Page 22 of Another Last Call
Even without my hands on her clit, Maggie came again. Her wail was muffled by the pillow in front of her, and the telltale clenching of her pussy pushed me to the point of no return. I blew my load moments later, my heart pounding as I stilled inside Maggie’s pussy, losing all sense of anything aside from the feeling of her wrapped around me and the cum spurting from my cock.
Pulling out, I rolled onto my back, eyes closed as I regained my breath. Maggie shifted beside me, pulling her knees under her as she sat up on the bed.
“Now it’s a good morning,” she said.
I smiled, eyes opening to see her grinning down at me. Her hair was still wild around her head, but with her skin flushed, eyes bright, and lips swollen, she was about the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my entire life.
“Good late morning, in any case,” I added, glancing at the clock just beyond her head.
Maggie whirled around and looked at the clock. “Oh shit. Oh fuck.”
I sat up as she bolted out of bed. “What’s wrong? Are you late for work?”
“No.” She started dressing quickly, passing my clothes to me as she found them. “I live above the bar, Caleb. My mom’s going to be here to open in like twenty minutes. I don’t need her to know that you spent the night.” She glanced at me, her face twisted with guilt. “I’m so sorry. I feel like an asshole for kicking you out.”
It was a fair and reasonable point, and I said so.
“No hard feelings,” I said as I pulled on my jeans.
She still looked disappointed. “Yeah, but I was having fun. I like hanging out with you.”
The sadness in her voice shouldn’t have made me as happy as it did. There was some definite guilt as I realized it, but I couldn’t help it.
I liked that she wanted to be around me.
“Why don’t you come by the cabin?” I asked as I grabbed my coat from the hook near her door. “I can make you lunch, as long as you don’t mind sandwiches.”
Her face brightened. “Really?”
“Yeah. If you want.” I slipped my shoes on and looked up at her. “Just no judging the shithole, okay? It’s gonna look way nicer when I’m done with the renovations.”
“Best I can promise is to only laugh a bit and only when you’re not looking,” she said.
“What about that, but you also kiss me each time you want to laugh?”
She bit back a smile. “Deal.”
Thirteen
Caleb
Twentyminuteslater,Maggiewas in my driveway.
She’d followed me in her car, a beat-up old hatchback with rust flaking off the bottom and a burnt-out brake light, since it would look weird if she was gone but her car wasn’t. Which was fair, but also left a melancholy sort of feeling in my chest.
Not that I thought Maggie was embarrassed of me or anything. I mean, we’d spent the night together. That didn’t mean it was anything more than that. Or maybe it did. Maybe it would be more than that. We’d see where things went. But it wasn’t that I wasoffendedthat she didn’t want her mom to know.
It was more that she was worried about her mom finding out in the first place.
Maggie had always been independent; she’d had to be, growing up with a single mom who worked in a bar. When we were kids and those little age gaps seem so much more significant, Maggie had always seemed like the most mature, even though she was younger than most of us.
But she was… well, twenty-six or twenty-seven now. I wasn’t entirely sure when her birthday was, just that it wasn’t over the summer since I couldn’t recall ever celebrating it with her. Either way, mid-twenties and worrying about her mom seeing a guy at her apartment because her whole life seemed to exist in that one building.
Her whole life was about that bar, and I didn’t know how happy she actually was about that.
But that was a conversation for another time. Right now, Maggie was staring at the cabin, looking delectable in a pair of jeans and another tank top that cut low on her chest and showed the hint of a mark I’d accidentally left there the night before.
And yeah, maybe I was kind of hoping there would be another first time for me today—the first time I’d ever hooked up with someoneinthe cabin.
