Page 83 of Untroubled Heart

Tonight, you told me you’re with me for me. I can’t begin to describe the way you make me feel, the safety and contentment with which you hold my heart and own it. It could only ever have been you. Remember the first time we walked through our house, and you asked me what I was looking for? It wasn’t anything physical, just that soul-deep sense that everything was as it should be. You can’t pinpoint what it is, because it’s a thousand tiny things all in the right place at the right time. That’s you. That’s my love for you.

Yours. Always. Mason.

I fold the letter and tuck it into the side pocket of my bag that sits on an armchair in Callie’s room, just as I hear the shower turn off. I’ve never taken a girl on a date. I knew I wanted to save that for the girl who was going to be the one, but I’m certain it wouldn’t have been like that with anyone else. Callie makes everything feel so easy.

We got home and picked up Navie from West and Maevyn straight away. She was already asleep, but Callie roused her enough to have a feed before settling for the rest of the night. I had a shower while the two of them had their moment together, and now I sit on the end of the bed, waiting for Callie.

My heart kicks up a notch as she opens the door of her bathroom. Her face is completely free of makeup, her body bare. I watch in awe as she pads across the carpet to the dresser in front of me. The smooth skin of her legs, the dreamcatcher inked at the top of her thigh and stretching over the flare of her hips. Dainty roses touch the curve of her arse and the edge of her soft belly. A scar sits low over her pubic bone, earned during the delivery of her daughter.

“What are you looking at?” she asks, staring at me through the full-length mirror beside her dresser as she pulls underwear from the top drawer. Not sure why she thinks she needs those.

“Why are you looking for clothes?” I shake my head and crook my finger for her to come over to me.

She smiles, dropping the panties back in the drawer, then spins around to face me, swishing her hips until she stands between my parted thighs.

My hands find her waist as I take a deep inhale of the faint floral scent left on her skin from her body wash. Her body shivers as I dot kisses over her hip and across her scar.

I slide across the bed until I’m in line with the mirror’s reflection, then turn Callie around, tugging until she’s seated on my lap.

“The only thing you’ll wear in my bed is me,” I say, sliding my hands up her ribs until I cup her breasts, flicking my thumbs over her puckered nipples. “My hands. My kisses.” I press a kiss to her shoulder, then open my legs, taking hers with me so she’s spread open, her pussy glistening in the mirror. “My tongue.” My tongue runs over her neck, making her tip to the side, giving me more access.

“Actually, this is my bed.” She sighs, arching her back so her arse rubs over my cock. I can already feel pre-cum leaking from the tip, always so hot, hard, and ready for her.

“Mmm, my mistake. Maybe you should be telling me what to do then.”

She sinks into my chest, head falling to my shoulder. “Touch me,” she pleads, so sweetly.

“Look in the mirror.” Her blue eyes find mine, her chest rising steadily. “Where?”

She bites her lip in thought and maybe a little hesitation before finding her voice. “My pussy. But keep one hand on my nipple, exactly what you’re doing.”

My cock twitches at her guidance. “Will you call me a good boy if I do?” I ask, putting two fingers in my mouth before letting my hand trail down her stomach.

“Uh-huh.” She nods, watching in the mirror as my hand gets closer to her clit.

My fingers tease over her, massaging up and down, letting her gentle moans and the way her body moves guide me. Her breasts thrust into my touch, and I roll her nipple until a bead of milk spills from the end, coating my fingers and making me groan.

I’ve got to get this on my cock, have her soak me as I coat her chest with my cum. I release a shaky breath, imagining it, then let my hand dip further down.

Her arousal is already gathered at her entrance. I look at her reflection in the mirror, finding her eyes fixed where my hand plays between her legs.

“Are you watching your pretty pussy? Seeing how wet she gets for me.” Her fingers curl into my thighs. “What do you want me to do now?” I nip at her ear as I circle her entrance.

“Put your fingers inside me.”

“How many do you want, Callie baby?”

Her eyes start to fall shut before she catches herself, and they fly open again. “Two.”

I ease my middle and forefinger in, groaning when I find her drenched and clenching.

Callie moans as I languidly stroke her inner walls, hitting her clit with the heel of my palm while my thumb circles her nipple.

Her hand clutches my wrist as a rough gasp is ripped from her throat, and her hips start to buck.

“Just… like… that.” She presses my palm harder against her clit as she starts fucking herself on my fingers, still watching us in the mirror.

“Yeah? You love the way I make you come, baby?” My body starts to rock with hers.