Chapter 8
BOOTY CALLS, BLUE BALLS, AND ZERO SELF-CONTROL
IZZY
I slide on the worn-until-it’s-thin Kentucky Wildcats football jersey that an old boyfriend gave me years ago.
Kai was a tight end—in more ways than one.
I’m not sure what happened to him. We lost touch after he graduated.
He lived in Oregon, and long distance didn’t work for either of us.
Caleb would probably have a cow if he knew I was sleeping in another man’s shirt.
The thought has a giggle escaping before I can stop it.
I shouldn’t be feeling as happy as I am.
I should be panicking. I can’t help it. I’m even missing the feel of Caleb touching me.
The ride home from the clubhouse even felt good.
I’m being stupid. I know it, but I can’t seem to stop it.
Hell, I’m even trying to figure out how to keep seeing him, without him pushing for something that’s never going to happen.
I mean, realistically, would he agree to a friends-with-benefits kind of thing and nothing else?
Maybe I’m as crazy as he is.
Caleb’s damn good with his mouth and fingers, though.
Most likely he’ll be the best lover I’ve ever experienced.
I mean, I don’t have a lot of experience, but I have some.
I’m not a virgin. I wasn’t going to tell him that, however.
Seriously, he’s the idiot who jumped to conclusions. Plus, he was annoying me at the time.
I jump into bed and pull up my covers, burying my head under the pillow.
I need to shut off my brain somehow. If I don’t, I’ll do something stupid and try to track Caleb down.
This will pass. I just need to get him out of my mind.
Right now, my body feels like it’s on fire.
That won’t last. I’ve just not had an orgasm in a long time.
I’d probably have the same feeling if I’d gotten off with a vibrator.
I roll my eyes because I know I’m lying to myself.
I grow still when I hear my phone vibrating against the nightstand.
It’s a tone I’m very familiar with because I leave my phone on silent most of the time.
I am one of those rare women who find cell phones annoying as hell.
I mean, if I could use them for only making calls or searching the net, maybe playing pointless games, it’d be fine.
Yet, the damn thing is always ringing, and it annoys me.
It stops, and I close my eyes, willing myself to get Caleb out of my mind.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t work. Then, the vibration sound echoes around me again.
I exhale while yanking the pillows off me.
I sit up, twisting to position the pillows behind me against the headboard, then reach over to grab the phone. I flop backwards as I answer. “Hello?”
“Isolde.” My entire body freezes in place, and I forget to breathe. “Are you there?”
“I’m here,” I squeak out like an idiot.
“There’s my girl. Did I wake you?” I close my eyes at the way I can feel my body heat when Caleb calls me his girl. I can’t do this shit. I nod my head back and forth, wishing there was a wall in front of me that I could bang it on. I have to get control of myself. “Baby?”
“How did you get my number?” I ask, needing to gain control here.
“I have my ways. I’m sorry it’s so late. I called as soon as Griff and I got back home.”
His words have me looking up at the clock. My eyes widen. “It’s almost four in the morning.”
“I know. I just couldn’t sleep until I heard your voice.”
“It’s almost four in the morning,” I repeat like an idiot.
“Were you asleep?” he asks, and I can hear the laughter in his voice.
“No,” I huff grumpily.
“Good. Then I called at exactly the right time.”
“No, you didn’t. I’m in bed.”
“Fuck, baby. Why are you going to put that picture in my mind?”
“I didn’t put a picture in your mind.”
“Trust me, you did. What are you wearing?”
“I don’t think you should ask me questions like that. Especially since you have yet to tell me how you got my number,” I argue.
“We have a great tech guy. He got your number for me.”
“Oh my God. You do know that shit is against the law, right?”
He laughs. “Baby, really?”
“I’m not your baby, and yes, really.”
“You have family in the same type of club I’m in. You really going to ask me that shit?” he chuckles.
“Don’t spout that one percent shit to me. I’m not a threat to the club or a member. You had no right to pull that shit to get my number. If I wanted you to have it, I would have given it to you.”
“You gave me something else, Isolde,” he says, his voice dropping down.
“And now you’re making me regret it, Candy-boy.”
“If you think you’re making me mad calling me Candy-boy, you’re wrong. Your cunt is the sweetest candy I’ve ever had, so I’m more than good with that name.”
“God, Caleb, you’re insufferable.”
“What are you wearing?”
I start to tell him to fuck off, but I’ve decided since he asked, I’ll go ahead and give it to him.
The asshole. “I’m wearing an old football jersey my boyfriend Kai gave me to sleep in,” I answer sweetly.
