Chapter 3
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I’m no stranger to casual hookups, especially after things “ended” with Ellison, but I have to admit, picking someone up at a baby shower is a first.
He’s gorgeous with dark hair that’s messy and looks intentionally styled that way.
I recognize him immediately.
Cal Spence.
The way he eyed me with interest and zero recognition makes me believe that Ellison hasn’t told him about me—or what I asked her.
That makes this a bad idea.
But he’s already gone by the time I run through the mental gymnastics of whether we should or shouldn’t get involved, and now there’s nothing to do but find him.
And explain.
Glancing at Ellison and the rest of the party, I wipe my palms on my slacks, standing as nonchalantly as I can before pushing my chair in. I look around one more time and then follow the same path Cal has taken toward the house, keeping my steps slow and unhurried.
Like I don’t have a care in the world.
Funny how the idea of talking to Cal is somehow more intimidating than fucking him fast and hard while partygoers discuss baby names and nursery themes.
Sticking to the shadows, I cut across the yard and make my way up the porch steps, not hesitating to turn the doorknob and push my way inside.
It’s quiet, but I can hear his footsteps on the hardwood and see his retreating form move down the hall.
And I follow, both of us ducking inside the bathroom without a word. It’s dark, my eyes taking a minute to adjust as the lock engages with an audible click.
“I’m—” I start, but he cages me in with his body, my back pressed against the wall, narrowly avoiding the towel bar.
“Sexy as hell,” his voice says, masculine and gravelly as his mouth slants over mine in a way that’s possessive and so damn hot.
The kiss is intense, demanding in a way I’ve never had before with swipes of his tongue and nips of his teeth, as he trails kisses down the column of my throat.
“I should tell you—”
“Maybe later,” he says, sucking the skin at the notch of my collarbone, his fingers already working my belt and slacks open.
Fuck, this is nice.
I like the way he’s taking charge—the way he’s made me feel more in this casual interaction than I have in a long time.
“God, that feels good,” I tell him as his hand wraps around my cock, stroking me slowly but firmly as I press my palm against the bulge in his pants. He grunts, his hips thrusting into my touch.
He’s big—even through the fabric I can tell—and it has me fumbling to have him in my hand. He chuckles when the zipper gets snagged in my haste, his breath hot against my neck before I finally pull him free.
His grip tightens as he takes my mouth in a bruising kiss, my fingers wrapped around his length as every nerve ending in my body lights up.
The sensation is wild—the anticipation that we’re both barreling toward the edge.
I work him faster, noting all the grunts and moans that spill from his lips, because I’ll definitely be thinking about this later.
Fuck.
I wish we had more time.
He might be dominating this little encounter, but if I had it my way, he’d be bent over the sink with his pants around his ankles while I filled him—used him for my pleasure while giving him his own.
“Son of a—” I manage, reaching between us and wrestling my shirt up enough to not ruin it as I come hard and violently, cum painting my stomach.
He follows right after, and since there’s no sense in both of us being a mess, I press the head of his dick against my skin and relish as the hot sticky liquid joins mine.
It’s strangely erotic, and for the first time since we stepped in here, I wish I could see his face. Does he still want me as badly as I want him?
If jacking each other off was like that, I can only imagine what would happen if we had more time and space.
“Well, that was a first,” he says wryly, and even in the dark I can see the corner of his mouth tipping up into a sexy grin.
“Hooking up with a stranger in a bathroom?”
“Hooking up with a stranger in a bathroom at a baby shower,” he amends and I snort, missing his heat as he takes a step back. “I’m going to turn the light on so I can clean you up.”
“Such a gentleman.”
“I can be when the occasion calls for it.” His tone is amused and I like this playful exchange.
A second later, a soft light comes from the vanity and I’m struck again by the gorgeous man in front of me with his messy dark hair that I regretfully didn’t run my fingers through.
He’s just grabbed the box of tissues when the sound of the front door banging shut interrupts the quiet.
Oh, shit.
My eyes are wide as they meet his, the easygoing expression he’d worn now replaced with slight unease as the footsteps grow closer.
Fuck.
“Hurry up, boys.” I recognize the voice immediately as Cal’s eyelids flutter closed and his head tips toward the ceiling. “Y’all aren’t that stealthy, and I need to pee.”
I sigh and take the tissues from his hand, knowing there’s no delaying the inevitable.
Because I can’t make a pregnant lady wait.
And more than that…I can’t make Ellison wait.
I just hope this didn’t blow my chance with Cal.
No pun intended…