| Straight: Celebrity: Seeing John 4: Island of Desiree 1 (1/7) |
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When my phone rang, I knew who it was already. It was Monday night, a little after midnight, and though I was already in bed, I opened my eyes and smiled as I turned on my side and clicked on. “Hey, Ace.” “Hey, Pix.” John’s voice purred. “How are ya feelin’?” I asked. “Sore.” The Tables Ladders and Chairs match grated my nerves. Even he looked worried on his first one, but now he was more confident. It was only his second, and I couldn’t hide my worry when he told me about it weeks before. I sighed. “Better sore than broken.” “Are you okay?” I managed a chuckle. “Yeah.” My exhaled but high pitched response brought a sigh from him. He recognized that sigh; it was my ‘I love you and I’m still worried, but okay’ sigh. “Aw, Pix.” He was quiet for a moment. “Guess what?” “You’re doing another one?” “No!” He laughed at that. “I don’t have to show up for work till Saturday. No appearances, nothin’.” My eyes widened at this. “Nothing? Why?” “It’s your birthday, Pix.” I smiled, exhaling dreamily as I laid flat on my back. “Oh, John.” “Get packed, baby, we’re outta there.” I sat up straight in the dark, my eyes wide with excitement. “Where are we going?” “Somewhere neither of us has ever been.” I I could hear that grin, and giggled excitedly. “No clues?” “I had to study up on it. And get your hair braided.” My brows raised at that. “Study? Wait--” “Hey—baby, I’m at the restaurant,” he said quickly. “Meeting the guys there. Talk to you tomorrow, k?” “John…” “I’ll email your ticket and send the schedule.” I heard a smooch over the phone, and a click. I couldn’t help but smile as I laid back down. Damned if the man wasn’t interesting. The next thing I knew I was on a plane to the Cayman Islands, then a smaller one to the Bracs. I was tingling with excitement from head to toe. As each leg of the trip unfolded before me, I saw more and more of civilization disappearing. What on earth were we doing? Where the hell were we going? When I landed, I stepped off the plane and saw John immediately. He was dressed in his usual, a t-shirt, cargo shorts and a baseball cap. He was already striding toward me as I came down the steps. I jumped the last two right into his arms. He kissed me, and my sighs turned into soft contented moans, my body melding to his. Dear God, I didn’t think I could miss someone so much. My legs wrapped around him and he caught them to hold them in a place with a moan. We came up for air, and he laughed, “Hey, you!” “Hey!” I scratched his scalp, and he closed his eyes briefly in pleasure. I ran my finger over the shell of his ear and said softly, “You wanna tell me what’s going on?” His eyes rolled again with pleasure and he gave that disarming lopsided smile. “You wanna be patient?” I chuckled sarcastically. “That’s a switch.” “There’s gonna be a lot of switching, |
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