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He was done. His eyes saw red. His cock begged for release.
He didn’t say anything. He grabbed her and carried her to the nearest table. With one swipe of his arm, he unloaded condiments and whatever the hell else was there. She lay back, this Jezebel he craved like no other, and he unzipped, let his jeans fall to give him room to maneuver, and before either of them could ponder whether this was a good idea or not, he buried his cock inside her.
Damn.
Tight. Wet. Warm.
Cal had to take a moment because he was so close to the finish line, he knew he’d blow before she had a chance to join him. But the little devil wasn’t having any of it. She began to gyrate, to make those fucking noises again—the ones that drove him crazy—and he slowly began to move. He might be near to finishing, but he was going to make sure she enjoyed every last second of it for as long as he could go.
“Faster,” she growled.
“No,” he managed to say before capturing her mouth once more and inhaling any other words she had. He plundered her mouth as his cock filled her. The taste and touch and smell of Millie was an aphrodisiac that, if bottled, would make him a billionaire. He couldn’t get enough, and yet he held on, slowly pulling out before plunging back in again. He did that until she bit him, and he laughed, hands on her head now so he could hold her steady as he increased his rhythm.
“You’re driving me crazy,” she said, matching him, her hips moving faster.
“Same,” he said through clenched teeth, his shirt now soaked through with sweat.
“Cal, was it always this good?” Her voice ended on a yelp, and he knew he’d hit that special spot. One hand holding her hips at an angle, he increased his thrusts, the intensity built to drive them both home.
He watched her, this beautiful woman who gave herself up to him with no agenda, withholding nothing. When her eyes slammed shut and she tightened around him, he finally let go, his hands dug in, his body covering hers fully.
They came together in a tangled mess of slick skin, scorching kisses, and an orgasm that shook him to the core. He had no idea how long it lasted. Only that when the red haze cleared, and his body was spent, he stroked her cheek and dropped one last kiss to her mouth.
“In answer to your question,” he said hoarsely, “I don’t it’s ever been that good.”
She licked her bottom lip and sighed. “Maybe we should try again? Just to be sure.”
Cal cracked a smile. “Give me ten minutes and we’ll see.”
“You need that much?” She sat up and slid off the table, Cal already hard at the sight of her completely naked in the bar. Love bites marked the side of her neck and her breasts, and she cupped them, running her fingers along the nipples, her eyes wide and glistening as she looked at him.
“Five should do,” he growled, reaching for his shirt. He pulled it over his head, and it was game on.
CHAPTER15
It was Sunday,late afternoon, and Millie was in the kitchen, humming some mindless tune while munching on a potato chip, Mr. Higgins snuggled on the sofa. Outside, darkness touched the edge of a snow-filled sky that promised another dumping; up to ten inches, according to the local news.
She had a pot of chili on the stove, fresh bread just out of the oven, and her stomach rumbled at the aroma. She wasn’t much of a cook, but man, she made a mean chili. Her hair was pulled up into a loose knot, and she wrinkled her nose as a strand tickled the end of it. Millie stretched and grimaced, swearing under her breath as she rubbed along her back and down her thighs. She was sore. Ached in places that hadn’t ached in a long, long time.
But damn, it had been worth it.
She blushed at the thought of her and Cam in the Sundowner. Having sex everywhere. The bar. The table. Up against the wall near the stage. On the stage. They’d behaved like two horny teenagers who’d just discovered what happens when you insert A into B and have at it.
Then they’d locked up and come back to her place. She’d woken up to Cal inside her, his hands holding her in place as he moved from behind. He’d rocked into Millie until she couldn’t see straight, and then they’d had sex one last time in the shower before he’d had to leave. He was, after all, now a responsible adult and had Nora, Ryland, and Scarlett waiting for him at home.
There were no words about love or any of that kind of stuff. No way were those three words falling from her lips. But there’d been tender moments when eyes connected and fingers caressed. It was as if they didn’t want to talk about what they were feeling. About how this would affect their relationship.
Whatever that meant.
A knock at the door banished all thoughts of the night before, and with a quick rotation of her shoulders, the kink in her neck lessened. Millie crossed the room and threw open the door, letting in a gust of wind and a hint of snow. She stepped back when she spied Ivy standing there, a big bag of popcorn in one hand and an overnight bag in the other.
Ivy sailed past her, long hair loose and curling over her thick black puffer coat, a canary-yellow wool hat on top of her head. She set down her bag of snacks, dropped her backpack, and turned to Millie, a dramatic flourish to her hands as she flicked them toward her, eyebrows raised. She pushed up her glasses and cocked her head to the side.
“You and Cal,” Ivy said.
There was no point denying it, so Millie just smiled and enveloped her old friend in a hug.
Ivy made a hilarious gesture of sniffing Millie’s neck. “You’ve hadallthe sex.”
