36. Will
Chapter 36
Will
Going out wasn’t exactly at the top of my list of things to do tonight, but when the guys said it would be lowkey and Callie agreed to come along, I figured it couldn’t be that bad. That was until Callie strolled into the bar wearing a sexy black, long sleeve dress that fit her too damn well, and boots that go all the way to her thighs.
I’ve been able to keep my composure in public for months. I’ve wanted to lose my cool on some of the guys who hit on her before, but I trust her and I’m always close by in case the assholes don’t get the hint.
But this is pure fucking torture. I’m going to lose my mind. I can’t touch her. I can’t make every fucker in here so insanely jealous by having her on my arm. I clench my fist to keep the tension at bay.
“Hey, guys,” Callie greets the table. “I brought Reagan and Lucie, who are Will’s sisters. And this is Jensen, she’s a new friend of mine who works at the wine bar around the corner.”
I’m not sure who everyone is looking at—and if it’s one of my sisters, I don’t want to fucking know—but I swear the whole group does a collective gulp.
When none of us say anything, Callie tilts her head. “Guys?”
“Right.” Adam shakes out of his trance first. Again, I don’t want to know who. “I’m Callie’s brother, Adam. Jensen, this is Will. Then we got Beck and Tripp. We should have enough seats, but I’d recommend going up to the bar first if you want a drink.”
Callie looks back to my sisters and Jensen. “Okay, we’ll be back.”
When they get far enough away Beck clears his throat. “Um, as someone who is not related to any of them, I feel it’s safest for me to say, holy fuck. ”
“I second that statement. I mean, did you see—” Tripp starts, but I cut him off.
“I’m going to go ahead and stop you. If it’s about either of our sisters, keep it to your fucking self.” The statement comes off as concern for Adam, but that’s just my cover. I will not do well if he starts talking about my Callie.
“Yeah, I think it’s best we all just move on from that moment completely,” Adam adds.
Not able to help myself I look toward the bar seeing Callie in the little dress again. Fuck me . Her eyes find me and she winks before turning her attention back to the bar.
“Agreed,” I grunt, coming back to reality. “Let’s talk about literally anything else.”
Our table goes silent again with this awkward tension filling the air.
“So…” Beck starts, but nothing follows it, so he just starts picking at the label on his beer.
The silence continues and it’s borderline uncomfortable.
Tripp takes a drink of his beer then sighs. “Can we just talk about?—”
In unison, Adam, Beck, and I all cut him off with a resounding, “No.”
We remain in our awkward silence for what feels like several minutes until the girls finally come back. Callie takes the seat in between me and Adam. My sisters take the end seats and Jensen across from Callie in the middle of Beck and Tripp.
“So, Beck, are we rematching on pool tonight?” Callie asks.
Beck finishes off his beer with a sigh. “Oh, hell yeah. Let’s make it interesting, though.”
“Oh?” Callie shuffles in her chair and crosses her legs.
I know it’s risky, but her leg is pretty hidden under the table, and I’ll seek out any contact I can get. Leaning up, I rest my hand on her knee and a slight smile comes to her face.
“How do you feel about teams, Callie Bear?” Beck sits back in his chair. “Are you as strong when you’re not playing one-on-one?”
Callie rolls her eyes. “I’m pretty strong, I don’t mind carrying the weight. I’ll still kick your ass.”
I squeeze her leg because if anyone is going to be her partner it’s me. And somehow, I’m sure Beck has a plan to make that happen. As flirty as Beck is with Callie, he’s had our backs since he found out.
“Alright.” Beck claps. “Who’s in? We could go full tourney style.”
“I’m in,” I say.
“Me too,” my sisters say at the same time. I shoot them both thankful looks, I didn’t even have to ask they just followed my lead.
And with Jensen joining next, it’s not exactly surprising that Adam and Tripp follow.
Beck shoots a quick look around the table and pauses on Callie for a second. “Okay, ladies, since you are always right…look to your right, and you’ve got your teammate.”
Callie turns her head to her right and looks right at me with a smile. “How are your pool skills, partner?”
Beck’s the wingman of the century.
Abandoning our table, we all head over to the pool tables. Callie and I play against Reagan and Tripp first, while Beck and Jensen play Adam and Lucie at the table next to us.
While I’m not terrible at pool, Callie’s amazing at it, so we beat Reagan and Tripp pretty quickly. Granted, it also had to do with the fact that Reagan and Tripp were quite possibly the worst pairing out of our whole group. The two are practically the same person. However, I’ve noticed Reagan missing some pretty easy shots.
