Page 80 of Chasing Callie

And like that, we’re seventeen again, trading barbs and threats across a table. Except now there’s something deeper humming between us. My pulse quickens when she looks at me with a softer sort of affection. A look I’ve longed for every time I made up a story in my head.

I probably don’t deserve her love, but I’m going to keep it. No one is ever getting between us again.

My brothers are on the couch playing Call of Duty when we get home. I watch as Callie drops kisses on both of their cheeks, as if she’s been doing it her entire life, and warmth fills my chest. We’ve never had a woman care about us the way Callie does. Not even our own mother. My jaw flexes, but the tension that accompanies the thought of being abandoned quickly diffuses when Callie casts a smoldering glance in my direction.

She takes a step toward the hallway, crooking a finger.

I point to my chest in mock confusion and slowly make my way over.

“Yes, you, dummy. Unless you want your brothers to⁠—”

Before she can finish, I scoop her in my arms, and she squeals. “No, baby. Tonight you’re all mine.” One of these days, she can have all of us at the same time, but I’m feeling selfish.

Carrying her to my room, I kick the door closed and drop her on the bed. Breath rushes out of her, and before she can catch it, I come down on top of her, pinning her to the bed with my hips and capturing her lips in a hungry kiss.

Her fingers clutch my shirt, and she sighs, opening for me, tongue tangling with mine. My dick is so hard it almost hurts. I press against her center, seeking relief, and she gasps, rolling her hips. The friction of our clothes is torture. I want her naked and bare for me. Spread out on my bed like a work of art.

I break the kiss, sit up, and yank my shirt off. Callie tugs hers off as well. Soon enough, I’m naked and she’s only in her panties. My gaze roves over her body, the swell of her breasts, the soft curve of her stomach. Those thick thighs I can’t wait to have squeeze me. But it’s the fire in her hazel eyes that snares my attention.

She wants me. How many years have I spent dreaming of this moment? I’ve already had her once, but that’s not enough. I’m not sure the rest of our lives will be enough, but I’m going to savor every last moment with her because we’ve already lost so much time.

“Don’t tell me you got cold feet,” she teases, lips twitching into that coy smile I love.

“Trust me, baby,” I murmur, hooking my fingers in the band of her thong. “There are no cold feet.” Slowly, I drag the material down her legs, biting my lip as her glistening pussy is revealed. Swallowing as a ripple of goosebumps chases the soft fabric scraping over her legs. My eyes lift to meet hers as I toss her underwear aside.

She licks her lips in anticipation and reaches for me.

I have other plans. Running my rough palms up her calves, pausing at her knee and waiting, watching the desire pool in her irises until my restraint starts to crumble. I push her legs open, baring her to me. My thumbs travel over the insides of her thighs.

Her back arches off the bed. “Knox,” she complains.

“Don’t rush me,” I tell her, tracing the pads of my thumbs through her slit, spreading it and memorizing every beautiful inch of her pussy. “I’ve been longing for you for years. The truck was fast and desperate, but tonight I’m going to take my time and make sure you’re happy.”

“I was happy with fast and desperate.”

I smirk. “I know, but you deserve to be worshiped.” Shifting back on the bed, I bury my face between her legs and run my tongue from her center to clit. She makes a strangled noise in the back of her throat and her fingers drift to my hair, running through the strands in a gentle caress.

She’ll be pulling my hair by the time I’m done with her.

Teasing my tongue over her clit, I slip one finger inside of her, earning a hum of approval. Her walls are warm and rippled, soft and perfect. I pump in and out of her, coating my digit with her arousal before adding another. She stretches around me as I flatten my tongue and taste every inch of her that I can, thrusting it through her folds over and over, circling her clit every time.

Does she have any idea how good she tastes?

My lips seal around her clit and she moans, tugging at my strands. I smile against her. Called it. Let’s see if I can make her scream. Pumping in and out of her, I curl my fingers and stroke over her g-spot with every thrust, lashing my tongue over that bundle of nerves until her legs squeeze my head.

“It’s too much,” she rasps. “Too much.”

“You can take it,” I murmur against her, redoubling my efforts, gazing between the valley of her breasts to watch her mouth part as I play with her. Faster. Harder. More and more until she pulls on my hair.

That’s my fucking girl.

“Please,” she begs.

Humming, I suck on her clit and her lips fall open, a cry clawing out of her throat as her legs tighten around me. Walls clamping down on my fingers as I continue to drive into her until her cum bursts across my tongue and her scream of pleasure reverberates around me. Devouring every drop, I extract my fingers, push her legs open and eat her out like a man who found his first meal in weeks, pushing my tongue inside of her only to run the flat of it through her slit to claim her clit once more.

The sounds she makes spur me on until she’s trembling, legs trying to close around my head, but I don’t let her, I keep her spread open, give her the pleasure she doesn’t think she can handle until another orgasm slams into her.

I taste every drop of her arousal that I can before crawling up her body, smirking as she pants and blinks up at me in a daze, still recovering from her second release as my dick nestles against her center.