Chapter 41 Astrid
ASTRID
Time goes by so fast, and before we know it, it’s prom, then graduation, and now high school is behind us, and we’ve got the summer together before we start college in August. I took that job at the interior design company in Burly, and Callan is working with Travis at Travis’s uncle’s construction firm in the city, so we all ride together each day.
But we have our nights and weekends free, and we’re making the most of them.
“I need you,” Callan whispers in my ear from behind. Gripping my waist with one hand, he sweeps my hair aside to plant a slew of hypnotic kisses along my neck. My eyes close briefly as I tilt my head back, welcoming the sun on my face.
It’s a glorious day. Bright and warm with no trace of a cloud in the sky. Perfect for an afternoon barbecue by the pool with our friends.
“You two are nauseating,” Nikki says, her words at odds with the grin on her face.
“Ha! Don’t think you can throw shade at us,” I say. “You and Riley are every bit as free with the PDAs.” They finally got their act together, and they’ve been dating since April.
“We’re still not as bad as you guys.”
On the other side of the pool, the rest of our friends are laughing at something Thor said. The clown is wearing an apron over his swim shorts as he stands at the grill cooking burgers and steaks. Travis is sipping a beer while pretending to help.
“I can’t keep my hands off my gorgeous girlfriend,” Callan supplies in that deep, sexy voice of his that always does amazing things to my insides. “Shoot me if it’s a crime.”
We’ve been inseparable and insatiable since my birthday, having sex any chance we can get.
Thor’s dad travels a lot during the summer months, and Thor joked he’s getting a door plate for the guest room with our names on it because we’ve been staying over so much in the three weeks since school ended.
Daddy isn’t very happy. But I’m eighteen now, and I’m on birth control, and he’ll just have to get used to it.
“Aw, I’m just teasing. You guys are amazing together,” Nikki adds as Riley approaches, holding a beer in one hand and a wine cooler in the other. “I love that we’re all coupled up. This summer is going to be awesome.”
“As long as Gwen and Scott quit with all the nonstop bickering.” Riley kisses his girlfriend before handing over her drink.
“I hope they don’t break up.” Nikki frowns.
“Same.” Callan pulls me back against his body so I feel how hard he is.
I don’t know if it’s normal, but he’s always horny, and he seems to get hard with barely any effort on my part.
Not that I’m one to talk. Some days, I only have to look at him and my panties are wet.
“She’ll be a worse nightmare without him to rein her in. ”
“Hey, don’t say that.” It’s not a very nice thing to say. “They won’t break up. Scott worships the ground she walks on, and he understands she’s grieving. It’s been a lot for her, and we need to be more understanding.”
I won’t deny Gwen has been difficult to deal with lately.
Lashing out and saying hurtful things. Days when she’s depressed are almost worse because she retreats into herself and refuses all interventions.
I suspect she’s drinking a lot, and I’m worried about her.
Gwen’s moods seem to veer crazily, and I wish she’d talk to someone, but she’s still refusing to discuss Mara, and we have an argument every time I broach the subject.
“Babe, everyone has been really understanding. Especially you. I know she’s grieving, but that doesn’t give her an excuse to be a bitch.”
I turn around in his arms and frown. “Don’t be mean.” Callan hasn’t said anything, but I don’t think he’s fond of my best friend. It’s just the sense I get when we’re all together. I think he tolerates Gwen purely for me.
“Callan’s just saying what we all think.” Riley shrugs unapologetically.
“She’s our friend,” Nikki says after taking a sip of her wine cooler. “She’s going through a hard time. Cut her some slack.”
“I don’t want to talk about Gwen.” Callan subtly rolls his hips, and I smother a groan as the hardest part of him meets the softest part of me. His lips brush against the corner of my mouth. “I need to be inside you, beautiful.”
My arms wind around his neck as his hands land on my ass, squeezing me through my cover-up. “It’s not even four. We can’t disappear already. The barbecue is just starting up.”
Thor is hosting a small gathering with just our friends today.
The guys are supposedly grilling while the girls chill out by the pool.
Travis is dating Simone Archer, and they’re a permanent part of our friend group now.
The only couple missing is Scott and Gwen, but she promised me they’d be here after they finish shopping in Burly.
“There’s time for a quickie before we eat.” Callan waggles his brows before grinding his hard-on against me.
