Chapter 27 #3
“But I’m so happy I came back.” The words rush out of her, broken and honest. “God, Knox. I missed you so much.” A tear tracks down her cheek.
I reach across the table and brush the tear away. “I missed you too.”
She smiles and blinks rapidly, trying to clear her eyes. “Look at us,” she says with a laugh. “Sitting here crying when we have pad thai in front of us.”
“Speak for yourself. I’m maintaining my reputation as a heartless bastard.”
“Right. That’s why you’ve been mentally ice skating with me in Central Park for the past year.”
Heat floods my cheeks. “Are you going to use that against me?”
“Oh, absolutely. This is high quality evidence. I could extort you.”
“Well shit,” I say, blowing out a breath. But I’m grinning now, and that knot in my chest finally loosens. “Don’t forget, I know where you used to hide your diary.”
She squints at me. “You wouldn’t dare.”
Shrugging, I take a sip of my beer and swallow. “Try me, Alley cat.”
And like that, we’re seventeen again, trading barbs and threats across a table. Except now there’s something deeper humming between us. My pulse quickens when she looks at me with a softer sort of affection. A look I’ve longed for every time I made up a story in my head.
I probably don’t deserve her love, but I’m going to keep it. No one is ever getting between us again.
My brothers are on the couch playing Call of Duty when we get home.
I watch as Callie drops kisses on both of their cheeks, as if she’s been doing it her entire life, and warmth fills my chest. We’ve never had a woman care about us the way Callie does.
Not even our own mother. My jaw flexes, but the tension that accompanies the thought of being abandoned quickly diffuses when Callie casts a smoldering glance in my direction.
She takes a step toward the hallway, crooking a finger.
I point to my chest in mock confusion and slowly make my way over.
“Yes, you, dummy. Unless you want your brothers to—”
Before she can finish, I scoop her in my arms, and she squeals. “No, baby. Tonight you’re all mine.” One of these days, she can have all of us at the same time, but I’m feeling selfish.
Carrying her to my room, I kick the door closed and drop her on the bed. Breath rushes out of her, and before she can catch it, I come down on top of her, pinning her to the bed with my hips and capturing her lips in a hungry kiss.
Her fingers clutch my shirt, and she sighs, opening for me, tongue tangling with mine.
My dick is so hard it almost hurts. I press against her center, seeking relief, and she gasps, rolling her hips.
The friction of our clothes is torture. I want her naked and bare for me.
Spread out on my bed like a work of art.
I break the kiss, sit up, and yank my shirt off.
Callie tugs hers off as well. Soon enough, I’m naked and she’s only in her panties.
My gaze roves over her body, the swell of her breasts, the soft curve of her stomach.
Those thick thighs I can’t wait to have squeeze me.
But it’s the fire in her hazel eyes that snares my attention.
She wants me. How many years have I spent dreaming of this moment? I’ve already had her once, but that’s not enough. I’m not sure the rest of our lives will be enough, but I’m going to savor every last moment with her because we’ve already lost so much time.
“Don’t tell me you got cold feet,” she teases, lips twitching into that coy smile I love.
“Trust me, baby,” I murmur, hooking my fingers in the band of her thong.
“There are no cold feet.” Slowly, I drag the material down her legs, biting my lip as her glistening pussy is revealed.
Swallowing as a ripple of goosebumps chases the soft fabric scraping over her legs.
My eyes lift to meet hers as I toss her underwear aside.
She licks her lips in anticipation and reaches for me.
I have other plans. Running my rough palms up her calves, pausing at her knee and waiting, watching the desire pool in her irises until my restraint starts to crumble. I push her legs open, baring her to me. My thumbs travel over the insides of her thighs.
Her back arches off the bed. “Knox,” she complains.
“Don’t rush me,” I tell her, tracing the pads of my thumbs through her slit, spreading it and memorizing every beautiful inch of her pussy. “I’ve been longing for you for years. The truck was fast and desperate, but tonight I’m going to take my time and make sure you’re happy.”
“I was happy with fast and desperate.”
I smirk. “I know, but you deserve to be worshiped.” Shifting back on the bed, I bury my face between her legs and run my tongue from her center to clit. She makes a strangled noise in the back of her throat and her fingers drift to my hair, running through the strands in a gentle caress.
She’ll be pulling my hair by the time I’m done with her.
Teasing my tongue over her clit, I slip one finger inside of her, earning a hum of approval.
Her walls are warm and rippled, soft and perfect.
I pump in and out of her, coating my digit with her arousal before adding another.
She stretches around me as I flatten my tongue and taste every inch of her that I can, thrusting it through her folds over and over, circling her clit every time.
Does she have any idea how good she tastes?
My lips seal around her clit and she moans, tugging at my strands.
I smile against her. Called it. Let’s see if I can make her scream.
Pumping in and out of her, I curl my fingers and stroke over her g-spot with every thrust, lashing my tongue over that bundle of nerves until her legs squeeze my head.
“It’s too much,” she rasps. “Too much.”
“You can take it,” I murmur against her, redoubling my efforts, gazing between the valley of her breasts to watch her mouth part as I play with her. Faster. Harder. More and more until she pulls on my hair.
