Page 178 of Stolen Voices

Emotion clogs my throat, and my nose tingles. I have never loved someone the way I love Callie. It’s like everything inside of me aches with so much love it physically hurts. But in this completely amazing, scary, and wonderful way.

“If I have any say, you will never again have to know how it feels to be alone.”

“I really like the sound of that.”

“So, now that the ‘moving in together’ part of our conversation is done, I have one more thing to ask you.”

“Ask away.” Callie tangles her fingers in my hair, making my scalp tingle.

I fucking love it when she plays with my hair. She could touch me anywhere, and I’d be happy.

“Would you like to meet my parents and have dinner with them tomorrow?”

My mom is going to flip when I arrive with Callie for family dinner. Tomorrow night is Cam’s first post-season game. A couple of times a month, I eat dinner with them and watch the game on TV after.

“Are you sure? Meeting the parents is a big step.” She gnaws on her lip.

I roll my eyes at her before poking the tip of her nose. “Princess, you’re my woman and you’re moving in with me. I probably should have taken you home to meet them sooner. My mom is going to give me hell.”

“Should I be concerned?” she asks, and I can see the worry in the dark, bottomless depths of her brown eyes.

“Not in the slightest. My parents are good people, and I know they are going to love you like I do. They might end up loving you more.” I press a quick kiss to her lips.

“I’m already nervous.” Callie shifts on my lap, and I can see her brain going into overdrive.

Letting her overthink is bad for many reasons, so I toss out a joke instead. “You have nothing to worry about. And if you get too anxious, we can always practice our relaxation technique in the driveway before we go in for dinner.” I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively at her.

Callie scrunches my cheeks in her palms, giving me a smacking kiss. “You’re cute when you’re pervy.”

“Good to know my dirty mouth does it for you.” I slap her butt, making her laugh.

I love this. Being with Callie feels so right. Even when we’re just chatting and joking, she easily keeps up with me. She’s my perfect match in every way that matters, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with her.

“Why don’t you put on some clothes and meet me in the kitchen for dinner?”

“Depends. What did you order?”

“Chinese food and cupcakes.”

“With purple frosting?”

“What other color would there be?”

Callie jumps off my lap with a happy squeal, flashing me her pert tits and making my cock jerk to life. She reaches for the belt on my robe.

Jumping to my feet, I shout, “Stop. Please let me leave before you drop the robe, or we will never eat.”

“You’re so bad.” She slowly unties the sash, teasing me.

“I don’t mean to be, but my dick and I can’t help ourselves around you.”

Callie’s cheeks turn pink as I adjust my growing erection, tucking the fucker under my waistband.

I plant a kiss on her cheek. “Don’t take too long.”

She playfully bats her lashes at me. “I won’t, daddy.”

“Seriously, Cal. Stop with that shit.” I stomp to the door with an angry, hard dick as Callie laughs her ass off, slamming the bedroom door shut.