Chapter 16
KELLER
Last night was heaven, but waking up this morning feels like I’m in hell, and that’s solely because I’m so damn hot I can hardly breathe.
I peel my eyes open and am unsurprised to find Percy curled up in the crook of my neck.
Next to the bed in the spare bedroom and my pillow, it’s his favorite place to sleep.
What I wasn’t expecting was to have Chloe wrapped around me on the other side. For as long as I can remember, we’d always fall asleep with her head on my chest, but sometime during the night we would roll away from one another and not touch again until we were both awake.
I guess that’s not the case anymore.
I push her deep red hair out of my face and look down at the woman who is draped around me like she’s afraid I’m going somewhere.
I’m not. For the first time in years, I am right where I want to be.
Unable to stop myself, I drag my finger down her nose, tracing the small freckles dotting it.
She crinkles her brows but doesn’t open her eyes, and I take the opportunity to admire her.
I wasn’t lying last night when I told her she is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
I thought so the day she walked right past me on campus, and I still think it over a decade later.
Seeing her last night, on her knees, staring up at me with my cock in her mouth…
It was like a fucking dream come true, one I’ve had many times over the last few years.
It wasn’t just that or the sex, though. It was all the little things.
Her sighs, her moans, the way she’s able to laugh even during an intimate moment like that.
It was how soft she felt beneath me, the way she asked for what she wanted, and it was how she looked at me like she used to—like she loves me.
It’s been so long since I saw that look in her eyes that I almost forgot what it felt like, and dammit, I want to feel it again.
I run my finger down her nose once more, that crinkle deepening and her lips twitching. I do it again and again until she begins to stir. Her eyes flutter open, and Percy goes scurrying away, hopping off the bed and trotting out of the room.
She blinks a few times, then rears her head back like she’s trying to get me to come into focus or figure out just where she is.
I should feel bad for waking her up, but I don’t.
Even though she’s scowling at me, I got exactly what I was looking for.
There, in her sleepy gaze, is that look I’ve craved for so damn long—love.
She never said the words back last night, but she didn’t need to.
I could see it all along, just like I see it now.
“Was that Percy?”
I nod. “Sure was.”
“He’s doing better?”
“Didn’t meow all night.”
“Good,” she mumbles, closing her eyes again.
“Hi,” I say quietly, tapping the end of her nose. “Good morning.”
“Hmm,” she responds, and I laugh. She was never a morning person, and there’s comfort in knowing that hasn’t changed.
“How’d you sleep?”
“Like I had three orgasms.”
“And here I was thinking it was four.”
She opens her eyes again and blows an errant hair out of her face. “Sorry, loverboy, but not this time.”
I chuckle at the nickname she hasn’t called me since before we started dating, back when she was still trying to deny her feelings for me. I guess that hasn’t changed either, because she’s doing it even now, even though I can see it.
I let her have it. Maybe it’s for the best. Yes, we might have broken down walls last night, but there’s still so much we have to work through, and it’s probably best I don’t let myself get too attached until I know just where it is that we stand.
“Practice?” she asks, rolling away and stretching her arms above her head. The borrowed shirt she put on while I was in the bathroom rises with the movement, giving me a look at the very spot I was buried in last night.
She notices.
“Oh, oops. Sorry,” she says, tugging the material down and trying to cover herself back up.
“Don’t.” I still her hands. “Don’t be sorry, and don’t hide.”
She opens her mouth like she wants to argue, but she snaps it closed just as quickly and nods.
I remember when we first started sleeping together, how she would always want to keep her shirt on or would cover up the second we were done.
It always bothered me that she felt the need to do it.
I wanted to see her—all of her—and that’s still the case today, just like I still want to touch her and kiss her and make her sigh my name.
I roll over on top of her, loving the little squeal and giggle that leaves her when I fit myself between her legs and press my nose into the crook of her neck.
“What are you doing?” she asks with a smile.
“I was thinking about kissing my wife. Is that okay?”
“Tempting, but I have morning breath.”
“Okay, and?” I press my lips to hers in a quick kiss. “Considering you were begging me to eat your pussy last night, I think we’re beyond worrying about morning breath at this point.”
She gasps. “I did not beg!”
