30. Eli
thirty
Eli
I take one last look around, and the tension in my shoulders eases. At the instruction of my sister-in-law, Emery, who is a party planner and marketing genius, and with the help of my brothers, Jace and Mason, we have turned the backyard into a private dinner space.
It looks amazing. A tent, which I never would have thought to use, covers the deck, keeping the space private and intimate. Various shades and styles of purple fabrics drape from side to side, making the space feel warm and welcoming. Battery-operated votive candles of various sizes cover the deck railings, covered hot tub, tables, and floor, brightening the space.
“And we’re done.” Mason hangs the last line of Edison lights in the far corner of the tent before climbing down the ladder.
“Thanks, Mase.” I adjust the white and purple flower centerpiece on the patio table. It’s covered in lavender linens, white plates, silverware, crystal water, and champagne glasses, bringing Emery’s vision to life. It cost a pretty penny, but I owe her one. She had everything delivered and planned out in a couple of hours.
Emery wanted to help, but Mason made her go to Jace and Rylann’s place to help Callie get ready, aka rest her pregnant feet. He’s an overprotective soon-to-be poppa. I love seeing him like that. He’s changed so much this past year, and it makes me so damn proud to see him come out of his shell.
The ice from the bucket crunches as Jace places a bottle of apple cider inside, since Callie doesn’t drink while she’s working. “It looks good, E.”
“I think so too. What do you think?” I look over my shoulder toward my nephew Rhys, who is sitting in the corner playing the guitar Callie bought him.
When I told her to use my card, I didn’t realize that meant buying my nephew a new instrument and all the accessories that come with it.
Rhys pops his head up mid-strum. “Looks good, Uncle E.” He doesn’t bother looking around before returning to playing the guitar, moving his fingers like Callie showed him.
“I don’t know whether to thank your girl or reprimand her for being another person in this family who panders to the little punk’s every desire,” Jace grumbles. I laugh at his fake ire.
He pretends to be bothered by our spoiling Rhys, but we all know he fucking loves it. Rhys wasn’t always around, and I think in some ways we all want the kiddo to know how much we love him and never want to miss another moment of his life.
“Give her a break. She needs something to do while she’s here, and Rhys can’t help being cute as fuck. He’s a Miller man. Ladies love us.”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of.”
Mason joins us, watching Rhys play. “He’s a quick learner.”
“He is. I don’t know what I’m going to do when Callie leaves. Rhys is going to be heartbroken.” Jace sighs. I can hear the concern in his voice.
I slap him on the back. “I wouldn’t worry. Callie has a soft spot for our boy. She’ll probably set up video chats with him to keep up his lessons.”
Jace rubs at the spot on his sternum with a smile. “You think?”
“I know. She’s got a good heart like that. If anyone should worry, it’s me. I’ll be competing for her time with an eight-year-old.”
Mason and Jace burst out laughing, drawing Rhys’s attention.
“Don’t worry, Uncle E. I won’t steal your girl.” The little turd winks at me like his dad and goes back to strumming his guitar.
“Christ, I’m in trouble,” Jace groans as Mason keels over, laughing.
“What are you laughing at?” I ask.
Mason wipes his face. “Nothing, just loving this whole thing. I thought I was in trouble with Emery, but that kid…” He points to Rhys. “He has it bad for your lady.”
“Well, he can’t have her. Do you hear me, you little punk? Callie is mine. Find your own girl.” I holler Rhys’s way.
The punk rolls his eyes at me as my brothers laugh at my expense.
“Alright, enough of this. Time to get ready. Thank you, guys, for the assist.”
Jace wraps me up in a bro hug, slapping my back. “Anything for you, E. You’ve stood by us during our lowest times. The least we can do is help you at one of your highest. I’m thrilled for you, brother. Callie is a great girl. Maybe even too good for you.”
“Don’t I know it,” I agree.
Mason gives me a pat on the shoulder. “It’s been fun, but I’m out. Hope your date goes well. I don’t want any details, but Cam texted earlier and he said to, and I quote, ‘text all the dirty details later’.”
Cam’s team is going to the playoffs, and if I know him, he’s suffering from a giant case of FOMO. Little brothers hate missing out. Most specifically, Cam hates missing out.
“Sure, I’ll get on that,” I deadpan as Mason grabs the ladder and carries it out of the tent for me before taking off.
