Page 27 of On Thin Ice

How the hell am I supposed to say no to that face?

I do like to fuck with him though, so the first word that comes out of my mouth is, “No.”

His face falls. “No?”

“Joking,” I bark another laugh and he throws me over his shoulder, slam dunking me onto my bed. His lips find my stomach first, he lifts my t-shirt and peppers tiny kisses all over my skin, making a pathway up to my collarbone and neck before I'm shivering all over.

He hums with satisfaction into my neck and whispers, “Take your clothes off.”

I laugh and shove him off me. “Absolutely not, Molly is in the other room.” I swing my feet over the edge of my bed, standing up and grabbing my phone from the dresser.

Sean moves behind me, his warmth cocooning me as his hands grip my hips and he peers over my shoulder.

“Is he still contacting you?” He says, sucking my earlobe between his lips. I nod. “He keeps texting me and saying he’s going to come here so we can talk, even though I’ve told him there’s nothing to talk about. He’s not getting the hint.”

Sean swipes the phone from my hand, over my head and spins away from me. “Let me call him.”

“What? No, Sean you—”

But it’s too late, he’s scrolling, then tapping, then pressing my phone to his ear. I clamber onto my bed and jump on his back, the weight of me barley causing his body to move when I collide with him. I reach around, snatching at my phone and cursing at him, until Joel’s deep voice comes through the phone and I freeze, clinging to Sean’s back like a chimp. “Callie? Thank god you called me I was starting to think—”

“It’s not Callie.” Sean growls, his shoulders tensing under my grip. I bury my face into his shoulder blades, shaking my head. I need to hear what he says to Joel but I’m also shitting myself at what he’s going to say to Joel. This is 100 percent a no win situation but I'm dying to see how it plays out.

“Sean Taylor? Is that you? What the fuck are you doing with my girl’s phone?” Joel’s voice is a little jittery on the other end of the line and Sean cracks his neck from side to side, red hot possession climbing up his neck. Something resembling a protective rumble rolls up Sean’s throat. “Don’t ever call her that again, she’s not your girl anymore, she’s mine.” I hoist myself up Sean’s back, wrapping my arms around his neck and nestling my nose into his shoulder. “She doesn’t want you, she wants me, so back the fuck off and don’t contact her again.”

“I-I-I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, she—”

Sean cuts him off again. “Let me make this easy for you man, don’t ever contact her again or I'll come over and snap your puny legs in half… alright?” He doesn’t give Joel a chance to respond before he hits the red button and pockets my phone.

“God you’re such a dick, that was unnecessary.” I groan, slipping down his back and landing on my feet with a soft thud.

Sean sits on the edge of my bed and rakes his hair back. “It was necessary Cal, he needed to know that your mine and I don’t share.”

“You sure used to be good at sharing your dick with everyone on campus.” I fold my arms over my chest and jut my hip out the side. Sean lifts his chin, that crooked grin plastered across his face as he reaches his arms out and hauls me to him. I stand between his open knees, still pursing my lips at him whilst his runs his hands down my back.

“Yeah well, I don’t share you.”

I climb onto his lap, my legs straddling his hips. “I don’t want to fall in love with you.” I moan, pushing my fingers through his thick hair and he nudges my nose with his.

“Well, unfortunately for you I'm balancing on the edge right now and you best believe if I fall I'm taking you down with me.”

Chapter 22

Sean

I’ve been away for just over a week now, competitions swamping my schedule and my mind, tearing me away from the girl who now rules my every thought. I miss her, having not seen her for 9 days now, I can’t pretend I'm not struggling with withdrawal. She’s like a drug and I'm her biggest addict. We’re due back from two weeks of competitions on Saturday and I'm constantly thinking about spending the whole weekend wrapped around Callie, touching her at all times, I love touching her. My dick is missing her too, that’s why when I call her tonight I have one very specific request.

“I need a photo of you Callie.” I say, the phone balancing precariously between my shoulder and my ear as I fight with my sock.

“Hello to you too,” She snickers, the sound of her silky voice sends my cock rocketing behind my jeans. I huff and rip my sock off the end of my foot, giving up that particular one handed fight whilst I talk to my girl. “Hey baby, I miss you. I need a photo of you.”

“Why?”

“I can’t keeping jerking off to mental images of you, I need something to look at.” I sit on the edge of the sofa next to Kyle as he batters his Xbox remote, muttering curses under his breath.

Callie huffs a laugh. “Oh, you want a naughty picture?” Her voice takes on a sultry tone and I have to adjust my junk.

I nod, even though she can’t see me. “I mean, I could definitely still make myself come to a picture of you fully clothed, but where’s the fun in that?” “Ok, hold on,” She says and I hear her start padding barefoot across her dorm.

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