phantom Wes was above me and I was attempting to touch my body with his.

“Cup your pussy just like I would do if I was there right now. I’d grip it hard, you know how I like it.”

“Possessive,” I barely got out as I tilted my head back doing as he asked. The pleasure was extreme, running through my entire body like a jolt of lightening.

“That’s right. I’d possess that sweet cunt. And while you rotated your hips around, trying to get relief, I’d press two fingers in at once. Follow my lead, Mia.”

I did as he asked, pressing two fingers deep into my sex. Ribbons of heat rippled through my womb, and over my stomach, and up to my chest where my breasts were full and heavy. The twin points were erect and scratching against the satin. Delectable. So good.

“Now, remember when I took control of that pussy when we were on your bike?” I groaned in reply, nonsensical moans leaving my lips as I recalled his thick fingers pressing in and out of me, hooking just right, pulling me up his body from behind by his hold on my most sensitive place. “Hook those fingers deep, sweetheart. Just like I would.”

I tried and failed. “Can’t reach. Need you,” I blew out a frustrated breath but continued working myself toward oblivion. In my mind we were back on that bike in Wes’s garage, his hand down my pants fucking me hard and deep just like he always did.

“You close, sweetheart?”

“Oh yeah, want you, Wes. Want you inside…”

A litany of curse words came through the line as his breathing sped up. Mine matched his as we pleasured ourselves, lost to the passion of remembering each other.

“If I was there, I’d press my fingers into that spot deep inside you and tickle you there. I’d bring my tongue into the mix, swirling around that cherry clit of yours. It would be bulging and stiff when I wrapped my lips around it and sucked you until your tight pussy clenched around my fingers and you came all over me.”

“Oh Wes, I’m gonna come, Baby. I’m gonna come so hard. I want you here…” I tilted my head back, every sense, neuron and pore concentrated on the pleasure between my thighs.

“I’m there, sweetheart. It’s my fingers in you. Now take your thumb and rub that clit. Fuck, I’m gonna come too, right now, with you. So good with you, Mia. Never better. Christ!” He roared through the phone. I did what he said, using the wetness from my center and swirled around my clit.

It was the push I needed. In a rush of energy and light I came, my body tightening, a cry escaping my lungs as if possessed, and wave after wave of white-hot pleasure shook me straight through to the core of my being. Through the phone, I could hear Wes crying out in his own release.

After several moments, we both came down. The only sound the two of us breathing rapidly.

“Mia,” Wes said in reverence. My name was a benediction on his tongue and I wanted to kiss it, soak in it, build my life around it.

“Damn Wes, you give good phone sex,” I said. He laughed. “You know I’ve never done that before,” I admitted.

“Really?” he sounded surprised or shocked. It made me sad that he was if the way he asked was any indication.

I sighed, pulled back the covers and crawled underneath them. It had been a long day, and after an orgasm like that, all I wanted to do was snuggle up to the man who’d given me said orgasm and fall asleep to the beat of his heart. “Yes, really,” I yawned and closed my eyes.

“I look forward to a repeat performance.”

Another yawn. “Me, too.”

“I miss you, Mia.”

I smiled and held the phone really close to my ear so I could hear every nuance of his breathing. It made me feel safe, as if he was right there next to me.

“I’ll always miss you, Wes,” I said sleepily already envisioning when I’d get to see him again.

“Sweet dreams…” was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep.

***

When I woke the next morning I still held the phone clutched in my hand. It was completely dead. I rolled over and stared at the ceiling thinking about last night. The entire day, to dinner, to phone sex with Wes was a rollercoaster ride. At least the end was satisfying. I wondered what Tony and Hector did and if they worked out their situation. Those two were definitely in love. The forever kind. Not the hot artist Frenchman you bang for a month and likely never see one another again kind. I did miss my Frenchman, though. I was grateful for Alec and what he’d brought to my life in the month we’d been together. Not only did we make beautiful art together, he taught me so much about myself, about love, and about life. I’d forever be grateful to Alec and the time we’d had. Maybe I could use what I learned from that experience to help Tony and Hector. In the end, love was love, and a person really didn’t get to choose who they fell in love with or how long that love would last. Since theirs was the forever kind, something had to give.

This is what I was pondering all through my shower, getting dressed and heading to the kitchen. I could already smell the eggs and bacon cooking. My stomach growled as I sat on the stool.

Renaldo looked over at me. “I believe your stomach is very happy to see me,
Si
?”

“
Si
! How are you this morning Renaldo?”

“Perfect as a peach, Ms. Mia. And you? You look as though you’d had a very good night’s rest.” His lips crooked at the edges, and he winked over his shoulder while turning the bacon.