“Alright, kiddo, it’s time for us to get out of here.” Jace playfully jostles his son’s hair.
Rhys places the strap of his guitar over his head and slides his pick on the fret strings like Callie showed him. “See you later, Uncle E.”
“See you, mini Jace.”
Rhys beams at me as Jace puffs out his chest with so much love and pride. He is such a wonderful dad. I hope, someday, I’m as good a father as he is.
“Oh and, E?” Jace grins widely. “I left you a present on the counter. Hope you enjoy it.” He shoots me a wink and guides Rhys out the door.
Curious, I head inside and rush through cleaning up my beard before I hop into the shower to wash up. Try as I may, I can’t help but conjure up images of a naked, dripping-wet Callie standing where I am now.
My dick hardens, but I ignore the horny bastard. The next time I come is going to be inside Callie’s tight, wet pussy as I fuck her through orgasm after orgasm while she screams my name.
My balls tighten in excitement. I’m always on edge where Callie is concerned, but today was … next level. When I saw her drop into those splits, I knew there was no way to keep my dick in my pants tonight. It’s been hard enough with her teasing the fuck out of me. The stretches, the touches, her boobs in my face. Waking up to her pushing her ass into my morning wood as she hums her song. The “oops, I forgot my towel” act. I know that act came from Rylann. Jace told me all about her little trick back in Hawaii.
Callie’s got me hanging on by a thread.
I speed through the rest of my routine, blasting myself with cold water before climbing out of the shower. It does nothing to calm my raging hard-on, but I don’t mind. The more I prolong my pleasure, the better it’s going to be later with Callie.
Excitement courses through my body like electricity, humming and vibrating through every cell, as I dry off and brush my teeth. Dropping my towel, I grab a pair of dark-blue jeans and a black dress shirt from my suitcase. I swoop my hair back, spritz myself with a small amount of cologne, and slide on my black boots.
I live in a suit for work—it’s all Callie usually sees me in—so, tonight, I want to be more myself. She’s mentioned once or twice how she enjoys seeing me in normal clothes.
I run my sweaty hands down my thighs as my excitement turns into apprehension. I’ve never been nervous about a date before, but this isn’t just any other date. This is a date with Callie. The girl of my dreams. The woman I have been wanting and pushing away for years. This date means everything. It’s the start of forever.
The doorbell rings, pulling me out of my head. Perfect timing .
I check my phone for any important work messages. Aside from a few missed calls from an unknown caller, there’s nothing urgent, so I slip my cell into my back pocket along with my wallet and the keys to my rental.
As expected, the food delivery guy is waiting for me with my dinner order. I grab the bags, tip the guy, and send him on his way before putting the hot food in the warm oven.
I ordered tacos from Rylann’s favorite place, The Blue Cantina. I played with the idea of ordering something fancy but thought better of it. Callie doesn’t like fussy food. Even before we started spending time together, I knew this about her. She complained about the food the entire time we attended a charity event last year. She thought it was ridiculous to spend thousands of dollars on pretentious food instead of donating money directly to charity. It pissed Silla off to no end, but I loved hearing Callie’s complaints. Of course, I hid my approval underneath the angry scowl I flashed her way, shutting her up. She looked so dejected for the rest of dinner that I left early. I fucking hated myself so much for making her feel like shit.
I exhale a deep breath. Tonight is all about rewriting the past and showing Callie my true feelings, even though my girl stole the words from me this morning. My eyes catch on the black velvet jewelry box that brings a smile to my lips. Callie might have said the words first, but I’m about to show her just how much I mean them.
Sitting next to the velvet box is a white paper bag. I grab the bag and dig inside, pulling out an all-too-familiar box.
A flashback of me slapping Jace in the chest with a box of condoms makes me chuckle. He obviously didn’t use them. I place the box of rubbers back in the bag and shake my head.
I’m not using those if I don’t have to. If my girl lets me, I’m definitely fucking her bare tonight. And if I knock Callie up, well, I’m okay with that. My dick agrees, jerking to life in my pants.
Grabbing the bouquet of purple blooms I bought for Callie off the counter, I walk out the door with an extra pep in my step, ready to get to my girl.
The door flies open before I knock. I glance down to find Rhys staring up at me with his arms crossed and a very serious expression on his face.
“Hey, buddy.” I hold my knuckles out for him to bump, but he stays frozen in the doorway.
