Chapter 18 #2
I feel my way through the dark room, searching for a light, because if we’re going to do this, I want to see it. I’m rewarded when my fingers graze across the switch, and I flick it on. The room comes into focus, and though it’s not the closet I wanted to pull her into earlier, it’ll have to do.
“Is this a bathroom?” she asks, looking around.
“I think so. I wouldn’t be surprised. This place is huge.”
She palms me through my pants. “Speaking of huge…”
I growl, then practically throw myself at her, and all she does is laugh as she kisses me back.
I’m not sure who removes what, but I find myself with nothing but my unbuttoned dress shirt on and Chloe on her knees, taking me to the back of her throat.
She always loved doing this, and I wasn’t about to complain. I’m not going to now, either.
“Fuck,” I mutter as she takes me deep. “I swear your mouth is magic.”
“Kind of like your cock,” she says as she pulls off with a loud pop.
I’m already on the brink of coming, and while I’m desperate to do so, I don’t want to just yet. I want this to last just a little longer. I tap her head, and she peers up at me with glossy eyes.
Fuck. She’s perfect.
It takes everything in me to say, “You have to get up. I won’t last long, and you don’t want to wrinkle your dress.”
She releases me, her lips glistening with spit. I’m sad when she drags her hand across them, wiping it away.
“Fine, but I want to finish that later.”
“You can. I promise. But for now, I want you up on the counter. And spread your legs. I want to see you.”
I grip my cock as she hoists herself up onto the counter I think is supposed to be used for doing your makeup, but right now, it’s being used to put my wife on display. She hikes her dress up, then opens her thighs.
“More,” I tell her, still jacking myself slowly.
Chloe pulls her panties to the side, revealing herself to me fully, and I drop to my knees like I’m begging for mercy. And maybe I am.
“What? No, no. If I don’t get to have fun, you don’t either. You—”
Her words die a slow death as I drag my tongue over her wet slit, and I smile as her legs slide even farther apart. I inch closer, pushing into her cunt, and she cries out.
“Oh god, Callum.” Her fingers slip through my hair. “That feels so good.”
“Tastes good too,” I tell her, then dive back in for more.
I’ve loved eating her out from the start, and I think it’s one of the things I missed the most about her being gone. I missed spending time on my knees, feeling her thighs pressed against my ears, and hearing the low whimpers she elicits every time I suck her clit between my lips.
Which is exactly what I do next.
“Yes,” she mutters. “Please, yes.”
I continue to lap her, dragging my tongue over every inch, paying extra attention to her clit every so often, then starting over again.
“You’re killing me,” she complains when I do it for the fifth time. “If I don’t come soon, I might cry.”
It doesn’t matter that her words remind me of Lawson’s—I’m so damn into tasting her that it doesn’t even bother me. When I pull off her little bud for the eighth time, she groans, and it’s clear if I don’t stop messing around soon, she won’t be fulfilling her promise to finish the job she started.
So I slip a finger into her, then another. It’s when I add the third and put my lips back to her clit that her orgasm finally rolls through her, and she comes with a shout. She’s not even done shaking before I’m pushing to my feet. I drag her off the counter, then turn her around.
“I thought you were worried about wrinkling my dress,” she says as I push the satiny material up.
“Right now, I’m just worried about how good your cunt looks stretched around my cock.
” I arrange her how I want her—one leg up on the counter, the other foot on the floor—and drag my finger under the sliver of material that’s hidden between her bare cheeks.
“Do you know how fucking hot this thing is?”
“I hate it.”
“Well, I don’t.” I push the underwear aside and swipe my thumb over her hole. A shiver rolls down her back, and I swear I feel her legs shake. “I could fuck you here instead, you know. If you wanted me to.”
“Yes,” she whispers with a sigh of delight. She always loved it when I took her ass. “I want.”
As tempting as it sounds…
“I will, Clover,” I promise her. “But not now. Tonight, I want your pussy.”
“It’s yours, Callum. Take it.”
I slam into her without another word, loving the cry that leaves her as I bury myself until I can’t anymore. I drag my cock back out slowly, then thrust in again.
“I think you got bigger,” she says, her breaths uneven. “It certainly feels like you did.”
I didn’t, it’s just the angle, but my stupid chest puffs up anyway, and I rock into her again.
“Callum…people are probably looking for us, you know.”
“Are you saying you want me to speed this up?”
She peeks at me over her shoulder. “I’m saying I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I give in to what I want, and I pound into her with abandon. Over and over, loving how her ass shakes with each thrust, showing off the dimples I want to drag my tongue over.
And she takes it all. Every hard thrust, every squeeze as I grip her tight, and every damn grunt as I get closer to my release. If someone were to walk past this room right now, there’s no way they wouldn’t hear our skin slapping together or our harsh breaths filling the otherwise quiet room.
I’m not sure which of us gives in first, but suddenly I’m erupting into her, coming so damn hard my knees buckle, and it takes all I have to remain on my feet as Chloe shakes around me.
Once the aftershocks subside, I pull out of her and help her off the counter.
She holds on to my shoulders as I tug her dress back down, smoothing out the wrinkles that are very obvious.