Beck and Jensen take the win on their table and when Beck suggests that the losers can play each other, my sisters shrug.
“Or we could just go back to the table and drink?” Reagan says.
Lucie hooks her arm around Reagan. “Oh, I would love a giant pizza. Adam, Tripp, you guys coming?”
Tripp has this dumbass look on his face and I can already tell it’s going to be some playboy pick up line. “With you, angel? Absolutely.”
I don’t even bother saying anything because Reagan laughs. “Yeah, listen, call me when you have a vagina, and we’ll talk.”
Adam claps Tripp’s shoulder as he registers my sister’s implication. “He acts like he has one sometimes. Does that count?”
All in complete unison the girls say, “No.”
When the other’s walk off, Beck laughs. “I thought I was the only member of Team Will and Callie, but it seems you guys might have a fan club.”
My phone vibrates in my pocket and Callie reaches for her as well, so I already know what group message it’s from.
When Will Finally Dates Callie.
Reagan
Not to be dramatic but the sacrifice we just made needs to be noted.
Lucie
Our old table was taken so we grabbed a new one as far away as possible. You guys are completely out of eyesight.
Callie shoves her phone back in her small bag and laughs as I immediately pull her to me. Her back rests against my chest and I kiss the back of her head. “You ready to win, Blaze?”
“They don’t stand a chance.” Callie looks back at me with a smile and I place a quick kiss to her lips.
“Okay, guys, don’t go too crazy. Social media is still a thing.” Beck laughs then turns to Jensen. “Jenni-cakes, rack ‘em up!”
I have sisters, so I’ve seen a million eye rolls. I’ve never seen someone’s eyes roll as hard as Jensen’s do toward Beck just now.
“Did you see that?” Callie snorts a small laugh.
I pull her tighter to me. “Stay close, the temperature in here just got a lot colder.”
At the start of the game, Callie has a great break and gets us a good lead, but after a while Beck catches them back up. I stand off to the side as it’s Callie’s turn at the eight-ball, and Beck practically hovers over her.
“You’re much better than that dick I helped her escape from,” Jensen says as she comes up next to me. “But your friend is annoying as shit.”
I laugh. “Hey, I got to give him credit. He’s covered for us quite a bit. Don’t write him off so quickly.”
Jensen hums. “Have you tried slipping him a Xanax? Does it calm him down any?”
“Damn it, Callie!” Beck shouts and throws his hands up as Callie sinks the eight-ball and wins us the game.
I go to take a step toward her but before I can make it Adam comes back over.
“My sister kick your ass again, Daines?”
“I swear she cheats.” Beck shakes his head.
Callie shoots a quick smile my way before turning back to her brother with a shrug. “Will and I just make a good team.”
After a few more rounds of drinks and some pizza we call it a night. Lucie and Reagan aren’t super drunk, but I don’t feel comfortable having them drive. So I tell them to crash at my apartment. Fuck knows I won’t be there.
Given that I was technically the designated driver again, I drove all of the guys here. Adam, thankfully, stopped drinking after two beers hours ago, so he drives Jensen home and my sisters and Callie back to our complex. I have the displeasure of delaying my night with Callie to drop Tripp and Beck off.
The speed limit might have been pushed a bit on my way back to my place. Walking down the hall I take a glance back just to be sure and immediately pass my apartment door. I know my sisters will make themselves at home, and after looking at Callie all night, my mind is on a one-way track. I’m getting really tired of pretending that I don’t worship every move she makes. If we can’t convince Olsson our relationship won’t be a problem soon, I might lose my damn mind. A whole new take on this “we won’t be a problem” idea.
Reaching for her doorknob, I’m not at all surprised that it’s unlocked. What I am surprised by is opening the door to find Callie no longer in her black dress.
Closing and locking the door behind me I’m damn near tempted to fall on my knees. Callie sits leaned back in one of her dining table chairs, her red hair pulled up in a ponytail and, from what I can tell, only wearing my jersey.
“Fuck, woman, you are out to kill tonight.”
Callie pushes up off the chair and pulls out a pair of handcuffs. “You know when I got these from Wyla as a gag gift, I almost tossed them out. But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.”
She strolls to me so slowly. Such a tease.
“Oh yeah, what did you have in mind?” When she reaches me, I pull her closer by her hips. My hands go down to the seams then travel back up under the jersey just waiting to be stopped by the fabric of her underwear…but that doesn’t happen.
“Mmm, please tell me you weren’t like this all night. That little black dress was torture enough.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Callie pushes me back with a smirk. “Take off your shirt.”
