4. Blake
Blake
I pause for a moment on the front step of my grandmother’s house when I hear laughter coming from inside. Intrigued, I push the door open and follow the sound toward the kitchen.
“And—” the familiar voice cuts off with a chuckle before continuing, “—she sat there, cutting it up before asking if I needed help.”
My grandmother bursts into laughter just as I round the corner, my eyes landing on the blonde, who hasn’t strayed far from my thoughts, sitting at the table.
“What’s so funny?” I question, making them both jump. My grandmother places a hand over her chest, but the little demonic blonde picks up an apple from the fruit bowl in the center of the table and lobs it at my head.
I catch it before it can connect, placing the bouquet of flowers I brought with me on the counter before taking a big bite.
“Nice throw,” I compliment as her eyes go wide. Fucking adorable.
“Shit, I’m so sorry.” She cringes, embarrassed.
I wink and wave her off before taking another bite of the apple and walking over to place a kiss on my grandmother’s cheek.
“So, what was so funny?” I repeat, tossing the apple core in the trash.
“Callie was telling me about a date she once went on where the man brought his mother with him. She then proceeded to tuck a napkin into his collar and cut up his steak for him.”
I snort as Callie goes bright red.
“Well, at least I know the bar is set pretty low for me then,” I remark playfully. She bites her lip, making me imagine what she might taste like.
“Blake Price, you behave. I expect you to be the perfect gentleman I know you to be and woo her,” my grandmother snaps, interrupting my thoughts, which tend to all go in one direction when Callie is around me. South. Along with my blood flow.
“Woo me? Did we go back in time?” Callie teases my grandmother.
I have to admit, I like that they like each other. My grandmother is pretty good at reading people, and she hated my ex-girlfriend on sight. Not that she was really my girlfriend to begin with, but there was no way I was explaining to my grandmother that Becky was nothing more than a dirty fuck when I got sick of my hand. Grandma doesn’t understand that not everyone is looking for a love connection.
“Young’uns today,” my grandmother tuts, snapping me out of my musings. I see Callie flush, making me realize I’ve zoned out staring at her. Thank fuck it’s her face, not her boobs like the creeper I clearly am.
“Let him spoil you,” my grandmother continues. “Get to know what makes you tick and see if there is a connection. If you give away the cookies for free, child, he’ll eat his fill and move on to his next snack. But feed him crumbs, and he will be sniffing around your cookie for years to come.”
Callie and I stare at each other in amusement before turning to face my grandmother almost in slow motion.
“There are so many things wrong with this conversation, I don’t even know where to start,” I tell her honestly.
“And I would like to add, I have no intention of giving your grandson my… er… cookie,” Callie adds adamantly.
Oh, sweetheart, I do like a challenge.
As if sensing where my thoughts have gone, she scowls at me, crossing her arms over her chest, drawing my eyes to the swell of her breasts peeking out over the edge of her tank top. Speaking of swelling.
I step behind Callie’s chair, which thankfully hides my growing cock from my poor grandmother’s eyes. But now I have a clear view down the front of Callie’s top, taking my cock from semi to stiff in a nanosecond.
“Well now, Callie, never say never.” My grandmother continues to impart us with her words of wisdom. “You have to give him your cookie at some point, child. A man can’t stay on a diet forever without cheating.”
“Are you… did you… is she?” Callie splutters, looking up at me, flummoxed.
I laugh and decide to throw her a bone while discreetly adjusting. Sliding a hand over one of her slim shoulders, my fingertips brushing over her collarbone, making her shiver. “She’s old. I’m pretty sure she’s going senile, so ignore her.”
“I will whoop your ass. I’ll show you senile,” my grandmother snaps as I use my other hand to stroke Callie’s back.
“I’m not having sex with you on our first date!” Callie yells out unexpectedly, making me laugh out loud.
“I didn’t think you would, so calm down. I really do just want to spend time getting to know you,” I reassure her when I feel how tense she has become. Thankfully, she relaxes at my words.
“All right, all right. This senile old woman is getting tired. Blake, walk Callie home, please. And thank you for the flowers. They’re my favorite,” my grandmother announces with a discreet wink at me.
When Callie starts to protest, I talk over her.
“Favorite flowers for my favorite girl,” I tease my grandmother. Now that my dick has calmed down, I walk around the table and place another kiss on her cheek before helping her to her feet. “Can you manage?” I ask her quietly.