I mean, technically I’m telling him the truth.
Kai did give it to me to sleep in. He was my boyfriend at the time.
No lies detected. Caleb can kiss my ass.
“Nice try. You wouldn’t let me eat you out if you had a man.”
He’s right, and it’s annoying that he reads me so well.
Still, I’m not going to give him that victory.
“You barely know me, Caleb, but I can assure you I’m not lying about Kai.
” He’s silent for a moment, and the thrill of victory hits me.
I’m pretty sure I scored a shot here. For some reason that feels really important.
“I’m not worried about sissy-boy Kai.”
“Sissy-boy?” I laugh. If Kai heard that, he’d probably tear Caleb apart. He’s a huge guy. There’s a reason he was going into the NFL before he got in a car wreck. “Kai is definitely not a sissy-boy, whatever that means.”
“He can’t be much of a man, baby. If he were, he would have fucked you so hard you wouldn’t even look at another man. The bastard sure as hell wouldn’t let you leave his side.”
“First of all, no one lets me do anything. I’m my own person, Caleb.”
“You are, but if a man is any kind of man and he has you for a woman, he’s not going to want to leave her side. Leaving her unprotected is unacceptable. Fuck, baby, it was hard for me to come home tonight.”
“I’m not looking for a man.”
“Not even sissy-boy?”
“We broke up,” I confess—leaving out the part that we broke up last year.
“I’d break up with him too if I were you.”
“Technically, he broke up with me,” I explain when I really shouldn’t.
“I wouldn’t take it personally. He’s obviously batting for the other team. That’s the only explanation why you still have your cherry. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you enjoy giving it to me,” he purrs.
I laugh. “I’m not a virgin, goofball.”
“What?” he asks. I can hear a mixture of shock and perhaps anger in his voice.
“I’m not a virgin. Kai wasn’t even my first. You’re way off base, Candy-boy.”
“Fuck,” he hisses.
“What?” I ask, because he sounds like he’s in pain. Did he fall?
“If you had told me that shit earlier, I would have carried you into that shitty office and bent you over that fucking desk and buried myself inside you.”
For a minute, it feels like I can’t breathe. I think my heart might even stop as I imagine him doing exactly that. The mental image is enough to spark a hunger inside of me I’ve never known. It feels like I need him more than I need anything or anyone else.
“Maybe next time you won’t be a wimp and will do it,” I respond before I can stop myself.
“I’ll be there in the morning,” he promises, making me giggle like a schoolgirl.
“I won’t be. I’m heading back to Lexington after breakfast.”
“Fuck. When will you be back?”
“Back?”
“Yeah. When will you be back visiting your parents? Or better yet, when can you come to Tennessee?”
“I’m not going to Tennessee to get laid, Caleb.”
“It wouldn’t be just sex, Isolde.”
“Yes, it would, because that’d be all I’m looking for,” I counter.
“So, what are you suggesting? Do you want us to be fuckbuddies?”
“Why not? What’s wrong with that?”
“I don’t want you with another man when you’re mine—when you’re with me, I mean.”
“So, are we talking exclusive fuckbuddies?” I singsong.
“I can agree to that,” Caleb answers.
“You can?”
“Definitely. Now, tell me when you will be back.”
“In two weeks,” I answer.
“You going to leave me hanging for two damn weeks?” he whines.
“Yep.”
“Fine, but I’m going to warn you now, Isolde. When I’m done with you, you aren’t going to be able to walk right for a week and you’re going to choke on my cock so much you will feel me every fucking time you try to eat.”
“Wow, with sweet romantic words like that, it’s a wonder you don’t have women lined up for hundreds of miles to be with you, Caleb.”
“I’m only interested in you. Now, why don’t you tell me what you’d do to me if I were there right now.”
“Are you wanting phone sex?” I chuckle, enjoying this conversation way more than I should.
“Damn straight. I’m so hungry for you that my damn balls ache,” he grouses. “Now, take off sissy-boy’s shirt and get ready for playtime.”
“Playtime?” I ask, but the phone goes dead.
I stare at it, wondering what the hell just happened.
I wonder if I should call him back. Maybe the call just dropped.
Before I can do that, the phone vibrates in my hand, and I look down to see that Caleb is calling back but this time he wants to video chat.
Never being the kind of woman to back down, I rip off my jersey and lean back on the bed as I accept the call.
“Fuck me,” he groans, scrubbing his chin as his gaze moves over my body.
I grin. My night just got a hell of a lot more interesting. I hope I’m not too tired to drive back tomorrow, because I have a feeling that neither Caleb nor I will be sleeping anytime soon.