CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
The warmth tucked tight against my front shifts in a suggestive manner to rouse me from a peaceful slumber. My morning wood twitches on impact. Callie moans, pressing her ass into me even harder. Our cuddles are the best part of waking up.
“Fuck, sweetness.” My palm curls around her hip, roaming to splay flat over her stomach. I use that hold to lock us together. “Still dreaming?”
She hums, but doesn’t answer otherwise.
“Is my cock in your pussy? Am I thrusting balls deep? I bet you’re wet for me.”
“Such a romantic,” Callie mumbles.
I grind forward, her crack cradling my dick. “You love me.”
She squirms back into my advance. “I do.”
“This jersey is a cockblock.” I pluck at the thick fabric concealing my easy access.
“Since when?” Her eyes remain shut, but she smiles into the pillow. “It’s more of an aphrodisiac.”
“Only if I can strip you of it.” I drift my hand downward to slip under the hem and cup her bare center.
Callie hisses. “My vagina hurts.”
“Say less, love.” My touch returns to above her waist. “We’ll do a low-strain activity today.”
She peels one eyelid open when I hover the envelope within reach. Excitement brightens her features as she flings into an upright position. “Our next date. What could it be?”
“Only one way to find out.” I pass it over, allowing her to do the honors.
Her nail breaks the seal and she whips out the paper. “Visit Beaver Rush.”
I chuckle. “Excellent choice.”
“As if there’s another option. Is this an actual place or just code for you having breakfast in bed?” She points between her legs.
“My naughty girl catches on quick, but we’ll give your pussy the rest she deserves.” I stretch beside her, several joints popping in the process. “Beaver Rush is a park just down the road. It’s somewhat of a hidden treasure, like the G-spot. Only those willing to work for it will get to enjoy the benefits.”
Callie giggles. “You have a special way with words.”
“It’s part of my appeal.” I wink. “Get dressed and we’ll go.”
She rolls off the mattresses like a limber gymnast. “Yes, sir.”
A rumble rises from my chest. “Or maybe we should stay here.”
“Nope, too late.” Her sexy ass sways toward the bathroom.
The shower turns on a moment later, which has me bolting into action. I knock on the closed door with my knuckle. “Need a hand?”
“I think I can manage,” she calls over the noise.
“Then how about a penis?”
“In my mouth?”
I glance down. My cock is practically begging for the opportunity, tenting my boxers to campsite proportions. “It’s impossible to deny you.”
“Then don’t.”
“Only if you let me eat you in return. Sixty-nine?”
The knob turns and her flushed face appears through a small crack. Steam billows behind her. “My lady bits are on a hiatus.”
“Raincheck?”
Her gaze rakes over my mostly naked form, landing on my insistent dick. She licks her lips. “Absolutely.”
I step back from temptation before lust replaces logic. “If you start moaning my name, I can’t be held responsible for what happens next.”
“Is that a promise?”
My thumb gets clamped between my teeth to stave off a growl. “Dirty girl. Clean yourself up and we’ll be on our way.”
She winks before disappearing from sight. I throw on clothes and force myself out of the bedroom. If I get a look at her dripping wet, all bets are off. Those thoughts cloud my mind as I aimlessly wander around the house. Instinct leads me to the kitchen where I pack a cooler. Soon enough, footsteps come from down the hallway.
“Ready,” Callie announces.
My focus feasts on her as she approaches. A flowy dress tries to hide her figure, but I can easily map every curve. I blindly grab for the keys on the counter and meet her in the foyer. “Stunning as always, sweetness.”
She tilts her chin in invitation. “Thanks, boyfriend.”
I give her the kiss she seeks. “Love you.”
Her sigh puffs against my lips. “I love you more.”
A disgruntled scoff rips from me. “Don’t start with that. It’s not a competition, at least not one you can win.”
She pouts while snagging her purse and camera from the hutch. “But you owe me.”
“Which is why I love you the most.” I escort her outside, pausing while the automatic lock engages.
“I see what you did there,” she scolds half-heartedly.
“To be fair, I warned you.”
Callie’s laughter floats to the cloudless sky. Sunlight dances across her upturned features and I almost trip over my own feet. This woman has no clue how much power she wields over me.
With a palm notched at the base of her spine, I guide her to the truck. She snuggles against me along the way. I gobble the affection as usual, planting several kisses on her forehead. Once she’s situated and buckled, I round the hood and get settled behind the wheel. Her hand is clasped protectively in mine as I turn onto the street.
“This is a scenic route,” she notes while admiring the lush landscape.
My attention veers between her and the nonexistent traffic. “Have you ever thought about learning to drive?”
She peeks over at me. “It holds appeal, but you’re a wonderful chauffeur.”
“I don’t mind taking you wherever you need to go.”
“Precisely,” she chirps. “I’ve become somewhat of a passenger princess.”
“The offer stands if you ever want a private lesson,” I hint.
“Can I sit on your lap? You can work the pedals while I steer.” She leans across the console as if she’s about to hop over.
The tires squeal when I swerve into the opposite lane before getting back on track. “Keep it together, woman. We don’t wanna crash.”
“Just testing your restraint.”
“I think we’ve determined it’s nonexistent whenever you’re involved.”
