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Translation: Damn straight, dude. Why are you still here with me?
My dog is a genius.
I give his belly a rub and kiss his head. Then I grab my keys.
It’s pouring rain outside and colder than a polar bear’s cock, but that doesn’t stop me from hopping in my Jeep and driving to Callie’s parents’. The house is dark except for the front porch light that illuminates the evergreen wreath on the door. I wonder if Callie put it there with her pretty hands, and the thought makes me smile. I park at the curb, a little ways down the street so I don’t wake her parents, and jog through the rain, across the lawn. I hop the chain-link fence into the backyard and slide up to Callie’s bedroom window in the back. It’s a route my feet remember well.
The pink-shaded lamp on her nightstand is on and she’s turned away from the window, bent over, putting laundry away in her bottom dresser drawer.
And even though it’s frigging freezing, the gorgeous view of her creamy, curvy ass peeking out of those tiny sleeping shorts is more than enough to warm me—from the crotch up. I tap the window with my knuckle, softly, so I don’t scare her. But Callie still jumps, yanks a medal she got in tenth grade off the wall, and spins around, holding it over her head like a sling shot. Her eyes are wide and her mouth is round in a tight, surprised O.
Yep—makes me want to jam my cock in there—just to feel her gasp and hum around it.
When she realizes it’s me her face collapses with relief, and she grabs at her chest. Her blond hair swings across her shoulders as she marches that tight little ass over to the window, slamming it open.
“You just took five years off my life! Are you nuts? What the hell are you doing here?”
I shrug. “I wanted to see you.”
Callie’s cheeks are flushed and her eyes are that bright, sparkling green—it’s like she gets fucking prettier every time I see her.
“You would’ve seen me tomorrow morning.”
“Nope, couldn’t wait that long.”
She moves back as I lift myself through her window—and shuts it behind me. Then I stand up, dripping on her cream carpet.
Callie pulls at my shirt. “Take this off. Your lips are turning blue.”
Together, we lift it over my head and Callie gasps when she touches my icy chest. The sound goes straight to my dick.
“Garrett, you’re freezing!”
I step closer, putting my arms around her, feeling all her sweet, soft warmth, nuzzling my nose with hers, wanting her so damn much.
“Warm me up, then, baby.”
Her hands slide through my hair, down my neck, and across my shoulders, rubbing heat into my skin.
Her voice is husky. “My parents are in their room. We have to be quiet.”
How many times has she said those words to me, in this room? A dozen times, maybe a hundred.
“I can be quiet,” I remind her. “You’re the screamer in the group.”
I slide my hands up her rib cage, taking her pajama shirt with me, baring her pale, perfect breasts. If I went blind at this moment and those beauties were the last sight my eyes would ever see? I’d be good with that.
I walk us back until Callie’s pressed up beside her door—wedged between the wall and my hard place.
I kiss her mouth, her neck, down between her tits, sinking to my knees in front of her. She plays with my wet hair as I pull those tiny shorts down her legs, revealing even teenier white bikini panties underneath. Fuck me, cotton on Callie is just as sexy as leather or lace—possibly sexier. I brush my nose against her cunt, over her panties, feeling her heat, getting dizzy—high—off the scent of her.
Then I slide those panties down her legs too—leaving her bare except for that neat, blond patch between her legs.
Callie looks down, watching me, her lids heavy and her chest panting.
I lift her leg and put it over my shoulder—opening her up for me. And then I lean in and lick her slow and firm and deliberate, just like I was thinking about . . . dreaming about all night. I stroke her with my tongue, up and down, unhurried, taking my time. I fucking love the taste of her. I love the smooth, soft, wet feel of her against my tongue. I love all her sounds, her breaths, every move she makes—especially when she’s like this—hot and begging and squirming for my touch.
I go in for another lick—deeper this time, sliding between her plump, juicy lips. Fucking delicious. Callie’s head lolls back against the wall, eyes rolling closed, moaning too loud above me.
I tsk at her, teasing, because I can be a real bastard sometimes.
“You have to be quiet, sweetheart.” I flick Callie’s clit with the tip of my tongue. “I’ll have to stop if you’re not quiet. Do you want me to have to stop?”