“Can I help you with something?” he asks, his tone formal.
I bite back a smile. There is nothing formal about him as he wears his LA Evaders pajamas and baseball slippers—another gift from Cameron.
“Why yes, I am here to pick up a beautiful woman for a date. Maybe you know her. Callie Wright?”
He rubs his chin, just like my brother does. When I said “mini Jace” earlier, I meant doppelg?nger. “Hmm. What are your intentions with Miss Callie?”
I can hear a round of chuckles from the living room. “Well, let’s see. I’d like to feed her and talk to her. Maybe have some dessert. Do I have your permission?”
“I don’t know. It might cost you.”
I bark a laugh as Jace grunts, “Christ . ”
Rylann comes waddling over and shoves Rhys out of the way. “You went off script, kiddo. Get out of here.”
He takes off down the hall with a laugh, shouting, “Sorry, not sorry.”
Rylann winces and rubs her hands over her stomach. She looks tired from all the excitement today. “Sorry, E. Jace thought that would be funny.”
“It was until the turd tried to shake me down.”
“Yeah, he’s a stinker like that, but he won’t bother us anymore. He’s playing on the computer with Scarlett’s girls in the office.” Rylann giggles as she waves me inside. “Come inside. Callie will be out in a second. Scarlett made her wait for the big reveal.”
I make my way toward the chattering voices in the den to find Jace holding baby Sariah as he talks to Mason and Levi, who is holding one of his twin boys on each knee. Scarlett and Emery are on the couch, still wearing the wigs they showed up in when they came to pick up Callie, chatting about who knows what.
The girls took their job seriously when they promised to protect my girl. They all hardly know Callie, and yet they’ve made her feel welcome and accepted.
My heart squeezes with so much love for the group of people sitting in my brother’s living room as I greet them. The room falls silent, and the hair on the back of my neck tingles with the shift in energy.
Callie.
I turn to face her and the air is ripped from my lungs at the sight of her gorgeous face. She is breathtaking in a nude spaghetti strap dress that would be transparent if not for the delicate purple flowers in various shades covering her breasts and torso. A twist of embroidery-looking rope encircles her waist, leading to an airy, gauze-like fabric skirt that falls right above her knee.
I take it back. Callie is fucking stunning.
Her hair is pinned back, but the loose curls framing her face make her look regal, as does the light coating of make-up on her eyelids, cheeks, and lips. It’s all sparkly and neutral. She looks like a fairy princess come to life.
“Hey,” Callie whispers with a soft, shy smile.
A simple “Hey,” is all I croak out as my brain fizzles, lost in a Callie haze. She’ is so fucking pretty. All I want to do is rush to her, wrap my arms around her, and kiss her. “You’re breathtaking.”
“Thank you.” Her cheeks
“Aww… Ow!” Rylann lets out an almost guttural growl as she bends over, and a splash of water hits the floor between her legs. “Oh, shit.”
I slide Callie to the side as Jace leaps over the couch to get to his wife. “Fuck, Sunshine. Your water broke.”
Callie shoves me out of the way and grips my sister-in-law’s hand. “Oh my god, Rylann, are you okay? What can I do to help?”
There’s a flurry of commotion around us as Scarlett and Emery gather the hospital go bag. Jace barks orders at Levi to get Rhys. Mason, who is holding Sariah, is told to call all the grandparents.
“You can”—Rylann grips Callie’s wrists as she breathes through a contraction—“go on your date and then tell me all about it when you come to visit us at the hospital tomorrow. It takes a couple of hours to have a baby.”
“Are you sure?” Callie asks, worried.
“She’s sure,” Jace interrupts, taking Rylann’s hands. “Come on, Sunshine. Let’s go have a baby.”
“Let’s go have a baby,” Rylann whispers with a loving smile. She gazes up at Jace, and tears prick my eyes.
The love coming off them as they stare at each other is palpable. A shred of jealousy hits me in the chest as I watch Jace bend and lift Rylann into his arms before carrying her out the door.
I look over to find Callie wiping away a tear before her gaze lands on mine. My mind molds the picture, replacing Jace and Rylann with me and Callie, her stomach swollen with our baby as we lovingly stare at each other and share a kiss before we welcome our son or daughter into the world.
Fuck, I can see it all, and I can’t wait for that to be us.
Cheeks flushed pink, Callie grins at me like she can see what I’m thinking. My throat swells, and I choke back my tears.
