Page 134 of Stolen Voices

Cam: So, no excuse. You all are just a bunch of horn dogs. I hope you sanitize after.

Eli: Can you please focus? What the fuck do I do?

A flood of sorrys and laughing emojis pops up. My ears perk up, searching for the sound of water still running in the bathroom. I’m still learning Callie’s habits, so I can’t tell if she’s in the shower or running a bath. I hope it’s the bath so I have more time to put a plan together.

Mason:Emery just whooped in my ear, and I’m pretty sure I now have hearing loss. Why don’t you call her? She is already planning something for you.

Eli: Thank you. Tell Emery she’s a saint for helping me. I’ll call her now.

Twenty minutes later, Emery and I have formed a plan—that she will loop Rylann and Scarlett in on—for my first date with Callie. In two days, that woman will know she’s mine and that I will always have her best interest at heart.

And, hopefully, I never get a pathetic thumbs-up from her again.

twenty-nine

Callie

Forthelasttwodays, I have increased my Epsom salt baths, alternated heat and ice packs on my lower back and butt throughout the day, and have gone through an entire tube of arnica cream trying to reduce the bruising and residual pain on my injured body.

I lied when I told Eli I was fine after he groped my ass. Truth is, it did hurt. But the pleasure from his tight grip as I rode his cock far outweighed my discomfort. I wanted him to keep going.

Unfortunately, Eli is overprotective and has been treating me with kid gloves. All we do is kiss and snuggle. My sexual frustration is off the charts. I have a ticking time bomb between my legs, and if Eli doesn’t fuck me soon, I’m going to explode.

If I have to be sexually frustrated, so does he. So, as punishment, I’ve upped my seduction game.

I wake up and press my ass into his cock, getting it nice and hard, before I slide out of bed and put on my workout shorts and sports bra. Then, I go do my yoga and stretching, making sure my ass or boobs point in Eli’s direction whenever he enters the room. I find every way to lean over and shove my boobs in his face to grab things behind him. I’ve also resorted to kissing him just long enough to get him hard before walking away and leaving him wanting more.

But he still hasn’t cracked.

Plopping on the bed as hard as I can, I bounce up and down, testing my pain threshold. I slap my ass and squeeze. Nothing. My hope is that if I’m not in pain, he will finally touch me. The horny vixen in me excitedly slides down her stripper pole with a flourish at the prospect of getting naked with Eli.

Between the make-out sessions and snuggling, I’m a raw, horny-as-hell nerve ending waiting to snap. Every touch, every kiss, every smile... There aren’t enough self-induced orgasms in the world that can help me take the edge off.

Which is why today is the day I’m leveling up my game after my workout. My plan is to reenact the towel and the shower scheme Rylann told me about. I can’t wait any longer. I need Eli to spread my legs open, slide his enormous cock inside me, and fuck me already.

My clit tingles, and my pussy gets wet just thinking about Eli’s hard body pressed against mine as he impales me with his dick, over and over.

I shove my dirty thoughts away and head into the living room. Pushing the coffee table to the side, I start my dance warmup. I’m excited to test out my body and see where I’m at in my recovery. Taking a deep breath, I bring my feet parallel and bend over to touch my toes, testing my flexibility. Once I’m warm and ready, I work through the moves for one of my songs. I start slowly, but as I get more comfortable with the movements, I pick up my pace.

Eli left a while ago to pick up breakfast and to, in his words, run a few errands. Since grope-gate, he’s been a little cagey and way overprotective. Don’t get me wrong, it’s hot when he gets all growly and controlling, but I need more. That starts with proving to him I am on the mend.

Today is the first day I’m attempting choreography. While I love being away from it all, I’m losing time with my team for us to be ready for the concert tour. Even though I don’t want to perform three nights a week in front of thousands of strangers, I signed a contract, and I’ll be damned if I don’t put every ounce of hard work into making it the best show I can.

The door swings open as I drop into a side split. Eli’s eyes bug out of his head as he sweeps them up and down my body, lingering on the seam of my shorts that runs through my slit. He makes a face I’ve never seen before, but it sets my skin on fire. The air in my lungs catches as he brings his hooded, lust-filled gaze to mine.

“Hey.” My voice is raspy and thick with similar emotions.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Eli slams the door shut with a growl as he places the bags in his hands on the floor.

“Dancing,” I snap back.

Eli narrows his eyes at me. Gone is the lust that burned for me seconds ago. His tone is uncalled for, but my body does not get the message and vibrates with energy and anticipation, soaking my core and my shorts.

“I know you’re dancing, Callie. Why?”

“I was feeling better and wanted to try it out.” I lean forward onto my elbows and smile at him.

In seconds, I watch as my overbearing grump goes all soft and gooey on me. “And?” he asks in a softer tone.