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He sucks in a breath. “Fuck, yeah.”
I increase the speed and the pressure, and he begins moving with me, fucking my mouth.
And I find, to my surprise, that I love it.
I want him to fuck my mouth.
I want him to fuck my pussy, my ass, whatever he wants to do with my body.
I love him, and I want him.
I’m his.
His to use how he pleases.
“Fuck,” he grits out again. “Fuck. Want to come.” He grabs both sides of my head and takes over my rhythm.
And damn, it turns me on even more.
I’ve given many a blowjob in my day, but I never let a guy come in my mouth. I never wanted to.
Until now.
If Donny wants me to let him do that, I will. I totally will.
But he has other plans.
He pulls out of my mouth, and in a flash, I’m on the bed, his body over mine, his dick inside me.
He closes his eyes, his hair already slick from perspiration. He’s still clothed, his pants and boxer briefs around his hips.
I raise my hips to accommodate him, wrap my legs up and over his back, pushing him more deeply into me.
Again I won’t come, and again, I don’t care.
Not even a little bit.
This is what I crave. Donny, taking me. Making me his with his huge cock pounding into me.
“Fuck, Callie,” he grinds out again, his voice like a rasp. “Fuck, I can’t… I have to— Ah!”
He pushes into me, his pubic hair rubbing my clit.
Just a little more, just a little more… I arch to meet him, and—
“Yes, Donny. Oh, God!” The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, crashing into me and pushing me into ecstasy.
I come and I come and I come, until I can’t tell the difference between his pulses and my own.
A drummer beats my heart like a conga, and I come. I come. I come.
“Callie, damn it. I fucking love you!”
“I love you too, Donny, so much!”
The words hover around us. He repeats his. I repeat mine.
And together we clash, the cymbals at the end of a symphony.
Until the explosion subsides after a few more moments, and Donny slides off me and lies on his back.
He says nothing.
I say nothing.
Will we go again? Will he worship my body this time? Will he…
And then I know what I have to do. I have to prove to him how much I trust him. “Donny,” I say.
“Hmm?”
“I want to tell you. I want to tell you what’s bothering me.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Donny
“You have to understand,” Callie continues. “I know all the stuff you’re going through. I didn’t want to burden you with anything else.”
I shake my head, my eyes still closed. “You could never be a burden.”
My phone buzzes against the back of my thigh.
I adjust my pants and grab it. “It’s Dale. I have to answer. It could be about Dad.”
“I understand. I’ll go over to Rory’s room.”
“You don’t have to leave.”
“It’s okay. I need to talk to her anyway.” She grabs her clothes and heads into the bathroom.
“Hey,” I say into the phone while I stand, holding my pants up with the other hand.
“Any news?”
“About what?”
“Right. Geez. I was worried you were calling about Dad.”
“And Murphy? His damages?”
“It’s not the state’s policy to reimburse for damages caused by criminal activity,” I say robotically. “I didn’t even ask. But it is Steel policy, so I’ll tell Murphy I took care of it. Case closed.”
Dale heaves a sigh through the phone. “Thank God. I don’t know what we were thinking. I can’t believe this whole thing was actually my idea.”
“So you agree with me now?”
“I do. Ashley helped me see the light. I was so angry that I couldn’t think logically.”
“Don’t blame yourself. I went along with it. It’s not worth my law license. Or my sanity, for that matter. It bugged me a whole lot more than I imagined it would.”
The door to the bathroom clicks open, and Callie emerges fully dressed. She waves to me and blows me a kiss before leaving. I wave and mouth, “I love you.”
“Me too,” Dale agrees. “I finally got my life in order, and I risked fucking it up majorly. We’ll get the information we need some other way. I guess we have to tell Uncle Joe and Brock, but that can wait until you get back.” A pause. “So…the safe-deposit box…”
I nearly jerk at his mention of it. The envelope. It’s still in my suitcoat pocket. Damn. I’d forgotten about it in the heat of passion with Callie.
“Right. Totally weird. The box was actually in my name, and I swear to God, I never opened a box at this bank.”
“How close is the bank to your old office?”
“Close. Just a few buildings away.”
“Interesting. Someone opened it. And whoever it was had ID and your signature.”
“I know. Unless it was someone on the inside.”
