Page 104 of Her Game Plan

Victorious, I grin and pull at the top of her skirt. My plans foiled by the lack of elasticity, I grab the bottom hem and lift it. Plan B. I can scramble.

Kissing the way up her leg, I let her bright skirt cover my head completely.

“I know I should be getting ready,” Charlotte starts, exposing me to the thoughts she knows I crave so much. “But”—she lets out a gasp as I release a warm breath through the fabric of her underwear—“oh fuck, this is so much better.”

I slip a finger around the edge of white lace fabric, pulling it to the side and out of my way. I use my tongue to flick her clit, and her back arches off the bed. “You like that, Princess?”

“Yes. Fuck yes. Fingers.”

I follow her lead, dipping two inside her before curling them to hit that spot she likes so much. As I continue to work her with both my mouth and my fingers, she writhes against my face until those small muscles inside her start to flutter against my fingers.

“I need your cock, love,” Charlotte begs. “Now.”

I drop my pants and underwear, kicking them to the corner of the room before prowling back on all fours, over top of her. “Hands and knees, Princess.”

She turns over, rouching her skirt around her waist. “Hurry. I need to come so bad.”

I smack her ass once as I fist my cock, ready to be inside her. “Yes, Your Highness.”

Slowly, I push inside, not stopping until I bottom out.

Charlotte starts rocking her hips, telling me with her words and her actions how much she likes it. I ride her hard, every muscle in my body contracting as my orgasm barrels toward me. I spank her once more, her pussy clenching around me in a hot, wet grip. “That’s right, Princess.” I play with her clit, adding pressure as my fingers move in her slickness. “Come for me.”

I drive forward once more as she screams out her release. Every muscle in my body contracts, the blood driving directly into my cock as pleasure engulfs me. I pump in and out of her slowly, my cock emptying inside her.

Straightening, I run my hands down her back as she drops onto her elbows. “The perfect birthday gift,” I whisper into her ear.

“Not your gift,” she mumbles. It’s the game we’ve been playing all week: me trying to guess what she got me, pretending I think it’s the little things she does for me or with me every day.

My phone starts vibrating, and I pick it up, reading the message from Chris that he, Kim, Marlee, and baby Opal are on their way with Nan. Nan has become a regular fixture at Langford family dinners. And ever since Opal graced us with her presence, Nan has taken advantage of any opportunity that lets her hold the baby. Since Chris and Kim live close to Sunshine Hills, they offered to pick her up for the party tonight.

“Gotta move, love.” I slap her ass once more. “Nan’s going to be here in less than ten.”

We both clean up quickly, the caveman in me secretly pleased that Charlotte doesn’t have time to wash my cum off her. Until I put the ring that’s in my middle drawer on her finger, I like to have a piece of me with her everywhere she goes. Or maybe that will be the case forever.

All I know is that Charlotte is my forever.

And fuck if I can’t wait for everyone in our lives to know it.

Charlotte clinks a fork against her glass an hour later as all our family and friends stand outside, celebrating my birth thirty-five years ago.

“Thank you all for coming today,” she starts once everyone has quieted down. “I considered keeping this short, but we all know there’s nothing Callan loves more than people talking about him—except maybe hosting everyone who means something to him.”

A few laughs ripple around the crowd.

“So, I appreciate you coming tonight to celebrate his birthday with us. Callan”—her gaze meets mine and holds—“you are an amazing human, a loyal friend, and the kind of man everyone wants to be around. You and your generous spirit have touched the lives of everyone in this room in so many ways, and I, for one, would never want to be without you. You are an inspiration to us all. The way you take care of the people around you. The way you make things better, just by being a part of them—and that includes the Stallions team.”

A raucous cheer from where the majority of the team stands to one side of the lawn.

She lifts her glass, her hazel eyes locked on mine. “So here’s to you, Callan, for everything you’ve done and everything you’re still doing. May you receive back the love you put out into the world tenfold. You deserve nothing less. Happy birthday.”

A chorus of cheers accompanies the clinking glasses and “happy birthdays” as Charlotte presses play, resuming the playlist she made for me at Christmas.

I make my way through the crowd of well-wishers, happy to stop and talk with all my friends and colleagues. Despite living in Florida during the offseason, Pitt flew back to town for the weekend, and we spent at least thirty minutes discussing the upcoming season.

Nan is holding Opal as she sits under the shade of the umbrella on the porch, talking animatedly to Charlotte’s mom, Winnie.

“Hell of a party,” Nate says, clinking his beer against mine as I join him and Beckett on the lawn. “I can’t believe you have this many friends.”