I let go of her and pull my shirt over my head. Looking back at her she smiles. “Now hands behind your back, Anderson.”
Oh, shit. Me? When I move my hands back her eyes light up. She loves this. Fuck, that makes all of this even hotter.
“All night, I’ve been dying to touch you, and now this?” I keep my voice playful so she knows I’m definitely into this, but I do hate the fact that I can’t touch her.
With my hands locked back, she comes to my front and starts to unbutton my jeans and pulls them down. “That dress was hot, wasn’t it?” Callie lowers down on her knees while I kick the rest of my clothes to the side.
“You looked so good in that dress baby, but now? Fuck, my jersey? You better be glad you cuffed me, or I’d bend your ass over and absolutely tear into you.”
Callie’s hands slide up my thighs but instead of touching my dick they slide right up to my abs as she stands back up. “Why don’t you take a seat.”
Callie steps to the side and watches as I lean back in her chair, letting my linked hands rest behind the seat. She takes a step toward me, but I know her, she likes to be told what to do.
“Nuh uh, Blaze. Crawl.”
The fire ignites in her eyes, and she drops down to her hands and knees. “I like this. I like the push and pull we have.”
Callie crawls agonizingly slow to me. I know she’s doing it on purpose and every minute since I came through her door, I’ve thought I can’t possibly get any harder but, fuck, it’s got to be stone by now.
“Which one do you want right now? Do you want me to push by telling you to get your cute ass over here and suck me? Or do you want me to pull and beg because I need that mouth of yours?”
Callie hums happily at the thought of both. I know she wants both—this push and pull has become very clear to me over these past few months, even outside of the bedroom.
Callie wants control but she also wants to be wanted and let go when she feels comfortable. She wants to be desired and loved but also come off as strong and independent. I don’t like to think about her past, but I can confidently say that no one else understands this about her.
When she reaches me, she sits back on her knees with her hands in her lap. She looks so sweet and innocent—ya know, if you take away the fact that she just handcuffed me and is mere inches away from my dick.
“Go on, Callie. Why don’t you make me beg for you?”
A wicked smile tugs at her lips. “Okay, let’s see how long you last.”
I would have a flirty comeback, I really would, but Callie leans up and spits on my dick. When her mouth takes me in, I’m pretty sure my brain malfunctions because every word in my vocabulary immediately disappears.
“Fuck, woman,” I hiss when Callie starts using her hand in tandem with her mouth. Looking down at her, I see my name lining her back as she sucks the life out of me. “You look so fucking sexy right now.”
Callie moans and flashes those piercing green eyes up at me.
“I like my name on your back, baby. It looks like it belongs there.”
Callie pops off and lets her hand take over. “Maybe it does,” she purrs. “Isn’t this the jersey you’re supposed to wear tomorrow?”
“It is.” God, how am I going to ever be able to wear this jersey without getting a fucking hard on?
Callie hums happily as her hand continues to work me over. “Well, I’m about to use your jersey to make myself come and you better not come with me.”
“You’re going to wh?—”
I get cut off when her mouth goes back to my dick and when I look down, she’s pulled the corner of my jersey in between her legs.
“God—fuck.” My hands instinctively want to go to her hair, but I’m quickly reminded by the metal digging into my skin that I can’t. Callie continues to take me as far as she can while she works her clit over with my jersey. Her moans turn into quick whimpers and her speed in both places picks up.
“Damn it, Callie. Take these fucking cuffs off.”
But she doesn’t, she only moans louder. I don’t have to be touching her to know she’s close. Hell, I’m close. Thrusting my hips in the small way I can at this angle, Callie starts to choke for a moment. Instead of stopping completely I just slow my thrusts down until she regains her breath.
“So fucking hot, Blaze. You don’t want me to come down your throat? How am I supposed to do that when you’re about to make yourself come with my dick in your mouth?”
Callie looks up at me again, smiling with her eyes because her mouth is fucking busy. “Callie, undo these cuffs because I am going to fuck you senseless.”
Callie pops off again. “No,” she whispers. “I’m not going to uncuff you.” Callie stands then straddles me in the chair. “Not until I come.”
My head falls back as Callie starts to bounce up and down. Her hand goes back to her clit and her back arches with my name on her lips. Her pussy is already squeezing the hell out of me. Not being able to touch her right now is fucking torture.
“Damn it, Callie, I can’t move my hands.” I’m trying to move the best I can, but I can’t reach her. I just want to feel her. “Please get down here and kiss me.”
