24. Will

Chapter 24

Will

Picking Callie back up, I need to feel her body against mine. Her legs wrap around my waist and with one arm holding her up steady, I cradle her head with the other to bring her back in to kiss her.

Everything that’s happened so far has been beyond incredible. I’m not surprised at our chemistry or the fact that Callie loves to talk in bed, but what does get me is how beyond amazing it is to kiss her. Something about her lips on mine feels so incredibly right and not friendly in the fucking slightest.

Holding her close, I kiss her harder. If “friends” hasn’t been kissed out of her vocabulary yet, then it’s about to be.

With our lips melding together, Callie lets out a little whimper then adjusts her hips. My eager girl.

Sitting back, I admire her for a second and since she likes to talk so much, I’m going to tell her every thought I have while looking at her. “Shit, Blaze.” My hand grabs her chin and my thumb brushes over her swollen lips. “These lips. Kissing you feels like a damn wildfire. So extremely hot, but I’ll gladly suffocate in them.”

“I thought I told you we don’t joke about fire safety.” Callie smirks for a moment then pulls my thumb in her mouth to suck on it.

“Oh, baby, I don’t ever want to put out your fire. I want to ignite it.” Pulling my hand away, I fist my cock and drag my eyes all the way down her body to her perfect cunt. I watch as I take the tip of my cock and slide it up and down from her clit and through her folds, teasing her.

“And this is how I’m going to do just that.”

Still sliding my cock up and down, Callie moans as her eyes fall shut.

“Callie, look at us,” I demand, and her eyes fly open, but she looks at me first. “Not what I said, baby. Look. At. Us.”

I circle my tip around her clit and a little whimper escapes her. She’s been way too quiet for my liking—it’s almost like she’s holding back despite all the confidence she had earlier.

“Tell me, what do you see.” Callie groans when I repeat the small circling again. “I want to hear you.”

“Fuck, Will. I-I…” Callie’s breathing starts to get sporadic. She’s close again, I can feel it and I don’t think it’s from my dick teasing her. No, I think it’s the communication.

Callie swallows and lets out a low moan. “I see this guy I really fucking like about to take his incredible cock and put it inside of me”—Callie cuts her eyes up to me now—“and if he doesn’t do it soon, I’m going to ignite this fire myself.”

I can’t fight the tug of my lips. There she is. She might still be holding back a little but I’ll fix that. Any doubt anyone ever placed on Callie speaking her mind is about to be erased. In the bed or out of it.

“Should I?” I motion toward her dresser where she mentioned the condoms would be. I know she said she was covered, and I know I’m good too, but I’m not one of those assholes who thinks they’re too good for condoms. But if she is okay with bare, I’d love nothing more.

Callie pulls her lips together for a moment while she thinks. I love watching her work through things. I can see her considering all the possible options in her eyes.

Finally letting her lips go she reaches up to pull me to her. “No, I trust you.”

I can’t help the smile, I fucking trust her too. Lowering on top of her I kiss her again and she hooks her legs around me.

Callie moans my name and her nails dig into my back as I slowly push in her. Her back arches and I move down kissing her neck while palming her breasts.

“Fuck, Callie.” She feels so fucking good. I’m riding the edge of losing it already just from entering her. I never really thought about the idea that someone could be made for you, but hell, Callie was fucking made for me. In more ways than one.

Callie’s nails claw down my back. “Please move. Fuck, I need you to move.”

Following her request, I pick up my speed happily. “Tell me what you need, Blaze.”

“Will,” she moans. “This. I fucking want this.”

My thrusts start to teeter the line of manic because I can’t control myself. “I said need, Callie. Tell me what you fucking need.”

Sitting back again I pull her ankles up to my shoulders, then lean down slightly, deepening the angle. Callie’s back arches and her arms reach for my biceps. “Fuck, Will. I need you. All I’ve ever needed is you.”