“I know that face,” Scarlett croons, making us all laugh. “Why don’t you two lovebirds head out? We’ve got this covered.” Scarlett nudges Callie in my direction, urging her to move. “Please go do all the things I would do if I wasn’t on babysitting duty.”
Callie laughs as she approaches. Her sweet flowery scent fills my nose, and my heart thunders in my chest.
I lift the bouquet I forgot I was holding and hand it to her. “These are for you.”
Callie brings the flowers to her nose and sniffs. “Thank you. They’re beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful.” I kiss her cheek.
We say our goodbyes, and I lead her out of the house to our waiting chariot. I open the door for her to slide inside the car. Both of us are silent as I drive back to Cam’s house.
I pull into the driveway and turn off the ignition. “That was exciting,” I huff, the tension in my shoulders dissipating.
Callie chuckles, and the sweet sound fills me with warmth. I love hearing her melodic laugh.
“It really was.” Callie places her hand on my thigh, shooting me in the heart with her dark eyes as they happily sparkle in the deep-orange sunset. “I really like your family.”
“Good, because they really like you too. Probably more than they like me.”
“Probably. You can be kind of a dick sometimes,” she retorts with a laugh.
“Ouch.” I feign hurt, clutching my chest. “I’m going to remember that, princess. Now, stay put.”
I hop out of the car, make my way to her door, open it, and help her out. Callie clutches her bouquet in one hand as I wrap the delicate fingers of her other around the crook of my arm as I lead her to the door. Pressing my thumb to the reader, I unlock the house and freeze with my hand on the knob.
“This probably isn’t your typical first date, but with everything going on, I can’t exactly take you out and show you a proper time.”
Callie places her hand on mine, stopping me from opening the door. “I’m going to love anything you did for me because it’s you.”
This woman.
A part of me hates that I waited so long to make her mine, but the other part of me is grateful. I wasn’t ready then like I am now. We needed time to grow, and I needed time to realize I’d be nothing without her. I was already getting there before the accident, but that moment catapulted me over the edge.
I brush her cheek with my fingertip, which sends shivers down her spine. “Close your eyes, princess.”
Without question, her eyes flutter closed, her long lashes brushing the very top of her cheeks. I bend at the knee and scoop her into my arms. She yelps, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.
The flowers in her hand hit me on the back of the head. “Oof.”
“Sorry,” Callie snorts. “But that’s what you get. You scared me. You could have lifted me before I closed my eyes and it made my stomach dip.”
“No way. Now you know how I feel every time I look at your beautiful face.”
“You’re cute.” Callie kisses my neck and rests her head on my shoulder as I carry her bridal style into the house. Visions of doing this on our wedding night assault me. Callie in a sexy white dress, my ring on her finger… Fuck, Calliope Miller has a nice ring to it.
“You’re not alone, you know?” she says, snapping me out of my daydream.
“I’m not?” I gently toss the flowers on the counter as I march toward the patio and slide the door open to step out. The fresh scent of flowers fills the air.
Callie shakes her head. “Nope. Feels like I’m falling every time you look at me and smile.”
“Fuck,” I groan.
“Hopefully later,” she teases.
My cock stiffens, and I slide her down my body, making sure she knows exactly what she does to me. A sexy whimper escapes her lips as I place her on her feet and pull her back flush to my chest.
“Open your eyes, Cal,” I whisper in her ear.
She gasps as she takes in the light-filled tent with purple fabrics and flowers hanging everywhere—a fairyland for my fairy princess.
Callie steps out of my arms and spins in a circle, taking in the decorated tent. “Wow. This is … gorgeous.”
“You’re gorgeous.”
She turns to face me and grabs my wrists. Her eyes shine with unshed tears. “You did all this for me?”
“I’d do anything for you.”
Lifting onto her tiptoes, Callie kisses my chin. Bending my knees, I grip her neck and press my lips to hers in a searing kiss. Electricity snaps and bolts through my veins, bouncing around like a pinball, as our mouths and tongues come together. She tastes like sweet mint and mine. I tangle my tongue around hers in a slow, sensual dance that I never want to end. When we break apart, Callie’s lips are swollen and cherry pink.
I kiss her forehead and lead her to the table, where I pull out her chair. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Are you hungry?”
Callie smiles. “I could eat.”
“I’ll be right back.” I flash her a flirty wink and rush inside to grab the food.