Callie smiles as she lays her chest against mine. She doesn’t kiss me yet, but she’s close enough for me to claim her mouth myself. Kissing her deep and slowly, I can feel her hand moving faster and when I slide my tongue in her mouth she starts to pulse around me.
Her moan comes so loud that I try to swallow it up with my lips. Her whole body trembles as I take over thrusting into her until her body practically melts against mine.
Still keeping slow and shallow thrusts, I kiss the top of her head. “Callie. Un-fucking-cuff me.”
Callie picks her head up and with a satiated smile she slides off me and grabs the key off her small dining table. She unlocks one of my hands and I turn, pulling her back to my front. I want her straddling me again, but this time turned the other way.
Her head falls back with a moan as I slide into her. “Now, this one,” I say, holding up the other cuff and start slow but steady thrusts.
“I was working on that, you impatient man,” Callie huffs breathlessly as she fiddles with the other lock.
“That’s right, I am impatient.” I start to thrust into her harder. When my other hand is free, she drops the cuff and nearly falls forward at my momentum. I catch her by her arms pulling her back.
“Fucking impatient because I’ve had to pretend for a month that there’s nothing between us.” I pull her against my chest and stand us up. I turn so she can put her hands on the chair. “I’m impatient because you were the most beautiful girl in that bar tonight and I couldn’t make every fucker in that place hate me because you were on my arm.”
“Will,” Callie pants and her walls clench me like a vise. “Fuck, keep going.”
“Oh, there’s no stopping this and that includes us, Callie.” Keeping my bruising pace, Callie arches her head back and I reach up to wrap that pretty ponytail of hers around my fist. “You’re mine, Callie, and I’m getting really impatient about not being able to show everyone that.”
“Yes, Will. Fuck. I’m going to come again.” Callie reaches one hand back up to her center.
She moans at her touch, so I let go of her hair and pull her hand back to replace it with mine. “You had your turn. I want this one coming from my touch alone.”
Callie lets out a small whimper as my fingers circle her clit. “Will, please,” she begs.
“Oh, Blaze, I like hearing you beg. But I love it when you take, so please come for me.”
And just like that Callie takes her orgasm and mine right alongside her.
When both of us feel like we can move again, I pull out of her and turn her around to sit back in the chair. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”
She nods with a sleepy but satisfied smile, then I head into the kitchen to get a warm wet rag to clean her up. Her body jumps a little when the rag touches her center, and she lets out a laugh. “Sorry, still sensitive.”
I set the rag down on the floor then scoop her up in my arms. “I think I told you a while ago not to apologize for men’s actions.”
“Hmm, I suppose you’re right.” Callie rests her head on my shoulder. “And I’m not sorry about that at all.”
I laugh as I lay her back down on her bed. “Yeah, me either.” I place a kiss on her temple and climb in next to her.
Callie turns to cuddle up next to me. “Will,” she mumbles. “Thank you. I’ve never had this. Before you, my ideas were always shut down and that’s me talking about normal stuff outside of the bedroom. I thought it would have gotten better when I got into Yale, that maybe they just needed that superficial proof that I was competent. But I’ve never had someone that doesn’t look at me like I’ve lost my head when I talk or suggest something until you. You make me feel safe to be myself no matter the context.”
My entire being hates that her independence and outspokenness were viewed so negatively—to me they’re everything.
“That’s their loss. To them you’re Calliope, but to me you’re my Callie. I love when you let me take care of you. If there ever comes a day when you don’t speak your mind or tell me you want something, I’m going to handcuff you and give you so many orgasms you’ll be blurting out every thought in your head just to make me stop. But then that won’t work because I love to hear your voice.”
Callie snorts a small laugh but doesn’t say anything.
“Oh, are we looking for that punishment now?” I tickle her side, and her laugh comes out loud and beautiful.
“No, please stop.” She giggles and tries to push away from me.
I chuckle at her fighting me, but when she gets even an inch away, I stop and pull her back to my side. My hand runs up and down her back as she tries to even her breath, and I'm reminded that she’s still wearing my jersey. “When did you steal this?”
Callie’s arms tighten around me as she snuggles deeper. “I might have stolen it after saying bye to your sisters. It was in the bag by the door! It was too tempting.”
“It looks good on you, Callie. I don’t know how I’m going to put it on tomorrow and not get immediately hard at the reminder of you in it.”
Callie shrugs and I can hear the smile in her tone. “Maybe you’re just really excited about baseball?”
“I’m really excited about something.” I kiss the top of her head.
“Hey, Will,” she whispers. “I’m impatient too. Let’s tell everyone this week.”