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“Come for me, Bluebird,” I groan against her pussy, as she grinds against me.
“It’s too much,” she gasps her body twisting and turning. She tries to pull away as the pleasure intensifies. I grab her hips, allowing her no room to escape—leaving her helpless to do nothing but take the pleasure I give her.
“It’s everything, Callie,” I growl against her clit. I flatten my tongue out and lick her before moving my mouth to the inside of her thigh and biting there, marking her body while my fingers are buried deep inside of her, stretching and fucking her. Callie cries out, her head moving back and forth. I feel her falling apart right then. Her body flooding with her come and I bury my face between her legs intent on tasting every last drop.
“Reed!” she cries as she orgasms, and I continue fucking her with my fingers and my face. “Reed, I love you!” she practically yells, and I promise myself that no matter what happens, I will never give up on Callie. I’ll prove to her that real men don’t give up when the woman is worth it—and God she is worth it.
She’s worth everything.
37 Callie
One Week Later
Reed and I have fallen into a pattern. It’s the happiest I’ve ever been in my life, and maybe that’s why it feels like I’m waiting for a shoe to drop. It feels as if something bad must happen. There’s no way I can be allowed to be this happy.
Mom hasn’t mentioned the truth behind who my father is, and I haven’t asked. I spend my time off taking care of her and checking on her. Then, I work at the flower shop. One night a week is spent at the Johnson’s staying with Mrs. Johnson. Sometimes Reed stays with me, and I fix dinner for all of us, making sure to have plenty of leftovers for Mr. Johnson when he comes back. I haven’t seen Niles since the day I left with my belongings, and I figure unless it’s something to do with mom… I never will.
I can admit that my head is still messed up over that. I loved him my whole life and I searched for his approval, never receiving it, but always trying.
I try to pull away from my thoughts. I can’t look at the past. I need to look at what I have in the here and now, and that means Reed. He’s quickly become my entire world. We haven’t made love completely yet, but it’s coming. We both know it and we’re ready for it. We’ve pleasured one another often and the tension between us is about ready to boil over. I know he’s waiting for me to give him the go ahead. I’m not sure why I’m holding back—unless it is this feeling inside of me that it’s all going to fall down around me…
I shake my head. I’m just being silly. Reed loves me and I love him. That’s all that matters. If there’s one legitimate dark spot on our happiness, it’s the laundry. That thought makes me smile as I put our clothes into the washing machine at the Spin Cycle laundromat. Usually, Reed comes with me, but he’s working late at the garage trying to finish a car up. With what I make at the flower shop and what he makes, we get by fine. He works overtime every time he gets a chance though. He says he wants us to put money back so we can have our own place one day. He’s completely confident in what we have together, and I envy him that. I’m always the scared one.
“Well, hey, Callie. I haven’t seen you since school.”
My entire body tightens up as I turn to see Chasity Newberg.
“I guess not,” I mutter, turning back around, praying she’ll take the hint—yet knowing she won’t.
“They’re saying you’re living with Reed Lane now,” she says.
“That’s what they say,” I mumble, not bothering to turn around.
“I guess I had you pegged all wrong,” she says, and my back stiffens, because I know whatever she’s getting at, it’s not good.
“What are you beating around the bush about, Chasity? We both know you’re here to be a bitch, so get it over with already.”
“You don’t know me, Callie,” she argues, but God, I only wish that was true.
“I know you walked into the laundromat without clothes to wash,” I respond. She crosses her hands at her chest defensively.
“You’re not the nice girl you pretend to be,” she spews. “You’ve got this whole town snowed, but not me. You look down your nose at me, thinking you’re so much better than me. It’s bullshit. The truth is you want to be me.”
“How in the hell do you figure that?”
“It’s the only answer I can come up with as to why you want to sleep with the same men I do,” she says with a nasty smirk.
