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Chapter 43

Callie

“Callie, I have a question,” Miles says next to me in the photograph outpost.

I snap a few pictures as Beck hits a double before turning to Miles. “What’s up, bud?” I ask even though I’m pretty sure I already know his question. It’s been the same one he’s asked me every week since he found out Will and I are dating. It’s been nearly two months and he’s still not over it.

“Have you and Will broken up yet?” He asks the question so cautiously. Ugh my heart. This kid is so sweet.

“No, Miles, Will is still my boyfriend.” I laugh. “We’ve been over this, bud. I’m just too old for you.”

Miles crosses his arms with a humph. “This isn’t fair. I told him I was going to marry you first.”

Oh, bless his heart. “Hey, you’re still my best helper. That’s something, right?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Miles scrunches his nose then smiles. “I’ll steal you from Will one day.”

“Ah, Miles!” I laugh loudly. Will stops short on his walk to the field.

“Hey, Miles, quit making my girl laugh! That’s my job.”

“Not for forever!” Miles yells back, and now I’m laughing harder.

Will just shakes his head as he walks out on the field, and I try to regain my composure.

“That was a good one, bud.”

Miles bounces in the chair next to me. “It’s all a part of my plan.”

After the game, I return my Casanova back to his dad as he walks out of the locker room.

“Thanks again for helping, Callie.” Dex sighs. “I swear I’m going to find someone to help. I’ve just been trying figure out schooling and with travel?—”

“Dex, it’s fine.” I cut him off. “As I’ve told you before, I don't mind helping. You’ll find someone soon, but until then, we’re good. So stop worrying about it on my end.”

“Okay.” Dex nods, but I can see the stress all over his face. “Will said he’ll be out soon. We’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

I give Miles a quick hug. “Yup, bright and early.”

We played at home all this week, but tomorrow we fly down to Georgia for a week's worth of games. Wyla and Jett said they would come to at least one, so I’m pretty excited about that, but then we fly out to San Francisco next.

Shannon makes her way down the hallway, and while we aren’t exactly best friends, thanks to Will’s chat with her, we’re at least on common ground. “Oh, Callie! The Boston Times is working on a blog post for how great of a season we are having so far and requested a couple pictures that you’ve taken. They have specific ones in mind.”

This has definitely been one of my favorite parts about this job. Other photographers come to the games for pictures, but no one quite captures the Blues like I do.

“That’s not a problem. If you can email me the list, I will get started on that the moment our plane takes off.”

Shannon’s smile twitches for just a moment. I know she’s actively trying not to tell me to do them tonight. One thing that I’ve worked hard on since Will and I made it official with the team is work boundaries. “Okay, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” I beam as I step around her and walk to the person I’ve been waiting on.

Will smiles the moment he sees me heading his way and even though my brother is talking to him about something, he steps toward me and kisses my forehead. “Hey, Blaze.”

Adam sighs next to me. “Well, I guess I’m done talking.”

My brother might sound and look irritated, but I know he’s not. He’s been helping me move into Will’s place all week. And even as he just makes that comment, he’s reaching for my camera bag because he takes it after every home game so I can ride on Will’s motorcycle back to our place. “I’ll keep your stuff locked up in my trunk, Cals, since we are all riding together to the airport tomorrow.”

“Thank you, my sweet brother,” I tease as I slide my riding jacket on. “Have I told you how much I love and appreciate you?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Adam chuckles before turning on his heels. “I’ll see you guys in the morning. Get my sister home safely, Anderson.”

“Always,” Will replies and tugs me closer by the belt loop on my jeans. “You ready to go?”

“Yup.” I flip my braid out of my jacket. “I’ve been thinking about hanging those pictures laying on our living room floor this entire game. I want to get them hung up before we leave for two weeks.”

Will sighs. “Baby, those pictures and our apartment aren’t going anywhere. You need sleep.”

“I know,” I draw out. “But we’re about to be gone for two weeks and when we get back, we get to come home to our place for the first time. I just want it to be perfect.”

Will shakes his head but there’s this smile on his face that tells me he likes the idea too. Linking his hand with mine we head out to the red Ninja he bought in Florida and Will starts to put my helmet on my head.

“Alright,” Will says softly. “If you want the pictures done, I’ll do them as soon as we get home. Just tell me where you want them.”

“No, Will, you just played a long game. I can hang some frames.”

Will narrows his eyes at me. “I’ll hang the pictures. We’ve talked about this, Callie. I get to take care of you now.”

Will fixes my strap on my helmet and I chuckle. “Will, you know I can do the helmet myself, right?”

Will stills. He knows I know how to do it, but I also know that he likes doing it. He lets out a sigh. “Damn it, woman. Don’t take this away from me. If you want to hang the pictures, then okay, I’ll watch because I know you’re capable. But I do your helmet. Always.”

My smile is stupid big but Will can only tell through my eyes. “I love you. If you want to hang up the pictures you can…but can you do it shirtless?”

Will smirks. “That’s funny, I was going to make the same request of you.”

Back home, Will follows through by taking his shirt off to hang the last of our pictures. He told me he wanted a gallery, and what kind of photographer would I be if I didn’t jump on that?

Granted, it’s called for some major rearranging since we’re living together now. Originally, we talked about moving into my place as it felt more like our comfort spot, but ultimately his place is bigger, and we definitely needed the extra wall space.

“Okay, last one,” Will mumbles with the last nail in his mouth. Why is that just so hot? It’s so simple, yet manly. “Callie, can you hand me that last frame?”

Grabbing the picture, I walk over and lift the frame up to him. After seeing my stool-chair combo Will immediately bought a step ladder, which I thought was a pointless buy, but now as I’m eye level with Will’s dick I have a brilliant idea. Safe idea? That’s debatable.

As Will starts to hammer the anchor into the wall I slide his grey sweats down.

The hammering immediately stops and Will mumbles, “Callie, what are you doing?”

I run my hands over his quickly hardening length before pulling his briefs down next. “You know I don’t have any way to pay you for your services today,” I say, mimicking a bad porno.

“Cal—Fuck.” Will curses as I start sucking on his cock. “I don’t know what I did in a past life to deserve you, but shit, you’re incredible.”

Letting my hand take over for a moment, I pop off and bat my eyelashes up at Will. “Please, finish hanging my pictures, Mr. Handyman, and then I’ll finish you.”

I don’t give Will any time to respond and take him back in my mouth. I feel his eyes watching me though, so I put on a good show—taking him all the way back until I start to choke a little.

“Fuck me,” Will breathes. “If I wasn’t a saint, then I must have been fucking Superman.”

Popping off one more time, I say, “What girl doesn’t want to fuck Superman?”