Her hair is no longer in a clean updo, many pieces sticking out, and her makeup is smudged from having her mouth on me.
“You’re gorgeous,” I tell her.
“I’m sweaty and a mess.”
“Still gorgeous.”
She smiles, then wraps her arms around my neck, but I grab her hips and hold her away.
“No,” I say. “You can’t touch me right now. If you do, I might have to fuck you again, and then everyone will definitely know what happened in here.”
She looks down at her dress. “Uh, I think they’re already going to.” She takes a step back. “But I understand. We probably should go back out there before someone comes looking for us.”
“You can say Lawson’s name.”
She laughs and leans in for a kiss, but I shake my head.
“Really? You don’t trust yourself with just a kiss?”
“When it comes to you? Not at all.”
She tucks her lips together, trying to hide her grin, but I see it anyway.
“I’ll see you out there?”
I nod, hating when she takes a steadying breath, then pulls open the door. She’s just stepped through it when I grab her wrist, and she stops, turning toward me.
“Don’t even think about cleaning that up, Clover. I want to spend the rest of the night knowing my cum is drying on my wife’s legs, got it?”
She gulps. “Got it.”
I pat her ass and send her on her way. I spend the next five minutes trying to talk my cock back down, and when it doesn’t work, I go back to the reception and pray nobody notices.
Thankfully, nobody seems to pay me much attention as I make my way back to the party.
I slip into the crowd like I never left, nobody the wiser to what just transpired.
“Chloe!”
I turn at the mention of my wife, but I don’t see anyone I recognize.
Then someone moves, and I see her. I smile and move to walk toward her but stop when I notice she’s not alone.
There’s a woman talking to her, and I recognize her instantly.
She’s the wife of the Serpents’ first captain, who is around here somewhere.
“Wow, I was not expecting to see you here,” Avery says. “How do you know Reed and Auden?”
“Uh, Hutch—sorry, Reed—is my husband’s teammate.”
“Your husband? You’re married to a Serpents player? How come I didn’t know this? We should have met way before now.”
“I’ve been out of the country on assignment,” Chloe tells her. “I’m here with Callum Keller.”
“Oh! I know him. He’s grumpy, no offense, but still very kind.”
Chloe laughs. “None taken, though that’s not the Callum I know.”
“Well, anyway,” Avery says, “I’m glad I ran into you. I’ve had a few drinks, and I probably shouldn’t be saying this, but…you’re it. We absolutely loved the second interview on Wednesday, and we plan to officially offer you the position once we get our ducks in a row.”
She had a second interview? She didn’t tell me. It must have happened when I was doing that event at the middle school that I agreed to months ago. Is there a reason she hid it from me? Was she afraid to say something to jinx it? Or is she planning…
No.
I don’t let myself think. She couldn’t be leaving again. Not after everything…right? My breath disappears, or at least that’s what it feels like, because suddenly I’m struggling for air and can’t seem to get enough of it.
Fuck, not now. Please not now.
This is the last place I want to have a panic attack, but I feel it coming on.
Even though I’m dying to hear what Chloe’s response is, I need to leave—now.
I push through the crowd once again, keeping my eyes downcast because I really don’t want anyone to try to stop me.
I don’t think I could handle it if they saw me like this.
When I finally clear the room, I burst through the front doors of the swanky hotel and gulp in breath after breath of February air. Is she leaving me again? Is my wife walking away from us? Does what we’re doing here not mean anything to her? Or the last ten years we’ve spent together?
I try to tell myself I’m making a big deal out of nothing and maybe what I heard wasn’t true. Avery did admit to having too much to drink. Maybe she has Chloe confused with somebody else.
But even as the thought flits through my mind, I know it’s not true. Chloe had a second interview, and she didn’t say a word to me about it. She’s making plans for our future again and leaving me out of the decision-making process.
I pull my phone from my pocket, swiping my thumb across the screen and pulling up my texts with Stefan. I’m typing out an SOS message when I hear her.
“Callum?”
No, please no.
“Hey.” Chloe sets her hand on my back. “I was wondering where you went. Everything good?”
I close my eyes, willing myself to remain calm and act like everything is normal. If she didn’t tell me about the second interview, there must be a reason.
She’s staying. She’s not going anywhere.
It will all be okay. I repeat the words to myself as I peel my eyes open and look over at her.
She looks much more put together than she did when I watched her walk out of the bathroom, but if I look closely, I can still see the smudge of her lipstick from my kisses.
“Callum?” she says when I don’t respond.
“Yeah.” I clear my throat. “Yeah, sorry. Just got a little hot in there. Too many people for me.”
She smiles. “You always did hate crowds.”
“I did. But I’m good now. Want to head back in?”
There’s a pause, and for a moment, I think she might tell me about the offer from Avery. It seems like for the first time, we’ll lay it all on the line.
But she doesn’t. She just nods, and I lead her back inside, where we spend the night laughing and dancing and pretending everything is okay.
When we crawl into bed several hours later, I pull her close, holding her tight because even if I’m not sure what the future holds, there’s one thing I am certain of—I’m not ready to let her go.