CHAPTER 5
ANDI
I’m a walking zombie. Not only did I get to help Amelia through her labor and delivery, but I got to help with the babies afterward too.
Mason and Kyson are perfect little replicas of their older brother and their dad.
Dark, almost black hair covers their heads, and each of them has those sky-blue eyes.
Kyson is the younger by only four minutes, but they’re so identical the nurses are already saying they’ll get mixed up. Amelia and I can tell the difference. Kyson has a tiny dimple in his chin, just like his mama.
Amelia and Striker needed some time with their two little boys, and Jude wanted to make it to soccer camp tomorrow morning. He’s on spring break, like me.
We walk up to a classic, standard-cap pickup, with Callum’s hand against my back.
“We aren’t all going to fit in that,” I say nervously. “Maybe we can get a ride with Gambit and Franci.” I glance around but don’t see their vehicle in the lot.
“They left a bit ago. We’ll fit. Don’t worry.”
Callum unlocks the driver’s door and holds it open for me. Jude climbs into the passenger side and buckles up. As I slide across the seat, I realize I’ll have to spread my legs around the shifter. Callum’s hands are going to be so close to my crotch, and I’m still in a dress.
I put my hair up in a bun, and during the delivery, Keighley got me a set of scrubs. I changed back into my dress when we were getting ready to leave. I wish I could’ve asked for them now.
“Shit, forgot you were in a skirt, baby,” Callum says, and Jude looks over to us. So much for keeping us on the down-low. I’ll have to talk to Jude later.
“It’s okay, Cowboy. I’ll be fine.”
But I’m so not fine.
As soon as he starts the truck and shifts into gear, his hand rests on my bare thigh. His fingers graze the edge of my skirt, and my panties dampen. I bite my lip, trying not to moan in the dark.
Glancing at Jude, I see he’s staring out the window. We’re sitting so close, I’m sure he knows Callum has his hand on me.
The twenty-minute drive feels like it takes forever. I have no hope of sleep tonight. I’m so turned on.
When we pull into the neighborhood, Jude finally perks up. “That dark house over there is the one I was telling you about, Cowboy.” He points across the street, down toward the cul-de-sac at the end of the road.
In the dark, with the streetlights spaced so far apart, all I can make out is a large white house behind a white automatic fence. It looks like a barn sits behind it.
“I’ve sent a request to view it. Thanks, kiddo.”
Callum finally removes his hand as we wait for the gate securing Striker and Lia’s property to open.
I miss the warmth of it already. He pulls down the long driveway and winds around the side to the garage.
I find my truck parked, waiting for me. That means someone helped Lennox drop it off.
I’m glad it’s here because I’ll need it.
The babies are possibly going to have to stay in the hospital for a couple of weeks since they were so early.
Jude is out of the truck as soon as we come to a stop.
“Look, I don’t know what’s going on here, but if you hurt my auntie, I’ll help Striker bury your body,” Jude announces without a moment of hesitation.
His voice has deepened over the last year.
“Oh, and you better talk to my dad before I do,” he adds before walking away.
Callum scoffs and shakes his head. “That kid is definitely Striker’s boy.” He laughs, then leans back in his seat.
I watch as lights turn on in the house. I start to slide across the seat to exit on the passenger side. Callum’s hand lands on my thigh and pulls me back.
“You aren’t getting away, little nymph. I’ve had my fingers by your warmth for too long. I need inside that sweet pussy. Now.”
My body lights up, and I lean toward him, wanting a kiss. “I’m on fire for you, but we can’t. Jude just threatened to talk to Striker, and there are cameras everywhere.”
I let him kiss me, and when he pulls back, he crooks his finger, motioning for me to come with him. I reach over and close the passenger door before sliding out the driver’s side.
He takes my hand and leads me toward the back of the house, stopping before we reach the patio. There’s a section of lawn that is covered in darkness, with a couple of Adirondack chairs.
“This area doesn’t have a camera. It’s where Striker comes to have a cigar without Amelia knowing.”
He kisses me deeply and sits in the chair with me straddling his lap. My skirt climbs up, and I pray he doesn’t notice the mess I made in my panties.
“I can smell how turned on you are, baby. I’m going to help you. I wish I could stay with you tonight, but I’m sure Jude would call his dad. Striker would skin me alive if I fucked you in one of his beds.”
Callum’s hand slides up my thigh and zeroes in on my core. He peels back the damp material. I throw my head back and moan just from the gentle contact.
“Fuck. Love how responsive you are to me, nymph.”
