Chapter 12 #2
Brady drops us off at the main entrance, but before we get out of the car, Callum grabs my hand.
“There’s still a lot we need to discuss, but for now, we’ll enjoy each other’s company.
” He kisses my head and opens his door, not waiting for a response.
Brady opens my door a second later, and I step out to Callum’s waiting hand.
Damn, he looks fine as sin. That’s what he is…
a sin. I have a gut feeling I’m going to get hurt because I always do.
Guys like this don’t fall for girls like me.
This is fun right now. I’m a temptation for him.
A mystery. And right now, I don’t care about any of that.
I just want to have fun. Need to have fun.
We walk up to the glass-walled building sitting right in front of the rink, and when we open the door, a thick, hot air hits us right in the face. It’s loud from young couples in love to tired parents chasing children around who are putting their hands on everything.
Callum lifts his arm as a child tears through the shop across the aisle. He’s laughing when the child’s mother comes racing by to catch him, apologizing.
“It’s fine.” He smiles before grabbing my hand and looking at me. “Let’s get you some appropriate wear.” He walks over to a rack which has a limited supply of pants, shirts, and jackets.
He holds up a pair of thick, gray, water-resistant pants, a thermal black shirt, and a teal, gray, and white jacket. “What are your thoughts on this?”
I glance at the price tag and feel sick. The markup is atrocious! “I don’t really need the jacket. I’m sure I’ll be fine without it.”
He laughs and leans down so his lips brush against my ear. “I’ll not have you freeze to death before I fuck your pretty little pussy.”
My head snaps in his direction as I try to figure out how badly I want to be arrested for fucking him in the middle of the store. “When you say things like that, I could strip down right now and still be hot.”
His eyes glare playfully. “You wouldn’t.”
I grab the zipper on the side of my dress and start inching it down, not taking my eyes off him. His lips part as the vein in his neck begins to throb.
He places his hand on mine and spins toward the teenage employee walking by. “Excuse me, she needs a room to try these on.”
Half paying attention, she nods to the corner of the building where a makeshift changing room has been created.
“Thank you.” He grabs my wrist and nearly pulls me across the store, weaving through all the shelves and scattered hats, gloves, light-up wands, and bouncy balls that are strewn all over the floor.
He knocks on the door and when no one answers, he pushes it open, glances behind him, then pushes me into the room and follows me in.
A squeal of laughter erupts from me, but he quickly puts his hand over my mouth. “Don’t make a peep.” He locks the door and looks at me with a wicked grin.
I grab his hand and start to speak, but in one motion he’s on his knees with my panties around my ankles. How is he so fast?
“Callum,” I whisper.
“Not a sound… or a moan.” His eyes twinkle.
“You know I can—”
I can’t finish speaking as he lifts one leg, tossing it over his shoulder, and buries his face in my still glistening pussy. It hasn’t even been thirty minutes.
He slowly licks from back to front before slipping his tongue in. His eyes dart up to meet mine and my God. I bite my bottom lip, trying to hold back the moan that’s begging to escape. It’s not like anyone can hear me anyway since it’s so loud in here, but something inside of me wants to obey him.
He slips two fingers in and swirls them around in a circle as my stomach clenches.
I’m pretty sure all this stomach clenching counts as exercise.
Six-pack here I come! My fingers snake through his hair before grabbing tightly, holding him in place while I rock on his face.
He slips another finger in, stretching me, and my knees buckle.
“Callum,” I moan out quietly, emotion getting the better of me.
He stops. Pulls out his fingers, then looks at me. It takes a second before my eyes focus on his. “Rule one,” he says, rubbing his finger along his lips to clean my arousal off his face.
I shake my head. He can’t be serious.
He pulls my panties back up. “You better get changed quickly.”
“You. Are you?” Completely flabbergasted and still needy, I try hard to form a sentence, but it doesn’t work.
He stands up, then kisses me on the forehead. He unlocks the door, checks around the changing room, then walks out.
