27. Callie
twenty-seven
Callie
Eli snores softly on the pillow behind me, and I sink deeper into his thick arms as he cradles me tight to his chest in sleep.
My insides are ablaze with a giddy energy that has me wanting to jump out of bed and do a little victory dance.
Before he came back, I spent the hours mentally freaking out and over-analyzing every word he’d spoken to me before he left. Thankfully, I was worried for no reason.
He came back. He’s here, in my bed, holding me. I almost can’t believe it. It’s my fantasy come to life.
Last night, when I opened my eyes to find him watching me at the foot of the bed, I never in my wildest dreams would have imagined him pulling his cock out and jerking off until he came all over my body and claimed me as his. But he did, and it was by far the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
My lips tingle, puffy and swollen from overuse.
After I had confessed to being afraid that he’d disappear by morning, Eli made sure to remind me of his presence and kissed me until we finally fell asleep in the early morning hours. While I could kiss Eli all day for the rest of my life, I think I enjoyed the time we spent talking between kisses, exchanging more stories about our childhoods, and I even convinced him to tell me all about his high school baseball days.
I love learning about him, digging into the many complex facets of his personality. He’s sexy, sweet, and incredibly thoughtful. There’s also this edge to him, lying underneath his cool facade, that I’m dying to meet.
Last night, when Eli walked in on me fingering myself, he dropped his guard and let me experience a taste of a side of him he holds close to his chest. He was a possessive, growly, filthy-talking man. A man possessed with the need to claim me, and I was ten out of ten in favor of letting him own me. But only Eli.
I know he only wants what’s best for me and it shows, so when his possessiveness borders on protectiveness, it’s hot as hell and my body instinctively responds to it.
Eli shifts in his sleep, and his not-so-sleepy cock pokes me in the ass. Not wanting to wake him, I bite my lip and stifle a moan as my core flutters, wanton and in need of relief. This is the second time I’ve woken up in his arms and his morning wood resting between my butt cheeks, and I’m already obsessed. I want this every day.
I’d also prefer he sleep naked so I could act as his alarm clock and slide back onto his cock, lazily riding him until he wakes up and takes control, fucking me hard until he comes deep inside me.
Pushing my naughty thoughts away, I lie still, running my fingers up and down Eli’s forearm as I hum softly to myself. An unfamiliar warmth swells like a helium balloon in my chest, making me feel weightless.
Is this happiness?
“I like waking up to the sound of your voice.” Eli’s inflection is rough, riddled with sleep.
Yep, it’s definitely happiness. “I’m sorry I woke you.”
“Don’t be.” He nuzzles my neck, kissing the sensitive skin behind my ear, sending shivers down my spine. Eli grips my hip with a groan. “I thought I told you to keep still.”
My heart leaps into a gallop as fuzzy electricity hums beneath my skin. Every puff of his breath on my neck activates my hormones, and those unruly rascals are in control as I lift my leg and drop it back over the top of his thigh, then rock back against his hard cock. “It’s not my fault.”
“Behave, princess,” he warns with a delicious growl that’s like fuel to my needy body.
“Tell your dick to behave.” My voice is breathy, and my attempt at snapping back sounds more like teasing.
Eli groans as if his next words pain him to say. “Please don’t talk about my dick right now.”
“But I kind of like talking about your dick.” His cock likes it too as it twitches behind me.
“You are officially banned from saying the word ‘dick’.” He glides his hand up and down my thigh, pushing his shirt higher with every pass.
Arousal gathers between my legs, and without underwear to protect me, it drips down the crease of my thighs.
“Can I say ‘cock’?” I ask with a moan as we grind against each other.
“No. No cock talk,” he grumbles, making me giggle like a schoolgirl. “Fuck. No laughing either.”
“Got it. No cock talk. And no laughing. Anything else?” I roll over to face him and switch the leg draping over his hip. My shirt rides up higher, giving him a peek of the top of my pussy.
Eli’s gaze dips between my legs. “You’re going to be the death of me, princess.” When he lifts his hooded eyes to mine, they glow with lust and possession.
I cup his scruffy cheek and give him a peck on the lips. “What a way to go, though, don’t you think?”
A smirk pulls up his lips as he agrees. “Yeah, princess. I do.”
“Want to try right now?” I punctuate my question with a swivel of my hips, grinding my wet pussy over his covered cock, soaking the fabric between us.
He brings his mouth to mine in a tender, all-lip kiss. Before, the idea of kissing someone with morning breath would turn me off, but everything about Eli has the opposite effect.
He kisses me a little longer before putting space between us. “Let me see your back.”
I bristle at his tone, but there is no stopping Eli when he wants something. It’s a quality I usually find super-hot, but right now, not so much.