“Bullshit. I believe your exact words were, ‘Please, Callum, I want you to eat my pussy.’”
“You made me say it! You wouldn’t do it unless I asked.”
I shake my head, our noses brushing together. “I don’t recall this at all.”
She growls in frustration, and I laugh again. I don’t remember the last time I woke up this happy. Maybe it was after that game where I assisted on every goal and we got Fox a shutout? But even then, I don’t think it was that good of a morning. Not like this.
“To answer your question, no. I don’t have practice this morning. I’m off today and tomorrow.”
She nods. “That makes sense after being on the road for so long.”
“Yep, and I think Coach Smith needs a break from us. We might have gotten a little rowdy on the plane last night.”
“Let me guess—Lawless Lawson?”
Not even mentioning him and the ridiculous nickname he gave himself is enough to shake my grin. “Always.” I nuzzle my nose against her cheek, inhaling that floral scent she always seems to have. “You know, I never did thank you for taking care of Percy for me.”
“That’s not true. You thanked me on the phone every day when we talked.”
I did do that, but I pretend I didn’t. “Nah. I don’t recall that either.”
“Then it sounds like you need to get your head checked with Doc.” She raps her knuckles against my temple. “Maybe you hit it against the glass one too many times.”
“Or…” I kiss her lips softly. “I’m just looking for an excuse to say thank you again.”
“Okay. Then say it.”
“You know…I was kind of thinking of saying it in a different way…”
She lifts a brow. “Such as?”
But I don’t answer her with words. Instead, I kiss my way down her chin and neck, sliding my tongue over the spot she likes. A breathless sigh leaves her, and the sound is like a short song written only for me. I do it again, and I’m rewarded with another verse.
I pay attention to the spot for a few more moments before slipping lower.
I want so damn badly to push her shirt up and kiss every inch of her, but I don’t.
If I did, there’s no way I’d be getting anything else done today.
I’d spend the entirety of my off day worshipping her, and as nice as that sounds, I was hoping we could spend the day together in other ways.
So instead, I kiss her thighs where the shirt meets her skin, then I push them farther apart and give myself a look at her center.
“Fuck, Clover,” I say, looking at her. “You’re already wet for me.”
“Do you have any idea how good a kisser you are?”
I chuckle. “I wasn’t aware.”
She peers down at me. “Liar. You know. You’re just being—ahhhhh!”
Her words turn into nothing but a garbled mess as I slide my tongue over her, loving how she tastes first thing in the morning.
“Sorry, what was that?”
She shakes her head, her lips clamped tightly together, and I chuckle against her as I glide my tongue across her once more.
“Callum…” She tugs on my hair, and I force myself to stop and look up at her. “You don’t have to do that, you know.”
“Oh, I know. I want to. Do you have any idea how many nights I would lie awake dreaming of doing this to you again? How often I’d slip back into a memory of the time I’ve spent here?
How I’ve yearned for this? I know I don’t have to lick your pretty little cunt, Clover, but I really, really want to. ”
She swallows, then swallows again.
“Fuck,” she mutters, her eyes closing as she sinks back against the pillow, and it’s all the approval I need.
I slide my tongue over her again, and the soft moan that leaves her eggs me on, so I do it again.
Over and over until she’s writhing beneath me, and fucking hell, I missed this.
I missed watching her come undone. I missed teasing her.
I missed lazy mornings like this. And I fucking missed bringing her so much goddamn pleasure.
She’s given me so much of it by just being her, and returning it has always been my favorite thing to do. I’m glad I get to again.
When I suck her clit between my lips, she bucks off the bed, and I know I’ve got her right where I want her.
My face is a mess as she pushes her hips toward me, seeking more, and I give it to her, grinding my own hips down in an attempt to relieve the throbbing between my legs.
My cock is aching, and I’m dying to fist it and get just as close to an orgasm as she is, but I want this moment to be about her.
She practically fucks my tongue as I hold it steady, letting her take whatever she needs.
“Oh god,” she cries out. “I’m so, so close…”
Me too, and I haven’t even touched myself yet. I fear if I don’t do something about it soon, my day will consist of doing laundry instead of getting quality time with her.
She whimpers when I pull away, and for once, I agree with her annoyance.