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Jokers Wild: Call Me

Lena Matthews

ISBN 1-59578-080-7

Jokers Wild: Call Me

Lena Matthews

Published 2005

ISBN 1-59578-080-7

Published by Liquid Silver Books, imprint of Atlantic Bridge Publishing, 10509

rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval

system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or

otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author.

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Cover Art

by Dawn Seewer

This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of

the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual

events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

DEDICATION

This book is dedicated to three wonderful people. To D. for taking my call and

putting up with my giggling in the name of research. To D.'s wonderful fiancé, my good

friend Kimberly and also to my loving husband Leo, for being understanding, supportive

and knowing how to take a joke. Thanks you three, you made writing this book fun.

Chapter 1

“Men suck.”

Yawning, the male voice on the other side of the line gave a soft raspy chuckle.

“Hello to you too, Kayla.”

“I just had the date from hell,” grumbled Kayla Martin. Then, as if she finally

realized what time it was, she said, “Were you sleeping?”

Dylan Thompson blinked several times to clear his head. Turning over, he glanced at

the clock on the VCR. It was only ten and he was already asleep. God, he was getting old.

Sitting up, he leaned back against the couch and looked at the papers laid out around him.

He was supposed to be working, but he had known that Kayla was going out on a date

and he wanted to be up to talk to her when she came home. Nothing was as amusing as a

recap of her dates.

“No, I was just finishing some last-minute work.” Running his hand through his

short brown hair, he shook his head to clear his mind.

“With your eyes closed.”

Dylan chuckled. She knew him so well.

“I was just resting my eyes.”

“Sure you were.” she laughed. “I’ll let you get back to it then.”

“No, I wanted to talk to you.”

“I don’t know, I feel awful.”

“Why?”

“Because I woke you up just to bitch at you.”

“That’s what friends are for and besides, if I don’t get my nightly dose of Kayla’s

Capers, my day would just be incomplete.” Sitting up on the couch, he pushed up and ran

his hand down his bare chest. “So what happened, Kay?”

“I’m going to die a virgin.”

“Highly unlikely, since you lost your virginity when you were seventeen.”

“Well it’s grown back or something,” Kayla replied nonchalantly. “I read that it can

happen. Born-again virgins or something like that.”

Dylan shook his head and smiled. Kayla was notorious for getting facts wrong,

which was highly amusing considering her genius-level IQ. “Did you read the entire

article or just the headline?”

“Umm, I don’t remember.” Kayla paused as if in thought. “But that’s beside the

point. This guy was a complete loser.”

“Kayla,” Dylan said. “You met him outside of court, what did you expect?”

“Lots of respectable men are at the courthouse.”

“Yes, those are lawyers and judges, not people holding up their hands saying ‘no

pictures, no comments’.”

Laughing, Kayla replied. “Shut up, he was not.”

Kayla’s snicker made him smile broader. Dylan loved the way she sounded when she

laughed. It was a dry, hoarse sound that you could tell came from her soul. It was just one

of the many things he liked about her; her voice, her laughter and her ability to make him

hard with just a sentence.

“That was low,” she said, once she got herself back together.

“In the five years that I’ve known you, have you ever had a good date?”

“Well… umm…”

Dylan could practically smell the smoke burning as she pondered her answer. “Yes,

October nineteenth, my date took me to Disneyland.”

“That was me, Kayla.”

“Yeah, it was great.”

“It wasn’t a date.”

“Sure it was. You paid and we had sex.”

Shocked, Dylan didn’t remember it that way. “We did not.”

“I had sex with someone. Oh wait, never mind, I remember now, I masturbated.

Sheesh, I’m depressed. The last time I can remember having sex was with myself.”

It was late, it was dark, and Kayla was talking about sex. Dylan couldn’t think of a

better way to spend the night.

“Do you want me to come up?” he asked, sliding his legs over the side of the couch.

Leaning over, he turned on the lamp and blinked several times, trying to get his eyes to

adjust to the light.

Sighing Kayla replied, “No, you have to get up early in the morning.”

“Well, I’m up now,” he said as he stood up. Stretching his long, lengthy frame,

Dylan ran his free hand through his hair again. Looking down, he noticed his normal

reaction to Kayla and sex in the same sentence, an erection. “In more ways than one I

might add, I think it’s because you said masturbation. So what…”

“Now Dylan, why do all of our late night…”

“Or early morning,” he interrupted. Kayla was a big fan of calling him, no matter

what time it was.

“Pardon me,” she chuckled. “Or early morning conversations have to end in…”

“So what are you wearing?” They both said at the same time. Smiling, Dylan walked

into the dark hallway and entered his kitchen. Without turning on the light, he opened the

refrigerator and rummaged through it, looking for a snack.

“And the answer is?” he asked, bending down, opening the fruit drawer and taking

out an apple. Taking a huge bite, he shut the door and headed back towards his living

room.

“Why?”

“You know why. I love your voice.” One of the many things, he thought, sitting back

down on the couch.

“You’re very strange,” she laughed. “Only you would think that my hoarse voice is

sexy.”

“I’m not strange.”

“I sound like I need a throat lozenge,” Kayla replied, laughing again.

“Oh no, it’s very sexy.” Just like the owner. Setting the apple on the table, Dylan

gave another huge stretch and let out a moan of despair when he realized just how awake

he was.

“I’m going to be up for hours now, thanks.”

Kayla’s voice was muffled and seemed as if it was in a tunnel. “What are you

doing?” Dylan asked.

“Sorry about that,” she said, coming on clearer. “I was pulling off my dress.”

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