Careful to keep my pace I grip her chin and force her to look at me. “You’ve got me. I’m yours. Now show me how you’re mine by coming on my cock. Sear me with your flames, Blaze.”

Her eyes roll back and I take the opportunity to pick it up, going harder and faster. Words now seem to be lost to her, but she’s not quiet either and with every little moan, whimper, scream out of her I’m getting closer.

“God, yes, Callie, let me hear you.”

“I’m. So. Close,” she grunts out in between thrusts.

“Give it to me, Callie, I promise I’ll be right there with you.” Her pussy tightens around me and that nearly does me in, but I can’t until she does first. Leaning down I whisper in her ear, “I’ll always be right there with you, baby.”

And like that, Callie screams out my name and we’re both falling. I might not know where the extent of us will go, but so far my only thought has been how will I ever be strong enough to let this go?

Sunlight streams in through the window curtains in Callie’s room. The light was enough to wake me up about ten minutes ago, but I couldn’t bring myself to get out of this bed. The sunlight now radiates off Callie’s red hair giving it an almost golden tint.

Her head rests against my bare chest and her legs are tangled in mine. After round one we made our way to her shower to clean up. And while I was a perfect gentleman in her tiny shower, she threw my sweatshirt on after drying off and the gentleman left my body.

I had her ride me after sitting on my face—with my clothes on her, of course. It was fucking awesome.

We both passed out after that one, but now as she clings to me I want nothing more than to roll her over and wake her up with my head back in between her thighs. But I’m not entirely sure how she’s going to feel about us today.

I know we both said we couldn’t do a fling, but her job’s at stake. And depending on how much weight Olsson holds on this rule, the no-trade clause might not be the only thing I lose.

Although, part of me screams that this girl is worth the fucking risk. It’s going to be really hard to not walk up to Olsson today at the training facility and tell him, "I don't care about this stupid rule,” but I know this job means a lot to her and I can’t put that pressure on her. So, I’m working one day at a time here, might as well make it worth it.

Slowly maneuvering out of her hold, I scoot the pillow closer to rest her head on. She stirs for a moment but as I brush her hair back she sighs and falls back asleep.

Picking up my jeans I make my way out to her kitchen before pulling them on to start a pot of hot water for some tea.

When Callie still hasn’t stirred by the time I put the tea bags in I decide to head over to my place to brush my teeth and change. The thought of leaving a note did occur to me, but with no pen or paper in sight, I decide I’ll be fast. Even if she gets up, I’ll be right back.

Moving as quickly as possible I make it back out of my apartment with the only thought being to get back to Callie.

“Will,” Adam hollers from the end of the hall.

Fuck.

Walking toward me I’m at least grateful he called before I turned toward Callie’s door. At this point it just looks like I’m going out.

“Hey, how’s the head? I thought for sure you’d be out until at least noon.” I try to play it cool, but I’m fucking sweating.

“Oh, come on, have a little more faith in me. Nothing some heavy aspirin and water can’t fix. I was actually heading down for a light run, wanna join?”

“Light?”

“I said have a little faith, not mountains of it. But you’re fine, so you should come down with me.”

Nope, no way. Not happening.

“Sorry, count me out for today.”

Adam pinches his eyebrows as he looks at me. “Are you not wearing any shoes? What are you doing anyway?”

Shit, shit, shit.

“Oh, I was just headed to check my mail.” It’s the only excuse I can possibly think of, not that it doesn’t come off fucking weird that I wouldn’t put shoes on to go into the lobby but I’m just praying for this conversation to end.

“Right, so put your running shoes on and you can check that after.”

“Dude, come on, I don?—”

“Do you have somewhere better to be, Anderson?” Adam clips.

Yeah, back in your sister’s bed.

Well, that’s definitely one way for me to get punched first thing in the morning. But really, I just want to spend time with Callie and I can’t fucking say that.

Great, I’ve gone from not being able to tell Callie how I feel about her to not being able to tell anyone else.