I’m standing like a high diver on the edge of the platform and he just walks away.
Fuck rule one.
I make my own rules.
Slipping out of my dress, I try to ignore the light brushing of my panties across my throbbing clit, then get an idea.
Before putting on my new outfit, I slide my panties off and put them to the side.
After getting dressed, I put them in my pocket and save them for later.
Folding my dress over my arm and straightening my back, I walk out of the dressing room to a waiting Callum, who is bent over in a seat, I’m sure working on getting his erection down.
Casting a cool glance at him, I walk past him to the register with tags in hand.
He chuckles behind me, obviously amused by my bratty behavior, then slips his hand around my hips.
There’s another teenager working the register who seems to have smoked weed prior to his shift, because he could give two shits about the chaos happening around him on top of the fact his eyes are red and his fingertips are orange with Cheetos dust on them.
He looks up from the register a second or two after the total appears and drags out the total of three hundred and twelve dollars. Before I can pull out my card, Callum is handing over his black card.
“I can get it,” I say, tilting my head to the side.
“I know, but I wanted you to come. So, my treat.”
My eyes nearly pop out of my head. Did he really just say that? The weight of his carefully chosen words was palpable, heightened by the deliberate pause on the word "come."A new game seems to be afoot, so I adjust my imaginary top hat and pipe and nod. “Thank you. I wanted to come, too.”
His lips pull to the side and the guy at the register says in a monotone deadpan, “Yay. You both wanted to come.”
Callum and I both look at each other and snicker.
“You can get your skates around the corner,” the doped teen mumbles, pointing at a wall before handing me the receipt.
“Can I get a bag?”
The guy’s brows pinch into the most dramatic V, so I hold up my dress.
“We don’t sell those here.”
I shake my head and huff, “I know. This is what I was wearing.”
“Why did you bring it with you?” he asks, his head tilting back, seemingly too heavy for him because he’s struggling to maintain his balance.
I close my eyes, trying to keep my patience. “I just bought these clothes and changed.”
“Oh, right.” He nods emphatically, staring at us.
“So, can I get a bag?” I press.
“Right.” He hands me a bag, and we walk around the corner to wait in line for a pair of skates.
Spotting the perfect time to exact my revenge for the dressing room, I wait until Callum is talking to the attendant pulling skates and slip my panties into his pocket. “Here’s the receipt for your purchase.”
He nods, completely unaware of my extra gift. “What size?”
“Eight,” I tell the kid behind the counter.
He hands us our skates, then points to a screen. “We limit the number of people on the rink. When it’s your turn, your number will be called. It’s not too bad a wait right now. Here’s your ticket.”
I peek over Callum’s arm to see what number we are and how long we’ll have to wait and snort when I see we’re number sixty-nine. “My favorite,” I mumble.
“Nice,” the kid behind the counter drones.
“Eww!” I retort before we step away. The screen above the door that leads to the rink is flashing sixty-seven. “Shame we don’t have more time.”
“We could leave,” he suggests. His eyes catch mine, and my stomach tightens. Goddamn, he’s all fire and ice and everything nice.
“Nooo,” I coo playfully. “I really, really wanted to come.” Ignoring the sexy as hell quirk in his lips, I bend over and put my skates on.
“You should have followed rule number one,” he whispers, bending over and tightening his laces.
“I told you… I’m a rule breaker,” I answer back, pulling my laces tight. Can’t have any loose laces or wobbly ankles. I’m clumsy enough as it is and definitely don’t need to crash and fall out there.
“That’s fine, but there will be consequences, and that’s probably the easiest rule.”
“How many rules are there?”
He smiles. “Sixty-nine.”
I snarl my upper lip at him.
SIXTY-NINE, the computer voice calls out.
When he stands up, he sticks his hand in his pocket and his eyes grow wide as his gaze slowly travels over to my face, and I’m waiting ever so patiently until our eyes lock. “You will pay for this.”
“I hope so.” Without waiting for a response, I turn and walk through the door, and he slaps my ass.