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Chapter 22

Another part of the time and space continuum

Cooper

Those tits were amazing. Pink tips over gently freckled skin. Generously sized, and I wanted to do so much with them. My hands, my mouth. I wanted to fuck my cock between them and cover them with my come.

But not now. I gathered the shreds of my control. My goal was for Callie to come undone, not think I was an animal. I kissed her, moving from her mouth to her neck. And then, when I was no longer reacting like a horny teenager, I flicked my tongue over her nipple.

She quivered, a moan sounding in her throat. Someone liked that. I wanted more of those sounds.

I used my tongue, my fingers, and finally my mouth. She tasted exquisite. I could have spent hours tasting her, playing with her breasts and listening to her sounds. She twisted underneath me, pulling me close with her hands in my hair, and then pushing me away when the sensations got too much. My cock was hard as a rock but I ignored it, keeping all my attention on her.

There was more to Callie than tits, as incredible as they were. I nuzzled between them and worked my way down her body. Her pubic hair was bright red, beckoning to me, and that pussy was my goal. If I wanted to see her really lose it, eating her out should do it.

I fucked my tongue into her belly button to gauge her response, then suddenly she shoved me off and onto my back. Note to self: avoid her belly button in future.

But in a moment, she’d grabbed the condom and straddled my hips.

Her hair was a mess, her head thrashing while I feasted on her breasts. Her skin was flushed, from her cheeks down over her chest. Her eyes were focused on me, pupils wide. She looked debauched and beautiful. I wanted to memorize her looking this way.

She tore the condom wrapper open and my cock twitched.

“I don’t want to complain, but I was planning to go down on you.”

She shook her head. “I want you in me, now.”

I reached for the condom but she brushed my hands aside. I tightened my abs, working on my control as the feeling of her hands on my cock, smoothing the condom down, sent fire through my blood. She lifted onto her knees, grabbed me in one hand and slid down. Her tight warmth enveloped my dick and I groaned. Callie whined, dropping her hands to my pecs and shoving herself up again. Those gorgeous breasts were almost in my face, moving as she rose and fell, hips rolling.

The sight of her above me, face flushed, body shivering with pleasure, was doing things to me. My athlete stamina couldn’t match this. I wasn’t going to last. Her pussy was tight and hugged me perfectly, stimulating every nerve. But I wanted to see her go first. I spit on my thumb and moved it to her clit. I started with a gentle touch, and she quivered. A little harder and she whispered fuck as her body tightened and gripped me.

Her head dropped and I kept up the pressure. Something like a scream ripped from her throat as she came. She collapsed on my chest and I gripped her tightly, switching our positions while my cock stayed inside her. Once she was whimpering beneath me, limp with pleasure, I finally released my control and snapped my hips, chasing my orgasm. It crashed over me like a tsunami.

“Fuck, Callie, fucking fuck.”

I was wrecked, but I managed to pull out and roll beside her before my limbs gave out.

* * *

It took a few minutes to come back to myself. I could hear Callie, the sound of her panting breaths mingling with mine. When I looked over, her eyes were closed, her hair spread over the pillow. I liked that image. There was so much passion behind that prickly exterior.

There was still a pink flush over her face and upper body. Her chest rising up and down and those glorious tits. Incredible . She was incredible. I wanted to wrap her in my arms and hold her till we could do this again.

I finally pulled myself to a sitting position on the side of the bed, checking that my legs were going to function. I didn’t want to leave her, but I had a condom to deal with. I looked back and her eyes were still shut. I went to the bathroom and chucked the rubber.

I washed my hands, saw my reflection in the mirror. There was the same flushed skin on my neck and chest as Callie. My beard had started to grow in a five o’clock shadow. That would have left marks on Callie, which my hindbrain was pleased to consider. My hair was a mess. I took a moment to straighten it out, the pink on my skin fading.

I’d marked Callie, but she hadn’t marked me. Until the end, she’d still held on to some of her control, keeping me out. I threw some water on my face and swallowed a few mouthfuls, then returned to the bedroom.

Callie was back in her bra and underwear. She was folding her dress in her arms. Anger and disappointment shot through me.

I leaned against the door frame of the en suite. “Leaving?”

She fussed with her dress. “I’ll get back to my room. We’ve got another day of your family tomorrow.”

Something clenched inside. “There’s no rush.”

“I need to wash off this makeup, and my stuff is in the other room.”

But I want to sleep with you in my bed . I couldn’t let those words out. I didn’t even know where they came from. I always slept alone, and normally I was the one taking off after sex.

Maybe that was it, the reason for the disappointment. Pride, or ego or something, because she was leaving first. My family always fucked with my head, and she was probably right. Better not to complicate this. “Sleep well. Rehearsal dinner tomorrow with a new bunch of assholes added to the mix.”

She stood for a moment, frowning at me. Had my tone been off? I had to get myself together before more family interactions tomorrow.

She drew in a long breath. “Right. And um…you were right.”

“About?”

Her cheeks turned red. “It was good. It was really good. So, like, five-star review.”

She fled then, while I stared after her.

* * *

Callie

Five-star review .

I was so…stupid at this kind of thing. But I had to get away. Best sex of my life, bar none, but now my head was messed up and I almost felt like crying. I definitely didn’t want to wait for the suggestion that I should leave, since I might have burst into tears, which would have been incredibly embarrassing.

