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“It’s okay,” she says with a shrug, staying on her knees until the bathroom door cranks open and shuts with a thud.
Their footsteps pound toward the back stall. This time, without embarrassment, I let it all hang out. Bliss overtakes me, and I don’t care what they think or have to say about it. I finally let loose and let myself feel something right in front of me.
“Holy shit,” Rad laughs. “No way.” Shaking his head, he leans over and examines the mess I left on River. His dark eyes sparkle with pride when he grins at me.
"What're you guys doing in here?" she asks, narrowing her eyes when she climbs to her feet.
Slowly, I tuck my dick back into my pants and zip myself in. Even if the sight of her with my cum dripping down her tits makes my cock stir again. My breaths shudder when I climb to my wobbly feet.
"We came to see what prick shouted your name. Fuck."
Possession seizes Kieran's voice when his eyes find mine. Instead of the ire I thought I'd receive, a smirk pulls at his lips. He nods at me approvingly and turns to grip River by the hair.
"Now, before we go, be a good girl and tell Callum thank you," Kieran demands in a low voice, sending me a knowing look.
I swallow hard, my heart thumping through my damn chest when she turns to me, sporting a smirk. Shivers run down my spine, and my mouth pops open at her glistening in my jizz. Sliding a finger down her cum-soaked chest, she swirls it in my essence, almost playing with it. I track her movements when she swishes it around her erect nipple, painting it like a masterpiece. Fuck. Making eye contact, she sucks her finger into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks and moaning.
"Thank you, Callum," she rasps, effectively leaving me and the other two idiots dumbfounded and unable to utter words.
My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth, twisting when she winks, letting me know I did a good job.
Holy fuck. What a woman.
"Uh, we uhh, we came to say goodbye. Asher is probably losing his shit by now," Kieran finally spits out, leaning in to take her lips hostage.
"Fine, goodbye," she mutters breathlessly, shoving at his chest.
"We'll leave you to get cleaned up, Pretty Girl," Rad says with a megawatt grin, lighting up the entire room.
She shrugs with a tired sigh, rubbing at her temples. He gives her a quick peck on the lips and pulls back.
"Give me a minute," I mutter, nodding for them to leave.
Immediately, they take the hint and head toward the door with their shoulders back and smiles on their faces. I haven't seen my friends this happy in a long time, and it's all because of her. Maybe Kieran and his obsession make sense because I'm falling down the same rabbit hole. Asher won't know what hit him when we bring her along when we get into the Battle of the Bands. Because we're getting in, there's no way around that. It's our one and final chance to drive off into the sunset.
"We'll wait by the front door," Kieran says just as they leave the room, leaving River and me alone.
I give her a soft smile as I walk to the sink and start the water. Reaching up, I grab a few brown paper towels and wet them.
"I'll… I'll clean you up," I whisper, stumbling over my damn tongue again. Swallowing hard, I avert my eyes to the ground as anxiety grabs hold.
"You can look at me," she whispers, lifting my chin with her fingers.
Once my eyes meet hers, my breath shudders. Everything seems to click into place, and I nod, gently wiping away my essence from her chest.
"It's hard to make eye contact sometimes," I mutter, throwing the towels into the trash and reaching for more.
"With me, you don't have to worry. I mean, you came on my chest, Cal. I think we're a little past not making eye contact," she says with a small laugh, pulling a chuckle from my chest.
I blush again, instinctively wanting to look away. "I'll work on it," I promise, smiling down at her when I pat her chest dry.
"Now you're just feeling me up," she quips, pointing to my hands as they dab along her tits.
I rip my hand away, looking down at the ground again. "Just trying to make sure you're dry." I quickly throw the towels out and beeline toward the door. I've been brave enough for one day—my heart pounds when I throw the door open, stopping when she calls out my name.
"Callum!" she laughs, strolling forward with a wad of clothes in her hands. "I was just teasing. Now, go with your bros and back to greener pastures." She grins about it, but a deep-seated fear rests in the back of her moss-green eyes.
I lick my lips, stepping up to her. My palms are slick with sweat, and my heart fucking pounds harder than ever. My head swims in anxiety, but I push through it, pressing my lips against her supple cheek. I linger for longer than necessary, soaking in the feeling of her warm flesh beneath my lips.
