Page 39 of On Thin Ice

“Dick,” I jump in, finishing her sentence for her and earning myself a slap on the back of the head.

“I was going to say,” she continues, her tone laced with familiar irritation. “charismatic personality.” Callie huffs a laugh and I join her, lacing my fingers through her’s as she selects a song from my playlist and sets the phone down under the radio.

When Luke Combs' ‘When It Rains It Pours’ blasts through the speaker I'm surprised, thinking she’d choose a much more popular song to play first. I love country music, it’s no secret for people who know me, but I never play music when Callie is in my car. All I want to do when she’s around me is talk to her about anything and everything. I’ve picked her up from training every night for the last month and having not seen her all day I have to put on my detective hat and find out everything there is to know about her day, what she did, who she spoke to, how she felt etc. It’s not a controlling thing, it’s just that I'm clearly totally obsessed with this girl and I'm on a constant chase to learn everything about her. I let my hand relax over her thigh and give it a gentle rub, sinking my fingers into her baby soft skin and letting the music flow through me. This kind of music always made me happy as a child, it was the one good memory I have of the summer, having a break from hockey and driving down to the coast to spend the week with my family. We’d swim in the ocean, go for fabulous dinners in fancy restaurants and Lois and I would eat until we were sick. My parents would always have a country playlist ready for the six hour drive and Lois and I would sing along in the back before falling asleep with our faces plastered against the windows.

The chorus of the song soon begins and when Callie’s angelic voice starts singing along word for word I’m dragged out of my trip down memory lane and land back in the present with a thump. Callie knows all the words to this song, her voice is like a lullaby, soft and sweet in my ears as she leans her head back and lets herself get lost in the music. I try not to stare at her in disbelief, really I do. I try to focus on the road ahead but I can’t. How the fuck does she know this song? There’s no way she likes country music too, it’s so niche here and I don’t think I've ever met anybody who likes the same kind of music I do. This woman is my fucking soulmate. Callie turns to me after a moment, pausing her singing to ask, “What?” As I stare at her wide eyed.

I force a gulp. “Marry me.” I croak and she furrows her brows, eyeing me suspiciously.

“Did you hit your head today?” She says and I let out a sharp laugh, wrapping her small hand inside my huge one and resting it in the dip between her thighs.

“How the hell do you know this song? I didn’t peg you for a country girl Callie Burch.”

“Don’t judge a book by it’s cover Sean, you’ll get yourself in trouble.” She taunts and my cock hardens in response.

He’s constantly on alert around her anyway, never feeling satisfied unless he’s buried 9.3 inches inside her wondrous pussy.

“My mum has always loved Luke Combs, she used to play him on repeat when I was a kid and it kind of became our thing as I grew up. She would take me on road trips when Dad was away coaching, it would be just the two of us and we’d sing until our lungs were aching.” She smiles, eyes watery from the happy memories. “I miss those days with her, before she…” she looks up at me, sadness clouding her usually bright, mossy eyes. “Well, you know, before she got sick.”

I suddenly feel the need to change the subject sharpish, I want to take her mind off this path of depression it’s found itself on, so I rub my thumb across her bare thigh and turn the volume down slightly.

“Am I taking you home or are you staying at mine tonight?” I say, Callie lifts her head from where it droops and gifts me a light smile. She sighs. “Take me home.”

Oh, I didn’t think she would want to be without me tonight. I never want to be without her.

“Ok…” I mutter, questioning myself now and wondering if I can actually read her at all. I thought for sure she’d want to stay with me tonight. “Really?” I look over at her and her eyes narrow playfully.

“No, not really,” Her breathy laugh makes my chest tight. “Why don’t you just say that you want me to stay over at your house?”

The way the mood has lightened is a ‘thank fuck’ moment for me, just being able to drag her out of that sudden bout of sadness is something only I can do and the thought alone makes my heart beat quicken. “Callie, I'd have you move in if it was my choice.” I laugh, meaning every word but immediately wondering if I'm coming on too strong. I don’t tend to stress about that too much anymore, I know how Callie feels about me and I'm not scared of being too much for her. But I still occasionally let my obsession with her make itself known and then spend a few hours worrying that she might change her mind about being with this love sick puppy and want to end things. But I should have more faith in her because her response leaves me speechless.

“Move in with you…do you mean that?” She whispers, eyelashes fluttering as she peers up at me.

I nod, trying to hide the lump in my throat as she bites the inside of her cheek, contemplating.

After a minute that felt like an hour she finally nods and says casually, “I’ll think about it and get back to you.”

I suck in my smile and lean over to kiss her forehead. “Ok baby, but remember I always get my own way.”

There’s that sexy eye roll that I love.

“I’ll be getting my own way the second we step foot in your bedroom tonight Taylor, you wait and see.” She flutters her eyelashes at me again, this time the flirty energy crashes over me like a tsunami.

I gulp hard. “What…what do you want me to do?”

She flashes me a sultry smile, then her eyes darken and she whispers, “I want you to choke me with your cock.”

Oh my fucking god, I'm in for one hell of a night.

I practically drag Callie up the stairs the second we get back to my place, crashing through my bedroom door and undressing at the speed of light. Callie watches me amused, fisting her hip and pursing her sexy lips at me as I rip my clothes from my body. I march over to her, lifting her skin tight t-shirt over her curls and launching it over my shoulder. Her shorts go next, also flung over my shoulder and landing somewhere on my bedroom floor.

I point to the floor. “Get on your knees.”

Callie swallows and licks her lips, anticipation burning behind her bright eyes before she drops to the ground in front of me. I fist my already painfully hard cock as Callie tilts her head back and gives me the perfect view of her moist, pink lips.

“Fuck my mouth and make me gag.” She coos and I almost come all over her face right then. Her voice is raspy, full of need and it’s so fucking sexy it hurts.

My eyes widen at her request. “What the hell has gotten into you today?” “I just love—” She clamps her mouth shut and fights to keep her expression emotionless, but I know she’s slipped up.

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