She squeezes my fingers that are linked with hers. “Your reaction time is stellar too.”
“Which includes a safe arrival.” I pull into the empty lot.
“That was quick.”
“Which is favorable in this situation.” Not sure how much longer I could tolerate her intoxicating scent without unzipping my fly.
Callie waits patiently for me to open her door. A dreamy smile quirks her lips as she allows me to help her down from the cab. I remember to grab the snacks at the last second, and then we’re wandering along the gravel path.
The unmistakable sound of rushing water increases our pace. A break in the trees widens into a grassy expanse. At the edge is a rocky cliff that drops off into the water far below. Across the river is another bluff. That’s where the waterfall cascades down in an endless stream.
“Wow.” Callie’s breathless response is aimed straight ahead.
“Do you approve?”
She nods while shuffling forward. “You pick the best locations.”
My focus follows hers. I’ve stood in this very spot on several occasions. It’s served as an escape more than anything.
Experiencing the natural wonder through her perspective is striking. There are suddenly new sights to see. Purpose and meaning lingers on every surface. Fuck, I’m getting sentimental about Beaver Rush of all places.
“What do you think?” I bring us to a stop where the vantage point delivers from every angle.
“Remember our first kiss?”
“How could I forget?”
She spreads her arms out, letting the wind swirl around her. I move behind her to mirror the pose. Our fingers skim and connect.
“That’s how this is. We’re free to fly and soar and reach new heights,” she says.
I recall her using a similar line on the darkened porch all those nights ago. “Can I copy your answer?”
She giggles. “Yours was way better.”
“Nah, you’ve proven to conquer any challenge. Me included.”
Her eyes find mine. “As if you made it hard for me.”
“No?” I bump my cock into her ass.
“Other than your happy penis.”
I snort. “Happy penis?”
“That sounds like happiness,” she laughs.
The words repeat in my head. “Very fitting.”
“We do fit together quite snugly.” She rubs along my length with precision.
“Sweetness,” I rumble against the blush heating her cheek.
“Oh, right. Ummm… the view is beautiful. There’s something calming about rushing water. I’m very relaxed.” Callie inhales slowly, allowing her eyes to flutter closed.
“Can we take a picture?”
Her startled gaze meets mine. “You’re asking me?”
“Just seems like a moment worth capturing.” Along with all the others.
She bends to retrieve the Instax. “Where should we pose?”
I turn until the waterfall is crashing behind us. “This is what Beaver Rush is known for.”
“Perfect.” Callie tucks herself tight against me and lifts the camera.
My chin rests on her shoulder while I stare at the lens. I see her peeking at me from the corner of her eye. She returns her focus ahead to snap the shot. At the last second, I dip to press a kiss to her cheek.
“Gah,” she complains as the film spits out. “Thought I had you.”
“Can’t make it too easy for you.”
“One of these days, boyfriend.” She wags her finger at me.
“I let you get that one of me in Roosters. Coming for you,” I remind.
A sigh slips from her. “As I recall, I was coming for you that night.”
“That’s my dirty girl. Should we sit?” I lower to the ground and part my legs.
She doesn’t hesitate to collapse in the spot I created for her. I support my weight on one arm, circling the other around her. She accepts the offer to recline against me. We’re quiet for a moment, but I can hear her curiosity burning.
After another minute, her gaze seeks mine again. “What’re you thinking about?”
I reach for her left hand, lifting until her ring finger brushes my mouth. “Can’t wait to marry you.”
“Me?” Her pitch reaches the tallest branches above our heads.
“Do you see another love of my life nearby?”
She elbows me, but there’s no punch behind it. “That’s just very… shocking.”
“And tattooing your name on my chest isn’t?”
“Well…”
“How about calling you my future wife?”
“Yes?”
I chuckle at her apparent confusion. “Didn’t you refer to me as your future husband last night?”
Callie doesn’t bother denying what we both heard loud and clear. “I’m worried something will go wrong. This seems too perfect.”
“That sort of thinking will lead to unnecessary doubt.”
Her lips squish into a pucker meant to tease. “Maybe.”
My hold on her tightens. “Fate is on our side. There are no guarantees. We take what we’re given and be thankful. I’ll never take the gift of you for granted.”
Moisture gathers in her eyes. “Gosh, is this a fairytale?”
I press my forehead to hers. “One of those spicy books you’re reading is probably more accurate.”
“Sexy romance,” she muses. “They end in happily ever after too.”
“The brooding hero can’t believe his luck when the gorgeous virgin deems him worthy of vigorously claiming her before they stroll off into the sunset. Couldn’t write our story better myself.”
Her thighs visibly clench, followed by a loud grumble from her stomach. She covers the noise with a palm. “Yikes. Way to spoil the mood.”
“I need to feed you.”
She scoots backward until her ass once again cradles my cock. “What’s on the menu?”
My fingers clench on her hip. “Naughty girl. Real food.”
She hums. “Worth a shot.”
“I’ll let you have your way with me soon enough.”
“But in the meantime?” Suggestion trickles from her tone.
“Just let me hold you close.”
Callie smiles, snuggling into my embrace. “Only if you promise to never let go.”
“That’s a deal I’ll never refuse, love.”