“Boy,” she answers in that stern tone she used to use when I was a kid and tried to sneak dessert before I’d finished my supper.
I shake my head at her stubbornness. “All right, all right,” I capitulate before turning to Callie. “You ready?” I ask her, holding out my hand.
She looks at my hand, then my face, then back to my hand again before standing and walking toward me, sliding her smaller one into mine.
“Callie, come back soon, you hear me?” my grandmother demands, wrapping an arm around Callie’s shoulders quickly before pulling away.
“I… er… Sure, June, I’d like that.”
“Good, now get going, and remember what I said,” she calls as we walk down the hall toward the front door.
“Nope. I’m working pretty hard to forget everything she said to me from the moment you arrived,” Callie informs me quietly.
“Now, that’s a crying shame,” I tease her, stepping out into the cooling air and pulling the door closed behind us.
“Why’s that?”
“Because I have a sweet tooth and could really eat a cookie right now.”
She elbows me in the ribs before storming ahead, making me smile.
I jog to catch up to her. She opens her door, and I place my hand on her arm. When she looks over her shoulder at me with a flash of vulnerability shining in her eyes, my smile drops as pure need washes over me. Fuck it .
I spin her gently and push her against the wall just inside her door and press my much larger body against hers, loving how she feels against me. Gazing up at me in surprise, she chews nervously on her lip as her heart beats wildly against my chest.
“What are you—” she whispers, but I cut her off, pressing my lips to hers like I’ve wanted to do since the second I saw her last night.
She gasps in shock, her lips parting in surprise. I use that to my advantage and surge inside, moaning at the taste of her. Sweet tea and cherry, I think. Whatever it is, it’s fucking addictive. I slide my tongue against hers, coaxing her to play with me. Before I know it, she goes languid in my arms, gripping my shirt hard with both hands and pulling me into her. Callie’s tongue slides against mine, teasing and hesitant.
Her little moans are driving me insane. I pull back as I’m two seconds away from fucking her up against the wall.
“What the heck?” she murmurs, her lust-filled eyes searching mine.
“Now you won’t have to worry about the kiss goodnight after our date. I thought it would be easier if we got it out of the way,” I joke, not wanting her to know that I lost control.
“Out of the way?” she parrots.
“Yeah, out of the way,” I tease, unable to resist another soft press against her lips. Definitely sweet tea and cherry Chapstick.
“I’m still nervous,” she whispers, making me pull back and look at her.
“You are?” Shit, I don’t want her to be nervous.
“Yeah, there’s a lot of pressure to get the first kiss right. We should practice so when we have our first kiss, we knock it out of the park.”
I laugh, pressing into her. I’m careful to keep my hips away from hers so I don’t freak her out by showing her how hard I am.
“You realize that this is our first kiss, right?”
“No, this doesn’t count. This is just for practice, like pre-kissing,” she says with a smile. The smartass.
“Pre-kissing, huh? Are there rules for pre-kissing?” I question, already wondering how I can use this to my advantage.
“Nope, that’s the beauty of pre-kissing. There is no pressure and no expectations. Like I said, it’s just practicing.” She shrugs, looking pretty proud of herself.
“Interesting. I’ve never heard of this pre-kissing before, but I can understand the merits of it.” I wonder if she’ll let me pre-kiss her anywhere else.
Dipping my head, I place a kiss on her jaw, then move my thumb over the spot I kissed. Tilting her head back, I place another kiss just below her ear, dragging in a lungful of her strawberry-scented shampoo. Whispering softly, I trail kisses down her neck to her shoulder, then use my fingers to slide the strap of her tank top down her arm. I continue to rain kisses along her collarbone, marveling at the softness of her skin. When I feel her trembling, I slide the strap back into place and kiss the tip of her nose.
“Oh yeah, I can definitely see the merits,” I growl against her lips.
“You’re dangerous, Mr. Bundy.”
I chuckle as I pull away and force my body out the still-open door. Turning to face her once I’ve cleared the bottom step, I grin unrepentantly when I see her still looking flustered. At least I know she wants me as much as I want her.
“Lock up, Callie.”
“Yes sir, Mr. Bundy,” she replies with a salute.
“Not a serial killer,” I remind her as I head back to my truck with a smile on my face.
“That’s exactly what a serial killer would say.”