He lifts onto his elbow and drags his shirt over my ass. He peers down at my backside and hisses as he takes in the bruising that still covers my butt cheeks and lower back. “Fuck, Callie, baby. You’re still so bruised.” He shakes his head and falls onto his back, taking his heat and his hard cock with him. “It’s not happening. I need you to rest.”
“It doesn’t hurt.” I try placating him, but Eli has already decided.
“Nope.” Eli untangles me from his body and slides out of bed. He searches for his clothes. “You mean too much to me, and if I hurt you, I’d never forgive myself.”
My tummy bubbles in delight at his confession, but the horny vixen in me wants Eli to fuck me already. It’s been weeks of hot and cold between us, not counting the years prior. Plus, I haven’t had sex in so long, my hymen has probably grown back.
I pop up onto my knees. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m fine. Come back to bed.”
He slides on his slacks and glares at me as if I’m an errant child. Without taking his eyes off me, he buttons his pants and slides the zipper, making his point clear. “Calliope.”
“Elijiah.” I place my hands on my hips, lifting the shirt high on my thighs, refusing to back down while tempting him with my body.
He shakes his head again, and I’m afraid it might fall off his neck if he keeps it up. “It’s not happening. I’m going to get us breakfast, and when I return, you better have some damn clothes on.” Eli tugs at his hair, cursing under his breath in frustration as he rushes out the door, leaving me frozen on the bed until the front door slams in the distance.
That man does not know the lengths I will go through to get him to break.
I reach for the burner phone on the bedside table and text my new friends on a group chat.
Callie : S.O.S. Operation: Seduce Eli is in full force. HELP!
Scarlet t: Hell yes! I am loving this *fist emoji*
Emery : *laughing emoji* Poor E has no idea what’s in store for him.
Rylann : E’s back?
Callie : Flew in last night. He kind of caught me in the middle of my self-care session…
Scarlett : AND?! Don’t leave us hanging, Superstar.
Emery : What she said. Spill.
Rylann : …
I chuckle to myself, and tears gather in my eyes as I read the messages from the women who brought me into their circle without a second thought. Their friendship is new to me and yet it feels as old as time. I know, deep down, I can confide in them without judgment and they would keep my secrets safe. I’ve never had this kind of trust before, but I run into it with open arms.
Callie : Let’s just say we took care of ourselves together and kissed. A lot.
Scarlett : Damn. Go, girl!
Emery : *fire emoji* That sounds hot.
Callie : So hot.
Rylann : Does this mean you two are together?
Scarlett : Chill, Rice Cakes. Let the girl get some before you plan their wedding.
Callie : Maybe? Last night, he called me his.
Rylann : For a Miller man, that’s official.
Emery : Might as well be engaged *laughing emoji*
A part of me wants to do a happy dance, but… My fingers fly across the screen.
Callie : Are you sure? This morning, he refused to touch me and ran out of the house like his ass was on fire.
Rylann : You did just fall from twenty feet in the air and spent the night in the hospital. Jace would be crazy protective.
Emery : True.
Scarlett : Buzzkill.
Callie : I swear I feel fine, but there’s still bruising. But no pain.
Scarlett : Then I say go for it.
Emery : Me too.
Rylann : …
Scarlett : Get on board, Rylann!
Rylann : I am on board. I just want Callie to be safe.
Callie : I promise I’ll be safe. And if I feel any discomfort, I’ll call off the operation.
Rylann : Deal. Now, put on the shorts and sports bra from the other day. That will work.
Emery : Oh yeah. Those shorts were hot as fuck. Mason enjoys watching me wear tiny shorts when I do kickboxing. Gets him all riled up.
Scarlett : Tell us when you seal the deal.
Rylann : Scarlett! Stop being so nosy.
Scarlett : Never. TTFN, bitches! All this talk has me revved up, and I need to go find my husband. STAT.
My cheeks flame at her text. I love Scarlett’s lack of filter. I’ve never met anyone like her before.
Emery : I don’t know if it’s the conversation or the baby hormones, but I need to find my husband too.
Rylann : You two are going to make Callie think we are nothing but a group of sexed-up women.
Scarlett : You are pregnant with your third kid. We *are* a group of sexed-up women … with extremely hot husbands who know how to use their dicks just right.
Rylann : Callie, please don’t judge us.
Scarlett : Rylann “I’m a prude” Miller. Do not lie to our new friend. Tell her the truth right fucking now, or I’m going to come over and cock block you.
Rylann : Please don’t. I’m about to pop, and momma needs her fix before this kid gets here and I’m sexless for six weeks. Are you happy?
Scarlett : VERY. Check in with us later, Superstar.
As we say our goodbyes, a plan forms in my head. Leaping off the bed, I rush to my bag and put on the outfit Rylann spoke of before heading for the living room. I slide the coffee table to the side and begin my stretching routine as I wait for Eli to return home.
When I hear the car pull into the driveway, I bend over—pointing my ass towards the front door—and wait.
Here goes nothing.