I needed to talk to someone I trusted. So I stripped out of my pretty underwear and showered. Once I was in my shorts and T-shirt, ready to sleep, I called Darcy. There was no answer the first couple of rings. I’d checked his schedule so he wasn’t working. Maybe he’d gone to sleep early?

“Callie? That you?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“How was— Put me on video. I need to see you.”

I checked that I was decent, as decent as the old clothes could be, and switched to video.

“Callie, are you okay?”

“Sure.”

He shook his head. “No, that’s not your okay face.”

“I have an okay face?”

He nodded fervently. “Yeah, your ‘I don’t give a fuck and you can’t touch me’ face.”

I blinked at him. “That’s not what I look like now?”

He cocked his head and studied me. “No, I think that’s a more ‘what the fuck have I done’ face.”

I sighed. “It’s actually ‘I just fucked and now I’m fucked’ face.”

Darcy’s brows drew together. “Seriously, Callie, are you okay?”

I dropped on my bed. “Not really sure right now.”

He was on our couch. “Should we talk?”

I hated talking about my feelings. But my thoughts were jumbled and a strange urge to cry kept coming over me. I had to face Cooper in the morning and get through more time with his family, so talking was what I needed.

“Yeah.”

“What happened?”

“Cooper and I…”

His eyes bugged out. “You and the hockey hottie…hooked up?”

“We did.”

He dropped his head back. “Give me a moment. That’s awesome. No, wait, did he hurt you?”

I shook my head.

“Was it good?”

Good didn’t begin to cover it. I nodded.

“I don’t suppose you’d give me details?” He leaned forward, batting his eyes at me. Darcy was cute, and he was excellent at puppy-dog eyes, but I was charm-immune.

“I’m not giving you a play-by-play, no.”

He sighed. “At least tell me about his cock. It was nice, right? Did they augment for those billboards?”

“New rule. We do not discuss details of any private parts that have been inside me.”

Darcy’s jaw dropped. “But parts of Cooper have been in you?”

“That’s the definition of hooking up, isn’t it?”

He ignored that comment. “And it was good. How good? Like, yeah, I came, it was fine? Or yeah, I entered another part of the time and space continuum it was so good?”

He was exaggerating, but not by much. “Closer to the second.”

Darcy fanned his face. Suddenly he frowned. “And he asked you to leave after that?”

“We’re sharing a suite, so it wasn’t really leaving. And I was the one who said I had to go.”

He narrowed his eyes, looking for who knew what in my expression. “Did he make you feel like you needed to?”

I shook my head. “He was…I think he wanted to do it again. Maybe even have me stay the night. But I could be wrong.” He’d been upset to find me almost dressed when he came out of the bathroom. Better for him to regret my leaving than my staying.

“But you left.”

I shrugged.

“So, why are you fucked, Callie? Do you like him?”

Did I like him? He was attractive. Considerate. Kind. Whole layers below the public Cooper people saw. But I didn’t “like” people. “Not the way you’re thinking.” I didn’t, did I?

“Then what is it?”

“It was…it was the best sex of my life. He took his time. Paid attention, as he called it. I didn’t even recognize myself.”

“Holy shit.”

“What?”

“That must have been spectacular. I’m envious.”

“But this wasn’t supposed to be about sex.” Sex that made me feel this way—it could lead to feelings, and that wasn’t allowed.

“So you two did the deed, you came incredibly hard, and you took off like a bat out of hell after.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but he had the essentials there.

“If he offers another incredible orgasm, you can say no. But don’t say no just because you’re scared, sweetie.”

“I’m not scared.”

“Aren’t you?”

I swallowed. “If I was scared, then wouldn’t it be a sign that there was danger, and I should avoid it?”

“Well, yeah. If this was 50,000 BC and we lived in caves and there might be a saber-toothed tiger around.” Darcy waved his hand at the screen, and yeah, there was a notable shortage of tigers and caves. “You’ve worked so hard to make something of yourself, to feel safe. Maybe you’ve done too much of that.”

Darcy knew me better than anyone else. We’d both had too little security growing up. Had I gone too far to the opposite extreme in the interests of being safe? Far enough that it was going to hurt me?

“You’re saying I should have sex with Cooper as an acceptable risk?”

He choked. “How much risk is there? You used protection, right?”

“Of course.” No accidental pregnancies.

“Will it harm your career or your chances of making partner?”

“No, not when the firm does charity work with the hockey team.”

“Will the sex ruin you for anyone else?”

I rolled my eyes at him.

“Will you get hurt?”

I narrowed my eyes. “Are you asking if I’ll fall in love with him?”

“Callie, despite what you think, that wouldn’t be the worst thing. Especially if he falls in love with you.”

“Not gonna happen.” Cooper was not falling in love with me, and I wouldn’t let myself fall in love with him. With anyone.

Darcy laid his head on the couch. “It’s your life. But maybe consider if this might be a gift. You’ve earned a reward. Treat yourself to some hot sexy times while you learn how to be a country club zombie. And you know, if you meet any of his teammates who aren’t strictly straight…”

I doubted any hockey players were out, but if I found one, I’d definitely introduce him to Darcy. He had emerged from the same hellish background I had, but it hadn’t made him hard and prickly like me. He hadn’t closed himself off to a relationship. I didn’t know how he could consider a risk like that, but he did.

“You might be right. I’ll think about it.”

“And give me details?”

“Never.”