That’s my fucking girl.
“Please,” she begs.
Humming, I suck on her clit and her lips fall open, a cry clawing out of her throat as her legs tighten around me.
Walls clamping down on my fingers as I continue to drive into her until her cum bursts across my tongue and her scream of pleasure reverberates around me.
Devouring every drop, I extract my fingers, push her legs open and eat her out like a man who found his first meal in weeks, pushing my tongue inside of her only to run the flat of it through her slit to claim her clit once more.
The sounds she makes spur me on until she’s trembling, legs trying to close around my head, but I don’t let her, I keep her spread open, give her the pleasure she doesn’t think she can handle until another orgasm slams into her.
I taste every drop of her arousal that I can before crawling up her body, smirking as she pants and blinks up at me in a daze, still recovering from her second release as my dick nestles against her center.
Her eyes widen. “I don’t know if I can come again.”
“You will,” I tell her, pushing my tip into her, hissing as her cunt wraps around me.
“So confident,” she murmurs, hooking her hands around my neck, biting her lip as I hook one leg on my arm, spreading her before driving home. Her pupils blow wide and I stay deep, panting, forcing my body to calm down.
I don’t know what it is about her, but she makes me feel like a virgin. One thrust and I’m nearly done. But I’ll wait for her. Always. Callie will come with me inside of her and then it’s my turn.
Her hips rock, somehow pushing me deeper.
A groan rattles in the back of my throat. “Baby,” I rasp. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“I’m just waiting for you to fuck—”
I drive my hips back before slamming into her again, cutting off her snarky comment. “What was that?”
“I said,” she says around a pant. “You need to fuck—oh god.” She moans as I pump into her hard enough to shake the bed.
“That mouth is going to get you in trouble.”
She chuckles. “I love trouble.”
That she does. The time for talking is done, I want her too delirious to speak.
Too fucked to form a coherent sentence. With a wicked smirk that tells her exactly what I have planned, I hook her other leg over my arm and fuck her fast and hard, hips slapping against hers.
Air rushes out of her lungs and her nails bite into the skin on the back of my neck.
She clings to me, walls flexing and clamping as I drive into her again and again, and when that’s not enough, I pull out and flip her over, grasping her hips.
She arches her back as I guide her to her knees, dragging her hips into position.
I pump my hand down my cock, squeezing in an attempt to prolong the experience, but when she drops her chest to the mattress, cheek pressed into the sheets in obedience, I know I won’t make it much longer.
Swatting her ass, I drop a kiss on her back, positioning myself as I run one hand up her spine, threading my fingers in her hair as I sink into her with one hard thrust. She moans, a deep, throaty sound.
“That’s right, Callie, you like it when I fuck you, don’t you?”
“Yesssss,” she rasps.
A growl of approval catches in my throat as I pump into her, watching her eyes flutter closed as I drive deeper and deeper.
No dreams, no stupid fantasy I made up in my head, can compare to the real thing.
Having Callie in my bed, speared on my cock, panting and sweaty, it’s fucking nirvana, and if I died tomorrow, I’d die a happy man.
Nothing will ever compare to this, the bond between us both, how perfect she is for me. For my family. How her body is practically molded to mine, as if we were meant to be all along.
She clamps around me so hard I grunt, rhythm faltering as I almost lose it. A smile tugs at her lips, and she does it again on purpose.
“Callie,” I beg.
“I want you to come inside me,” she says, voice husky and needy. “Please, Knox, I fucking need it.”
My hand slips from her hair, and I slide out.
She whines in protest, but I drop onto my ass and flip her onto her back and slide right back in.
Her legs wrap around my waist, squeezing me with need, forcing me deeper.
I place my hand at the small of her back and help her tilt her hips, giving me better access, and rock into her as I grind my low stomach over her clit.
“Come with me, baby,” I murmur, capturing her bottom lip between my teeth and tugging. Her nails run down my back and my hips jerk forward. She makes a noise in the back of her throat, so I do it again, kissing down her jaw, her neck, and biting on her pulse point.
“Please, please, please,” she says, entire body tightening against mine.
Fuck, I won’t last much longer. My thrusts grow unsteady, but she pulses and flexes around my length. So close. So fucking close. I bite her neck again, and she whines, hands slapping to my ass and forcing me in. Demanding penance.
And I’m a goner. I kiss her in apology, length jerking inside of her as I explode, but that’s exactly what she needed.
Her moan rushes over my tongue and I taste her pleasure as I pump as steadily as I can, helping her go all the way over the edge as my body is riddled with sensations that are almost too much to handle.
But for her, I’d walk through fire, so I keep going, moaning, murmuring her name, tasting her until we’re both spent and we collapse onto the bed.
Her legs hold me inside of her, and she clamps around me as aftershocks run through her; she releases a heavy sigh, breaking the kiss and grinning up at me with adoration shimmering in her irises.
“I love you,” she whispers.
My heart almost bursts. “Fuck, Cal. I love you too.”
I’ve never considered myself a good man or worthy of love, but with Callie looking at me like that, I think I might just believe I deserve it.