“Fine, I’ll join. But I’m not running anything over three miles.”

“Whatever you say.”

Slightly cursing this whole situation, I go grab my shoes. Then curse out loud when I realize that my phone's back at Callie’s place so not only will she wake up alone, she’ll have no explanation for where I went.

Maybe she’ll take me leaving my stuff behind as some context clues that I didn’t intend on abandoning her this morning, but I still feel like shit. This is not how I wanted today to go. If I can get my miles in fast I might be able to salvage this disaster of a morning and get a couple hours in with her before I have to be at the training facility.

Making it down to the gym in our complex I fly through the stretches and warmups. I just want to get these miles in and get out of here.

“Dude, where’s the fire?” Adam asks as I jump on the treadmill.

Upstairs, in my clothes. “I just want to get this run in so I can get back—” I stop myself immediately. Fuck, I just started talking and didn’t think about what I was saying.

“Back to?”

Shit, shit, shit.

“Just back to my place. After dealing with you drunk idiots last night, can you blame me for wanting to relax a little?”

I turn up my speed hoping that will be the end of it, but it’s Adam, so of course it’s not.

“Nah, I don’t blame you, but just find it odd how much you’re rushing this,” Adam says. “I don’t know, it just seems like you’re trying really hard to get back to something…or should I say, someon e?”

Oh, fuck, he knows. He has to know. Slowing my speed back down, I at least want to be off this thing if he decks me.

“Listen, it’s not?—”

“Hey, Callie!” Adam yells, cutting me off.

Following his eyes, I find Callie walking toward us with this deer in headlights look on her face.

I’m having very mixed emotions at this moment because she looks incredible. With skintight black leggings and a matching sports bra, fuck, I’m getting a semi just looking at her. But then there’s the glaring issue that we slept together last night, and I essentially ditched her with no explanation. And now she finds me running with her brother.

“Hey,” she says, her voice falling just short of a whisper.

I need to talk to her.

Adam goes to her side and hooks his arm around her shoulder. “Did you get any sleep last night? Will here was just about to tell me about the girl he hooked up with last night.”

“ What? ” Callie shrieks.

“I was not!” Oh God, shoot me now.

“Then why in the hell are you trying to rush out of here?”

Okay, on one hand this at least tells me he doesn’t know about me and Callie. It’s fucking awkward, but he doesn’t know and now I might be able to clear things up with Callie.

“Because you cornered me in the hallway and forced me to come work out. You’re supposed to be hungover.”

I try not to put all my attention on Callie’s reaction to avoid looking suspicious, but I can’t help but hold my breath until I see her shoulders drop and her features relaxing a little bit.

Adam simply waves off my response. “You’re being dramatic. I don’t care what you said, we're running at least five if you don’t have anyone to get back to.”

This fucker.

“Okay, well who won’t be running any miles is me. I came down for the yoga class, needed to work out some tension.” Callie gives me a small smirk. “But I’ll leave you two to it.”

Her voice sounds lighter now, and while this isn’t how I wanted this morning to go, at least she knows that I didn’t willingly leave her this morning.

“How long is your class?” I ask in what I hope is in a normal tone and not sounding super desperate.

“I think about an hour.” She shrugs.

An hour, okay, I can do five miles in an hour. I think.

I attempt it, at least. I fucking push as hard as I can because the moment, the very second I hit five, I’m done. Callie’s class ends five minutes early as I’m just short of five when she gives me and Adam a little wave when she walks by.

Pouring sweat, I’m nearly dying from going full throttle from the very start, but as my distance reads 5.0 miles, I’m done.

I heave heavily, as I slow my speed down. “Alright, I’m done.”

“Jesus, man, if you didn’t want to run that bad, you could have just said so.” There’s a dose of sarcasm in his voice that I don’t care to entertain.

“Fuck you,” I huff and walk out with my hands folded over my head. I swear if my ears weren’t ringing, I’d heard Adam laughing at me.

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