Page 16 of Lucky Break
“I’m close,” I whisper.
“Take as long as you need.” His words are practically a growl. He leans forward against my leg, stretching me farther. “I’ll wait for you.”
It’s that admission that does me in. My heart squeezes with the implications. He’s referring to my release, but maybe more. Maybe he will want more than one night. God, I only hope. Lifting my gaze, I stare at Callum and press the vibrator hard against my clit. I call out as my orgasm hits.
He doesn’t ease back this time. His brow furrows, damp with perspiration. Our bodies are slick with sweat as he rams into me, giving me everything he has. He’s fucking magnificent.
My hands fall to the side and I turn off the vibrator, dropping it on the sheets. Pleasure washes over me like waves, each ripple just as satisfying as the one before.
“Fuck. Yes.” Callum’s body goes rigid. He pulls out and rips the condom off, shooting his release across my belly in ropes of thick creamy liquid. A guttural groan escapes his lips, scattering goose bumps across my body. He strokes himself, emptying every last drop against my skin, as if he wants to mark me. Fuck. It’s the most erotic sight.
When he’s all wrung out, he sits back on his heels and lifts his gaze to mine. His chest heaves as his breathing calms. “Better?” He grins, already knowing the answer.
I roll my eyes. Of course he’s totally impressed me with this second round. What he doesn’t realize is that without it, I wouldn’t have been disappointed. Not even a little. “I mean, I guess.”
His jaw falls open and he lets loose a laugh. “Get your beautiful ass in the shower.” He slaps me on the leg and waggles his brows. “I want to clean you off before we make a mess again.”
“Again!” I’m certain my eyes bug out of my head.
“You doubt me?”
No. Never. But I can’t believe he’s not completely exhausted, or that we’re pulling an all-nighter of sex. I want to ask what this means. But that’s too heavy of a conversation for three in the morning. Besides, I’m not sure I’ll like the answer.
I don’t know how he’s going to feel tomorrow. If this is just fun and casual, and we’ll go back to just friends. But I refuse to think about that. It’s a problem for another day. For now, I will take all of this—the two of us together—for as long as possible.
11
CALLUM
The sky isan inky gray outside Tess’s kitchen window. The sun will be up soon, but we’ve yet to get any sleep. I wasn’t kidding around earlier. I don’t make commitments or promises unless I intend to keep them, and we’ve still got three condoms left.
We were also starving, so I whipped together a meal of pancakes and eggs because that’s about all Tess had in her kitchen besides ramen. I pour the last of the batter onto the griddle while Tess sits on the counter, shoveling bites of food into her mouth. A mouth that attempted to suck me dry not even an hour ago in the shower. My dick stirs at the memory.
“You’re a good cook.” Tess plucks another pancake from the stack. Her hair is still wet from our shower, and the sweatshirt she’s wearing is peppered with drops of water from where her hair rests.
“Thanks.” I grin. “I promise to prepare something much more impressive next time.”Next time?Shit. We haven’t really discussed if there will be a next time, or what it is we both want. I’m not done exploring this connection between us. But I’m not really sure what that looks like.
“I’m horrible at keeping my fridge stocked.” Tess must not share my inner panic about next time, or she’s better at hiding it than I am. “I wait until there’s nothing left before I go shopping. Also, I hate cooking.”
“Really? I love it.”
“Maybe it’s because I never learned.” She shrugs and sets her dish in the sink. “Where did you learn to cook?”
“My mum taught me.” I smile softly at those childhood memories. “Back in Ireland.” I cut the gas burner off and add the final pancakes to the stack. I consider eating another, but my belly is already full and I’m not trying to send myself into a food coma—at least not before another round in bed with Tess.
“I always wonder what you were like there. Before you came to the US.”
I move in front of Tess and rest my hands on her thighs. “I think you’d be underwhelmed. And bored.” The town I grew up in was so much smaller than LA, like another world completely.
“Please.” She spreads her legs open and tugs me forward by the waistband of my pants. “You’re just being humble.”
I’m not, but it feels good to have someone take an interest in my past. “What do you want to know?” I press a kiss on her lips, my tongue sweeping inside her mouth to taste the sweetness left from the syrup.
She pulls back and studies my face a moment before asking, “What did you do after high school?”
“I worked shit jobs for shit pay.” I cringe at those memories. “I was playing or writing music whenever I could. Took care of my mum and brother. But most of all, I annoyed everyone in town by constantly talking about my plans to come to America.”
“And look at you now.” The pride in her smile does funny things to my insides.