It takes me two trips, but when I lift the lids off the food and am greeted with Callie’s glee, I know I made the right choice with dinner. As we tuck into the tacos, Callie enthusiastically chats my ear off, telling me about her time with the girls and Scarlett’s silly antics. I’ve never seen her look so damn happy.
This moment, her smile, is going to be burned into my brain forever. There is nothing I want more than to make sure she stays this happy. In fact, I’m going to make it my life’s goal to keep her smiling.
“What’s that look for?” Callie bops my nose with her finger.
“What look?”
She sighs. “You do that a lot, you know?”
“Do what?” I bite back a smile.
“Answer my question with a question.”
“I do?”
“Stop it.”
I grip her wrist as she swats at my chest and bring her hand to my lips, kissing it. She sighs again, longer and louder, biting that sexy lip of hers as her eyes shine. I bet if I looked at myself, I’d be looking at her the same way she’s looking at me—with big-ass hearts in my eyes.
I brush my thumb over her mouth. “How are you so fucking beautiful?”
“You’re pretty handsome yourself there, Mr. Miller.”
I groan. “Oh, baby. Say it again.”
Callie grins. “Hmm. I think I should save it for later.”
“Probably for the best, princess.” I lean over and press a kiss to her soft lips. Lips I can’t get enough of because they taste so damn good. The last set of lips I’m going to kiss because she’s it for me. “I got you a little present.”
“You did?”
“I did.” I pull Callie out of her chair and place her onto my lap, draping her legs over mine.
The skirt of her dress falls open, revealing a slit up the side of her left leg, teasing me with the supple golden skin of her upper thigh. I can’t wait to have her thighs wrapped around my head.
“Just so you know, I don’t need presents, but since I haven’t received one in years…” She puts her palms up in the air and wiggles her sexy ass over my dick, bringing him to life. “Gimme.”
Callie’s so fucking cute. Even though her admission cuts me deep, her joy at the idea of receiving a present heals the wound she unwittingly inflicted. I plan to mend the wounds she carries in her heart with a million presents because I’m going to spoil the shit out of her. My princess deserves the world served to her on a silver platter.
“This is the first of many.” I pull out the black velvet box I slipped into my pocket while getting the food and place it on the table in front of us. My heart stutters, and my breaths come out quicker as I open the lid.
Nestled inside the velvet box lies a delicate gold double rope chain connected by an O ring in the front and a screw lock in the back. Hanging in the center of the ring is a blue diamond encrusted bluebird.
Callie’s sharp intake of breath worries me. Does she hate it?
She gently runs a finger over the custom-made necklace I designed to match the gold band she wears on her thumb. “It’s beautiful.” Callie breaks the silence first, as she fiddles with the bluebird. “Is it permanent?”
Her question catches me off guard. Does she know what this necklace represents?
“Yes.”
She hums, her eyes on the glittering bluebird. “I’ve read about these before.”
“You have?”
A slow smile spreads across her face as she stares at the necklace. “Yes. I overheard some of Ian’s friends talking about this club back in LA. It’s an underground sex club—”
A growl rumbles in my chest as anger courses through me. I will fucking kill Ian West if he took my girl to some seedy fucking club and touched her after I warned him not to lay a finger on her.
Callie cups my cheeks in her hands, soothing the beast in me. She looks a little too happy at my response, but I let it slide when she kisses me, diffusing the red haze that consumes me. “Relax, Eli. I didn’t go with Ian to the club. I never even kissed him. Happy?”
“Extremely,” I grunt. It’s fucked up to admit, especially since Callie and I weren’t together then, but I am motherfucking ecstatic. Overjoyed. My heart does backflips behind my ribs. I’m so damn happy nothing happened between her and Ian. He can continue to live. “I was about to call in ten favors to get his ass fired from that stupid fucking vampire show.”
Callie throws her head back and laughs. “You’re so cute when you get jealous.”
“Glad you think so.” Encasing her ribcage in my palms, I twist her around so she’s straddling my hips. She wraps her hands around my neck and toys with the hair on the back of my neck. Every twirl of her finger simultaneously calms me and sends a jolt of blood straight to my cock, making me harder.
I kiss her again, deeper, letting my tongue explore her mouth. Her kisses are a balm to the jealous beast in me.
When we break apart, she searches my face to decipher my mood. “Are you calm enough to let me finish my story?”
