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  • Music of the Heart(Runaway Train #1)(87) by Katie Ashley
  • I laughed. “Does that mean you like it?”

    “Oh f**k, Angel, I’ll explode before Friday.” He sucked in a ragged breath. “Are you still wearing it?”

    “Yes,” I replied warily. I had a feeling where this was going, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for it yet.

    “Wanna make love to me over the phone?”

    I snorted. “You mean, ‘Let’s have phone sex’.”

    “Anyone can make it sound dirty,” he teased.

    Fiddling with the lace on my garters, I asked, “Are you in your bedroom?”

    After I heard some muffled noises, Jake replied, “Yes, I’m in bed now—naked and hard as a f**king rock because of your pictures.”

    A thrill went over me at the image that formed in my mind. Closing my eyes, I focused on the familiar sight of his lean muscles, his tight abs and all his tattoos. When heat burned between my thighs, I got a little more courage. “Do you want me naked?”

    “Just your bra first.”

    I reached around and unhooked the snaps. Once it fell free, I fought the urge to cross my arms over my na**d chest.

    “Is it off?”

    “Yeah…”

    “Put me on speakerphone.”

    “Jeez, you sure are bossy,” I muttered as I put the phone on the bed and punched the button.

    “Cup your br**sts.” Just as I was told, I brought my hands to my chest. “Are your ni**les hard yet?”

    “No,” I murmured.

    “Pinch them.”

    Against my better judgment, I did as I was told. “Does it feel good?” Jake asked.

    “Yeah,” I murmured truthfully. Okay, maybe I could get into this a little bit.

    Jake’s long moan echoed throughout the room. “Oh baby, I wish I was there. I would have my mouth and hands all over your br**sts.”

    “I wish you were here too.” Biting my lip, I hesitated before I asked, “Are you touching yourself?”

    “Oh yeah. But I’m imagining it’s your hands on me or I’m sliding in and out of your warm mouth.”

    While slightly mortified by his dirty talk, a shudder went through me at his words. The dull ache between my legs began to grow. “Do you want me to take my panties off now?”

    “Mmm, yeah. But keep on the garters.”

    I slid off the thong and then buried myself under the covers. “Okay, I’m naked.”

    “Are you wet?”

    Warmth entered my cheeks as the reality crashed down on me again of what I’m doing. “Jake…”

    “Come on, Angel, tell me.”

    “Yes,” I whispered.

    “Mmm, I love how wet you get for me. Now stroke yourself nice and slow,” Jake ordered. Once again, I did as I was told. Closing my eyes, I pictured him and his delicious fingers touching and probing my center. “Now faster.” When I sped up my tempo, I couldn’t help gasping with pleasure. “Oh baby, that’s right. Let me hear you.”

    Even with the TV on, I still didn’t want to be too loud in case the boys came in. So instead, I bit down on my lip, stifling some of my cries. “You’re holding back,” Jake panted.

    “Yeah, well, I’ll let go if you let me hear you,” I countered breathlessly.

    At the sound of his grunts and groans, I felt myself building closer and closer to coming. “Oh Jake!” I cried as I went over the edge. Just as I started coming down, Jake’s breathing grew even more ragged. “Angel, oh f**k!”

    I lay there for a moment, trying to catch my breath. It was a few seconds before either of us spoke. “That was f**king fantastic!” Jake exclaimed.

    A giggle escaped my lips. “Yeah, it was. Now you’ve even taken my phone virginity.”

    “I love that you did that for me, Angel. But most of all, I love you.”

    My heart thumped wildly in my chest. “I love you too. I can’t wait to see you Friday.”

    “Will you promise to wear the lingerie under your clothes?”

    “Of course I will. I’d do anything for you.”

    “God, I love you, Angel.”

    “I love you more.”

    ***

    Chapter Twenty-Four

    Three days and two performances after my infamous phone call with Jake, I lounged in a giant hotel suite the label had provided for my brothers and me. I was counting the hours and minutes before I could see Jake again.

    At the sound of a Mariachi ring tone echoing through the room, I grinned and picked up my phone. “Hello, AJ, what’s shaking?”

    “Hola, Abuela, como estas?”

    My brows furrowed as I pulled the phone away to make sure it was really AJ. Then I replied in Spanish, “Um, I think you have the wrong number.”

    Still in Spanish, AJ replied, “Yeah, I got the right number. I just can’t speak freely at the moment. That’s why I’m talking in Spanish.”

    I gasped. “Is it Jake? Is something wrong?”

    He drew in a ragged breath. “He’s in bad shape, Angel. He’s totally shut down, and I don’t know what the hell to do.”

    “But why? What happened? I just talked to him last night.” My mind spun frantically as I tried to remember anything unusual about our conversation. He’d mentioned the nurse was worried Susan’s pneumonia might be getting worse, but Jake hadn’t told me much more.

    “The pneumonia took a greater toll on her system than the nurse and hospice people thought. She’s been practically comatose all day.”

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