I narrow my eyes as my hips thrust against him of their own volition. “You don’t play fair, Irish.”
“Can’t help that I’m addicted to my sexy girlfriend and I need her all the time.”
“We’ll get shit for this.”
He smirks, flipping his hair out of his eyes. “Do I look like I care?” He swats me on the ass before taking my hand and leading me inside. Whoops and hollers follow us, and I already know my cheeks will be flaming when we rejoin the gang.
Callan sits me on the counter in the downstairs bathroom before flipping the lock on the door.
“You’re so bad,” I say when he settles between my thighs. “Thor will go apeshit if he realizes we fucked in his bathroom.”
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Callan spreads my thighs wide and slides my bikini bottoms to one side, plunging two fingers inside me. “Someone’s been holding out on me,” he teases, nipping at my jawline as he drives his fingers in and out of my cunt. “You’re fucking drenched, baby.”
“Have you seen yourself today?” I arch my neck, granting him greater access to my skin.
He’s wearing black swim shorts with black slides and nothing else.
His skin is tan from weeks spent outdoors, and his muscles ripple and flex with every tiny movement.
My friends’ boyfriends are toned, but no one in town compares to my man.
Callan is ripped with a capital R and so fucking hot.
I’ve been salivating over him the entire time we’ve been here, and this hookup was always inevitable.
He grabs one boob, kneading my soft flesh before flicking my nipple, causing me to cry out.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he purrs in my ear before untying my bikini top and releasing the girls.
“I love these,” he adds, yanking the top of my cover-up down to reveal my bare breasts.
His mouth lowers, and my core pulses with abject need when his lips close over one nipple while he continues to finger my pussy.
“Thought you said this was a quickie.” I grab his shoulders for support as my inner walls squeeze his fingers.
“It’s virtually impossible with you. I always want to touch and lick every part of you.”
“Don’t wimp out now, Irish. They’ll be banging on the door in ten minutes if we’re not back outside.”
Callan steps back, staring at me with darkened pupils as he shoves his swim shorts down his legs and wraps his hand around his erection.
“Remember you asked for this,” he warns, holding my bottoms to one side as he lines his cock up at my entrance.
“Hold on, beautiful. I’m about to fuck you like I hate you. ”
I scream when he slams inside me, and he grins as he grips my hips and fucks me as if his life depends on it.
I cling to him, dropping kisses on his chest and wrapping my legs around his trim waist as he drives into me with fast, deep thrusts I feel all over.
My body jolts with every powerful drive, and I’m already cresting that high.
Callan grunts, plowing into me, and when he vigorously rubs my clit, I shatter, falling apart in the most blissful way.
He follows almost instantly, kissing my face and my neck as he pants and says how much he loves me while continuing to fuck me as he deposits his seed inside me.
It takes us a minute or two to recapture our breath.
“Every time just gets better and better,” he rasps, cradling me against him.
“I understand why people get addicted to sex.” I briefly squeeze my eyes shut and hug him to me.
Words don’t exist to describe how incredible it feels to be connected to him like this.
Tilting my head back, I grip his ass to hold him inside me when I feel him withdrawing.
“You’re everything to me, Callan. You’re my everything. ”
“I’m so lucky you’re mine.” His eyes swim with the depth of his feelings. “I love you so much, Astrid.” He rests his forehead against mine just as someone pounds on the door.
“Babe,” Renee says. “Sorry to interrupt, but I have Gwen on the line. She’s crying, and she won’t talk to anyone but you.”
A muscle clenches in Callan’s jaw as I lower my legs and he pulls out. “Give me a sec,” I call out, hurrying to fix my clothes while Callan yanks his shorts back up.
I open the door with a flourish and grab my cell, uncaring what I must look like after that thorough fucking. “Gwen. What’s wrong?”
“Azzie, I need you.” She sobs hysterically.
“Where are you?” I glance up at Callan as he watches me. Renee is propped against the wall outside, also listening.
“I got arrested.”
My eyes pop wide, and Callan straightens up.
“What? Why?”
“For shoplifting.” Her cries accelerate, and I wait for her to calm down. “Can you come get me?” she pleads.
I wonder where the fuck Scott is that he can’t come rescue her, but if my bestie needs me, I’m there. “Of course. Tell me where you are.”