Fighting the smile that wants to split my face, I nod and slide my hands down her back to cup her ass. I’m still worried about any lingering pain she might experience, so I keep my grip light. “I am.”
“As I was saying, I heard them talking and it got me really curious. Not in going to the club, but in the lifestyle, I guess. So, I went down the internet rabbit hole, learning about kinks, S it’s the control. Being in control of my partner’s pleasure gets me off. Edging, telling my partner what to do in bed, the sexual exchange of power… It’s fucking hot.
“You’re not?” she whispers.
I slide Callie forward, pressing her heat over my cock. “Hell no. I never want to hurt you, princess. I want to worship you.”
My girl’s worry dissolves like her body does in my arms. “Worship me, huh?”
“All. Night. Long.” I nip at her lip then lick the spot with my tongue.
“So, then you’re not a Master/servant or bondage Dom?”
I smirk at her. She really did her homework.
I shake my head. “No. The proper term would be Dominant lover. Do you know what that means?”
She shakes her head, but the way she leans forward, rubbing her tits against my chest, lets me know she’s intrigued.
“It means I get off on being the sole person providing your sexual pleasure and gratification. You will be mine to dominate in the bedroom. I will control all of your orgasms—how you get them, when you get them, how many you receive.”
Callie’s thighs spasm, and the heat between her legs turns into an inferno.
“If I wear the necklace, does it mean I’m your sub?”
“It can mean whatever you want it to mean.” When I bought the necklace, the only thing I had in mind was to show Callie how devoted I am to her. To us.
“Can you tell me what it means? How would you define our relationship?” she asks, her voice soft, timid, vulnerable.
I love this side of her, when her walls are down and her heart is open. She’s so used to having to wear armor to protect herself, to keep everyone out in fear of consequences, but she doesn’t have to worry anymore. I’ve got her. She will never have to fight alone again.
The necklace represents my love and support. Callie is in her own stratosphere. She’s on the cusp of her career, and I will never take that away from her. I meant it when I said I will support her, no questions asked.
“It means you’re mine, princess. I don’t share. Ever. In the bedroom, I’m in charge. I will fuck you whenever and however I want.”
Callie moans low in her throat.
I lick a line up her neck, press my lips to her pulse point, and gently suck. “When we’re not in the bedroom, I’m just Eli and you’re just Callie. We’re a team. I’m going to take care of you at all costs. Sometimes, that means letting me take the lead. Other times, I’m going to stand at your side, supporting you, or behind you, lifting you up.”
“If I’m yours, would you be mine?”
“What part of ‘I’m obsessed with you’ did you not understand?” I grip her throat and gently squeeze. Her heartbeat flutters in her veins under my thumb.
“Elijiah,” she whimpers my name as her eyes shine in desperate need of an answer. This is unfamiliar territory for her too, and as badly as I need the words, so does she.
“I’m already yours, Calliope.”
“Will you put it on me?”
My cock jumps, knowing my collar will be around her neck, claiming her as mine forever.
Without taking my eyes off her, I grip the necklace with my free hand and dangle it between us. “Are you sure?”
“So sure. I want to be yours.”
I take the necklace and grip both ends, circling the cool metal around her neck before slipping the key into the square clasp with a click. From my back pocket, I withdraw the screwdriver and hold it between us.
She nods, presses her hands on my chest, and leans forward, giving me space to insert the special tool into the screw and twist, locking it into place.
Leaning back, I finger the bluebird at her throat then loop my finger in the O ring, giving it a little tug. “So beautiful.” I place a chaste peck on her lips. “So mine.”
I crush my mouth to hers in a possessive kiss. It goes on and on, my dick raging behind my zipper as Callie grinds herself against me.
“Eli?” she pants as I attack her neck with nips and licks.
“Yeah, Callie?” I mumble into her neck as I bite the space between her neck and shoulder.
“Oh god,” she whimpers as her fingers dig into the tops of my shoulders.
I slide my hands up under her dress and my thumbs dangerously close to her pussy.
She bucks her hips, searching for the friction that will only come when I’m ready to give it to her. “Please.” Callie begs, swiveling her bottom.
I can feel her arousal soaking my jeans. “Please what, princess?”
She drops her head onto my shoulder with a gasp as she rolls her hips over my hard cock. “Please, fuck me. I want you. No, I need you inside me right now.”