He kisses down my neck, dipping his other hand into the square collar of my dress. He squeezes my nipple as he breaches my pussy with his finger. I ride his hand, trying to get myself off.
“Andi, I need inside you when you come. Take out my cock so I can really give you what you need.”
“Yes,” I moan.
I reach between our bodies and unbuckle his belt, then open the fly of his jeans.
His boxers have a damp spot from where he’s spurted a bit of cum in his excitement.
It makes me feel powerful knowing I can do that to him.
Scooping up a bit of his essence from the tip, I bring my finger to my mouth and lick it off.
“Jesus, Andrea, you’re fucking sin,” he groans and holds my hips up. “I’m going to fucking breed this cunt soon.”
He lines me up with his cock, then presses my body down on him. I move my knees next to his hips so I can ride him.
Throwing my head back, I sigh as he pushes through my folds, going deep and just where I’ve needed him. For a moment, we both hold still, letting my body adjust to his size.
Cowboy
The feel of her tight cunt around my oversensitive cock is almost too much.
My balls are already pulling up. Touching her soft skin in the truck and then having her dry fucking my cock through my jeans has me on edge.
But watching her lick her finger clean of my jizz was the hottest thing.
I can’t wait for her to get her lips around me.
My need for Andi is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
No woman has held my attention like she has.
When I finally feel her ease up a bit, I start moving her up and down.
She rotates her hips, driving me even crazier.
I don’t want to be a two-pump chump, so I need her to come first. Reaching between our bodies, I rub tight circles around her clit while pulling her toward me so I can take her lips in a deep kiss.
I’m glad she has her mouth on mine when she cries out.
Our bodies take over, doing exactly what we both want and need, as we continue kissing. She rips her mouth from mine and deeply inhales.
“Please. I need to come, Callum,” she begs.
Slowing my strokes, I help her position her legs over the arms of the chair, opening her up fully. With my hands on her waist, I push her down on me hard, sinking my cock deeper into her. She’s no longer in control. I am.
“Fucking gonna mark this pussy from the inside out. My pussy, Andi. Got that?”
“Yes. Only yours,” she cries.
Her words settle something deep inside me. A need to have her completely as mine.
She uses her impressive thigh muscles and angles her body so that with each deep thrust, she tightens around me more.
After a couple more pumps, her pussy flutters.
I pull her mouth toward mine, knowing what’s about to happen.
She screams as I muffle the sound so we don’t attract attention.
My body locks up as hers tightens impossibly more around my cock. I spurt jet after jet of cum into her.
She falls against my chest with my cock buried deep inside her cunt. She sighs, and I wrap my arms around her. I wish I could fall asleep with her like this. She shivers, and the cool night air against my skin reminds me we’re outside.
“Andi, baby, you need to get inside before Jude comes looking for you.”
“I know. I just like it right here.”
“Me too.” My arms flex around her, wanting the same. “How long are you staying here?”
She sighs as she sits up and looks down at me. “Until Striker and Lia come home from the hospital.”
“Shit. Are you busy tomorrow?”
“Jude has practice, then I have a study session I have to attend.”
“Jeez, baby, when am I going to see you again?”
“What’s your work schedule look like?”
“I work at an accounting firm. We’re gearing up for tax season next month.”
“Then I guess it’ll be a couple of weeks.”
“Have lunch with me this week.” It’s not a question but a demand. I need to see her before that.
“Okay. Send me the address. I have time on Wednesday.”
“Three fucking days. Fine.” I huff, not happy about it, but I’m the one who said we’re keeping us a secret. “I’ll text it.”
I help her off me, making sure she’s steady on her legs, before I stand up and put my cock away. Hand in hand, we walk back toward the garage. I pull her into the shadows again before we reach my truck. I kiss her long. Her hands tangle in my hair, messing it up more.
When we finally pull away, I head to my truck while she moves toward the house. I stand there, watching her, and she glances back at me before stepping inside.
“Wednesday,” she calls softly.
“Night, Nymph. Lock up.”
She waves at me. I need her with me. I have to get that house. It’s time I settle down, and I want to with this woman.
My phone pings with a text as I drive back to the clubhouse. I glance to see who it’s from but don’t read the message until I park.
Striker
Why were you at the house so long? What did you and Andi do?
I hate to lie to him, but now isn’t the time to tell him about Andi and me.
Me
We were talking. I didn’t realize she was the barrel racer related to your ol’ lady.
Striker
Okay. Thank you for giving them a ride.
Me
Night. Congratulations.
The lies keep piling up, and I don’t like it, but I’m not giving up Andi, no matter the consequences.