“That I did,” I grinned thinking back to the call with Wes. Damn that man knew how to talk dirty. He’d had me so hot, I’d gone from zero to a million in a few short minutes. I was so sated I’d literally crashed with the phone at my ear. When I applied my makeup this morning I could still see the faint outlines of the phone against the side of my face. As soon as it was charged I’d have to send him a thank you note. Tell him how much I enjoyed our chat, and not just the sex. I enjoyed talking to Wes. It felt remarkably normal, like we’d always been friends or star-crossed lovers. Wes just made things easy. I hoped that it would stay that way for the rest of the year. Only time would tell.

Renaldo set a steaming hot plate of eggs, bacon, and fruit in front of me, and my mouth was full of food when Tony and Hector came into the room. Tony had his arm slung over Hector’s shoulders, a very satisfied look on his face. I pursed my lips and cocked my head. “Looks like I wasn’t the only one who had a good night.” Why the hell I said that, I didn’t know. Something about these two men had me spilling my guts. So unlike me.

Tony’s eyebrows went sky high as Hector pulled up a chair next to me. He put both elbows on the table and held his head in his hand. “Really? I’ll tell you all about my evening.” He grinned. “But you have to tell me why yours was so yippee Skippy seeing as we sent you off to come straight home from the restaurant?” I thought about it, shoveled in another bite of eggs, and then washed it down with a gulp of coffee.

“Deal.”

And that is how Hector and Tony found out about Wes.

C
HAPTER 6

“And you just left? That was cold, girl.” Hector snuffed indignantly, already ‘Team Wes’ before I ever even got a chance to explain the situation with my dad and the reason behind me being an escort in the first place. Men, I swear...sometimes they only hear what they want to hear. Doesn’t matter if they’re gay, they still have a missing gene that makes them lack an understanding of women and their motives.

I shook my head. “Hector, you don’t get it. I had to leave. Staying wasn’t an option.”

“Then you better explain it to me fast, missy. If my Tony left me high and dry, I’d be a wreck.”

“No, Wes and me, we’re not like that.”

“Oh yeah? What are you like?”

“We’re friends.”

“Friends who have phone sex? Friends who spend a month loving one another…”—I tried to interrupt but he threw up a hand cutting me off—“then begging the other one to stay with them…forever!”

Uggh. “He did not say that! Yes, he asked me to stay. Yes, I declined, even though I wanted to stay more than anything…but I just couldn’t!”

“Why?” he asked. Before I could respond, a clacking of heels on tile floor interrupted us both. I sucked in a full breath attempting too cool my jets as best as possible. It wouldn’t do to let the cat out of the bag to Tony’s sister. One of the people I was meant to mislead during this assignment.

“Hey guys! I’m so excited about going shopping today!” Angelina, the youngest of the sisters, though still two years older than Tony, entered the room. She hugged Hector then me. “My brother at work already?”

“Yes, he left about an hour or so ago. Would you like anything to drink or eat?” Hector offered.

“Nope, just ready to hit the shops! Mia, are you excited or what?”

I groaned then reached across the table and grabbed my purse. “Yeah, sure.”

“You don’t sound excited.” Angelina mumbled.

Hector chuckled and led Angelina by the elbow. “She doesn’t like to shop.” Angelina’s mouth dropped open and her eyes bugged out.

“Are you a girl?”

“Of course I’m a girl. Just not a girlie-girl. I get by just fine.”

Hector hummed. “Yes. The clothes she brought were all jeans, plain tank tops and concert t-shirts. Deplorable. Her pajamas are more stylish than her entire wardrobe.”

He was so right. “That’s because they were bought by Wes’s stylist,” I slipped and bit my lip.

“Wes? Who’s Wes?” Angelina’s eyes narrowed on me. She stopped and waited for my answer.

“Oh, just a friend. Gay BFF back home.” The lies spilled from my lips like vomit on a rug. Acidic, vile, and tasting pretty damn nasty.

“Uh huh. Okay.” She flipped her gorgeous long hair over one shoulder. “
Well, let’s get to it!” She led us out of the penthouse and to the elevator. Hector sent a disapproving glance my way, and I cringed and mouthed a “sorry” behind Angelina’s back.

***

Hector and Angelina had me locked in a dressing room at Gucci. They’d coerced me into trying on everything from dresses, to skirts, to jeans, and what I would call a mumu. Tasteful clothes with a style and flare I didn’t share. After every outfit I had to come out of the dressing room and model the clothes for them. As in, get up on a pedestal in front of the mirror wall from hell, while they dissected everything from the way a hemline fell to something called empire waist. They poked and prodded at me as if I was an animal in a cage. Arguably, the clothes they decided were must-haves did look good on me, but the entire process felt degrading.