Chapter 6 #3
“Only if we let it,” Wyatt points out.
“How do we not let it?”
“We keep it between us,” I suggest. “What happens here, stays here.”
“All of it?”
“All of it.”
She’s quiet for a moment, considering.
“What are you thinking?” Jesse asks.
“I’m thinking this is the worst idea I’ve ever had.”
“And?”
“And I don’t care.”
That’s all the permission we need.
The shift happens gradually, so gradually that later I won’t be able to pinpoint exactly when sharing warmth became something more intentional. All I know is that one moment, we’re lying under the stars talking, and the next moment Callie’s turning toward me with something hungry in her eyes.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask, because someone needs to be the voice of reason, even if that someone is me, who’s usually the one causing the chaos.
“No,” she says. “But I’m sure I don’t want to stop.”
That’s all I need to hear.
I cup her face in my hands and kiss her, soft at first, then deeper when she responds by tangling her fingers in my hair. She tastes like beer and something sweet, and the small sound she makes when I nip at her lower lip goes straight to my crotch.
“Hey,” Jesse says, and I reluctantly let him pull her away from me.
He pulls her against him and she goes willingly. When they kiss, it’s hungrier than mine was, all tongue and teeth and barely controlled want.
When they break apart, both breathing hard, Wyatt’s right there.
“Come,” he says, his voice rough with want.
Callie crawls across the blanket to him, and he kisses her with an intensity that makes me ache just watching. His hands tangle in her hair, and she melts into him with a moan that leaves Jesse cursing under his breath.
“This is happening,” Jesse says, like he can’t quite believe it.
“Finally,” I add, because it feels like we’ve been building toward this moment forever.
Wyatt breaks the kiss and looks at both of us. “You sure about this? All of us?”
“All of us,” Callie says firmly. “I want all of you.”
“Thank God,” Jesse breathes, reaching for the hem of her dress.
What follows is a slow unraveling. Her dress disappears first, then our shirts, boots kicked off carelessly into the grass. When she’s left in nothing but lace panties and a bra that makes my mouth water, we stop to just look at her.
“Beautiful,” Wyatt says, his voice reverent.
“Absolutely perfect,” Jesse adds, his hands skimming up her sides.
I lean down to kiss her throat, tasting salt and something uniquely her. “You have no idea what you do to us.”
“Show me,” she whispers.
That’s all the invitation we need.
I work my way down her body while Jesse claims her mouth and Wyatt’s hands roam everywhere. When I reach the edge of her bra, I look up.
“Yes,” she breathes, and I unhook it, letting Jesse pull it away.
The sound she makes when Wyatt’s mouth finds her breast has me harder than I’ve ever been. I continue my path downward, kissing and licking until I reach the waistband of her panties.
“Please,” she gasps, and I hook my fingers to pull them down her legs.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” I murmur, pressing kisses to her inner thighs.
When I finally put my mouth on her sweet pussy, she arches off the blanket with a cry that makes my brothers groan. She’s wet and ready, and the taste of her makes me dizzy.
“Boone,” she pants. “Oh God, yes.”
I work her with my tongue while Jesse and Wyatt take turns kissing her, touching her, whispering things in her ear that make her writhe beneath us.
When she comes the first time, it’s with my name on her lips and her thighs trembling around my head. I could die happy right here.
But we’re nowhere near done.
Jesse’s the first to strip completely, and when Callie sees him naked, her eyes go wide.
“Damn,” she breathes.
“You like what you see?” he asks with his typical cocky grin.
“Very much,” she says, reaching for him.
Wyatt and I follow suit, and then we’re all naked under the stars, nothing between us but desire and cool night air.
“I want to touch you,” Callie says, and we let her explore, her hands mapping every inch of us while we fight to maintain control.
When she wraps her hand around Jesse’s cock, he nearly explodes.
“Careful, pretty girl,” he warns. “I’m already hanging by a thread.”
“Good,” she says, stroking him slowly. “I like you desperate.”
