Page 95 of Chasing Callie
“She’s perfect, isn’t she, Brother?”
“She’s a fucking goddess,” Jax murmurs, threading his fingers in my hair and pulling. My head wrenches back, but somehow the pain is exactly what I needed to stop resisting the pleasure and to let it flood through me.
“That’s it, Callie, you like when we fuck you,” Jax says. There’s no question.
“Yessss,” I moan.
“You’re going to come all over Jax’s cock while I fill your ass.”
I hum, eyes fluttering open and closed as they fuck me. My clit presses against Jax’s low stomach, and when Brax rocks into my ass, he pushes Jax’s length against my front wall, stimulating my g-spot.
That’s the fucking spot, oh god, that’s fucking perfect.
The orgasm builds quickly. Heat flooding my core, body trembling, eyes watering from the pressure. I’m so close. On the precipice of euphoria. All it would take is another push.
“Please, please, please.”
“We’ve got you,” they say at the same time.
Jax’s finger slides between our bodies, circling my clit. Brax smacks my ass just enough to distract my mind from the sensations that make me want to fight. Jax tugs on my hair. Brax’s fingers run up my spine.
My walls flex around Jax.
He groans. “Fuck, Callie.”
“Please,” I almost weep.
“Almost, baby. We’re going to come together,” Brax murmurs.
And then they work together, pumping, teasing, stroking, fucking and filling me until I’m completely at their mercy and my mouth parts on a scream, but like before, a palm clamps over my mouth, stifling the sound, but I can’t even bring myself to care because their lengths pulse, almost exactly in sync and they both drive into me.
I scream again, another orgasm slamming into me as they erupt inside of me. My vision wavers and I let my eyes flutter closed, panting and writhing as pleasure rolls over me from all sides, until my body is so spent I practically collapse onto Jax.
Brax eases out of me first with a hiss, leaving to clean up while Jax turns us on our side and cradles me in his arms.
“You did so good.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I say with a tired laugh.
The bed dips and Brax joins us, slotting his body against mine, sandwiching me once more. He kisses my shoulder. Jax kisses my cheek. A blissful breath rushes out of me.
“I love you.”
“We know, and we love you too,” Jax whispers.
“More than you fucking know,” Brax agrees.
And as sleep descends upon us, a smile pulls at my lips and my heart fills with peace I wish would last.
Chapter Thirty-Two
CALLIE
It feels wrong to be excited while a storm is on the horizon, but the more time passes without Theo popping up, the more I fall into a false sense of security. Tonight, the guys are taking me out and my body buzzes with excitement and worry.
We’re going on a date. In public. Where everyone will see us together. I slide between the twins in the backseat of Knox’s truck, my palms sweating as we pull up to the local diner. The neon sign flickers, something it’s been doing since I was in high school, casting pink and blue shadows across the cracked parking lot.
Even though I’m proud of my relationship, all those old fears come racing back. People were terrible after Penelope posted that amateur porno of me with the twins. Part of me is terrified history will repeat itself.
