Worth It (Damie)

Part 2

I'm sitting in a lounge chair by the pool when my phone goes off on the table beside me. "One Night" by Elvis plays, which means Dakota is calling. It's her special ringtone and our song. I answer it before the voicemail grabs it.

"Hey baby," I say.

She giggles first. "Hey handsome, what's up?"

"Sitting by the pool drinking Heineken, wishing I was watching you in your bikini."

"Thanks for the invite." She huffs.

"Thought you were having lunch with Blake? And you don't need an invitation, darlin'. How many times do I have to tell you that?"

"I know, I know. But yeah, we met up. Got caught by the paparazzi, of course."

I chuckle. "Good ole LA. Well, the night is young, come over. Drink with me, lay in my arms and watch the sunset."

She hums. "Baby, you don't know how good that sounds, but I'm having a girls night with Mom and Grams."

I smile, picturing the three of them drinking their wine and Dakota telling jokes to make them laugh. She makes me laugh every day— it's refreshing.

"Sounds fun," I tell her.

"So, I called to see what you're doing this weekend." I hear her take a gulp of a drink and I can't resist doing the same.

The beer fizzes on its way down. "You, all weekend long."

She snorts. "As lovely as that sounds, I have a proposition."

"Name it. You never disappoint."

"Dad wants me to come up to his place in Napa. He's been struggling since Grandpa passed, and I feel guilty for not spending enough time with him."

I nod although she can't see me. "I think you're too hard on yourself, but I understand."

"Will you come with? Pretty please?"

Her begging causes me to bite my lip, imagining her on her knees begging to be fucked. Which turns out to be a bad idea as I feel myself harden.

"Am I your Uber?"

I can practically hear her rolling her eyes. "Of course not. I just want to spend the weekend with my favorite men."

I smile to myself. "I would be honored to accompany you."

"Okay, great! We can head up tomorrow and come back Monday. Will that work?"

Her enthusiasm makes my heart skip a beat. "Yes, baby. Sounds good."

"You can drive my Porsche if you promise to behave."

"What?! Seriously, you'll let me?"

I'd been begging to drive it for months. She knows how to get me on my knees as well. Our unrelenting desire to please each other by any means is the most attractive quality I've ever shared with a person.

She laughs for a solid minute before answering. "I'm the best girlfriend, you don't have to tell me."

"I'm already thinking of ways to thank you."

She lowers her voice. "Maybe I'll wear your favorite teddy to bed."

My dick twitches. "The pink satin one with the little black lace things?"

She laughs again. "The very one."

"God, baby. Please come over. Wear it now."

She doesn't answer right away and I wonder if she's about to change her mind. I shake my leg restlessly to focus my energy elsewhere.