She takes turns touching all of us, her hands and mouth driving us mad until I finally growl, “Enough. I need to be inside you.”
“Yes,” she says immediately. “Please.”
I produce a condom from my wallet—thank God one of us was thinking ahead—and roll it on with clumsy hands.
“You good?” I ask her one more time.
“I’ve never been good-er,” she laughs, and guides me to her entrance.
When I slip inside, taking my time, we all groan—me because she feels incredible, Callie because I fill her perfectly, and Jesse and Wyatt because watching is so fucking hot.
“Fuck me,” she whispers, and I start to thrust, slow and deep, filling every corner of her.
Jesse positions himself so she can take him in her mouth while I’m inside her, and Wyatt places himself where she can stroke him with her free hand.
The sounds she makes sucking Jesse’s cock while I’m inside her blow my mind. When I accidentally elbow Jesse in the ribs, he yelps and retaliates by shoving me.
“Ouch, dude. Watch it,” Jesse complains, rubbing his side.
“Sorry,” I laugh. “Hazard duty over here.”
“Less talking,” Callie demands, pulling all of us back to her. “More… fucking.”
“Yes, ma’am,” we say in unison, which makes her laugh.
We find our rhythm after that, moving together like we’ve done this before. When I bring her to the edge again, she lets go of Jesse long enough to scream my name.
“My turn,” Jesse says when I pull out, spent.
My brother produces his own condom, then flips Callie over so she’s on her hands and knees. The sight of her like that, flushed and ready, makes my vision blur.
Jesse slides into her from behind while I kneel in front, and this time when she takes me in her mouth. Even though I just came, I know I’m not going to last long.
“Holy fuck,” Jesse pants, his hands gripping her hips.
“Looks incredible too,” Wyatt adds, watching with dark eyes.
When Jesse starts thrusting harder, Callie moans around my cock, and the vibration of her mouth nearly finishes me.
“I’m close,” I warn her, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she looks up at me and takes me deeper.
I come with a shout that probably scares wildlife for miles, and she swallows every drop like a champ.
Jesse follows soon after, burying himself deep inside her as he comes with a bellow.
This time, she rides Wyatt while Jesse and I kneel on either side of her, her hands roaming over both of us. She’s perfect, moving like she was made for this, made for us.
When it’s over, we collapse in a tangled heap, all of us breathing hard and covered in sweat.
“Holy shit,” Callie breathes.
“Ditto,” Wyatt says, as wrecked as the rest of us.
“That was...” she starts, then stops. “I don’t have words.”
“Good words or bad words?” I ask.
“Good words. Definitely good words.”
“Thank God,” Jesse mutters, pulling her closer. “I was worried we’d traumatized you.”
“The only thing you’ve traumatized is my ability to think straight.”
“Mission accomplished,” I say, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
We lie there in comfortable silence, our breathing gradually returning to normal. Callie’s head is on my chest, her arm thrown across Jesse’s waist, her legs tangled with Wyatt’s.
“So,” she says after a while. “What happens now?”
“We do it again?” Wyatt says.
“How?”
“Very carefully,” Jesse suggests.
“Very quietly,” I add.
“Very deliberately,” Wyatt finishes.
“Can we do this? All of us, together?”
“We just did,” I point out.
“I mean, you know… again.”
“I don’t know,” Wyatt admits. “But I’d like to try.”
“Me too,” Jesse says.
“Same,” I agree. “What about you, Callie?”
She’s quiet, looking up at the stars.
“Ask me again tomorrow,” she says finally.
“Will you give us a different answer tomorrow?”
“Maybe. Or maybe I’ll give you the same answer.”
“Which is?”
“Yes. Against all logic and reason and common sense, yes. I wanna do this again.”
A shooting star chooses that moment to return, or maybe it’s a different one. Either way, it streaks across the sky like an exclamation point.
“Make another wish,” I tell her.
“I don’t need to,” she says. “I think the first one just came true.”