Page 52 of On Thin Ice

He heaves a sigh of relief as he steps into the shelter that I'm standing under. “Hi,”

I give him a timid smile and blink up at him. “Hey,”

His huge arms wrap around my waist and haul me gently into him before he cocoons me in a comforting hug, breathing deeply into the warmth of my hair and humming with satisfaction. I link my arms around his neck and tiptoe to bury my face into his damp shoulder, his jacket is dripping with moisture from the heavy rain but I don’t care, I just want him to hold me for a minute.

“Joel set me up last night, he asked that blonde to approach me and then took a photo. He wanted to make it look like I was cheating on you so that you’d end things with me.” He murmurs into my neck and I pull away, wanting to look at his beautiful, dimpled face. The hurt is clear in his eyes like I knew it would be, the pain that I could believe he would ever do that to me.

I always knew Joel was an asshole, but this really takes the biscuit, and the worst part is that Joel was the one who ended things with me, not the other way around. It’s like he’s just mad that I found someone who actually treats me the way I deserve to be treated and now I'm out of reach for him. I sigh and scrape my hair over one shoulder. “He’s such a prick, I'm sorry I doubted you last night.”

He tucks one rogue curl behind my ear and I shiver at the way his finger lightly brushes against my collarbone. “It’s alright baby, I know trusting me is hard for you.” He breathes a weighty sigh, laced with exhaustion and deep defeat.

I feel like shit that I’ve made him think I don’t trust him because I do, I just have an automated barrier always at the ready to snap down and protect myself from any sort of hurt. I have to try to explain this to him so he gets it, I don’t want him to feel deflated, like his hard work is useless and I still doubt him at every hurdle.

“That’s the thing though,” Sean raises his head as I begin to explain. “It’s not hard for me to trust you. I don’t know what came over me last night, I should have known it wasn’t what it looked like.” I breathe, bracketing his jaw in my hands and running my thumbs across his dimples.

He quickly shakes his head and covers my hands with his own. “It’s not your fault, if I'd have seen a photo like that I would have felt all the same things you did, betrayal, hurt—”

I cut him off by pressing our lips together, taking his breath away for a split second before he gains it back and cups my ass with both hands, squeezing gently and swiping away at my tongue with his. The heat of his mouth, the words he just said, the way this man understands everything that I'm feeling without me having to say it, all makes me more sure by the second that I'm deeply in love with him.

He pulls away with a deep gulp of air. “You know I'm trying right Cal? I’m really fucking trying to be good for you.”

My forehead lands on his chest as he plants a lingering kiss in my hair. “I know, I see it. I see everything you do, it doesn’t go unnoticed.” He pulls my face up to look at him, brown eyes swimming with gratitude and love as he glues me to the spot with his intense, yet soft stare.

“Good,” he smiles, dimples waving hello and making my knees weak. “I would do anything for you, do you know that? I would crawl over glass, walk through open flames, cut my own hand off.” He laughs and I copy, sniffing back the tears of happiness listening to him declare his unwavering feelings for me. “I mean it, I’d do absolutely anything.” I gulp down the three words that are balancing on the precipice of my tongue and clear my throat, raking a hand through my wild curls and looking past Sean at the still pelting rain.

“I know the plan was to go for a scenic walk but…” I grimace as I watch the rain splatter against the ground, puddles spanning across the car park. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea anymore.”

Sean barks a laugh and turns to look at the cinematic storm that’s quickly growing. “Why? Nothing wrong with a little rain,” he turns back to me, teasing grin out in full force. “Or are you scared about your hair getting ruined?”

I smack his chest hard and shoot him an eye roll. “Let’s just go for a drive instead.”

“Oh yeah?” He wiggles his eyebrows at me, a laugh bursting through my lips as I look at his sparkling eyes, ideas of a sexual nature forming behind them — which by the way, I'm fully on board with.

“Yeah big boy, come on.” I leave a pat-pat on his chest and take a tiny step out into the rain, ready to sprint across the lot to his car.

But before my foot can even make contact with the soaking ground Sean’s arm snakes around my middle and yanks me back under the protection of the canopy.

“Have you lost your god damn mind Burch? I'm not going to let you get wet running to my car.” He shrugs his jacket off, his only form of cover from the downpour and hovers it over my head. “The only time I want to see you soaking wet is when my face is between your thighs.” He smirks and my body listens to his demand, pooling the moisture and radiating heat right from the very spot he just mentioned.

Sean’s arm hooks under my ass and lifts me to his waist with one hand, jogging across the car park with me clinging to him under the protection of his jacket. He drops me on my ass into the passenger seat before running around and climbing in beside me. Miraculously, I'm totally dry, Sean on the other hand is dripping like a dog who just climbed out of the bath but that doesn’t even slightly dull the breathtaking smile that’s covering his entire face right now.

We must have been driving for at least an hour, chatting nonstop like we always do and listening to country music, singing together at the top of our lungs. Sean decides to pull over into the gravelly area of a country park that looks pretty deserted. I know where his mind is at the second I glance over at him, feeling the familiar tingling sensation as his eyes coast over my body hungrily. I dive over the centre console, landing with my legs straddling his lap and begin to attack his mouth with mine. His breath catches in his throat before he sighs happily and sucks my bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling gently and causing a wave of desperation to wash over me.

“This isn’t what I,” he peppers kisses down my neck, “had in mind when I said” he rubs his nose across my jaw, “let’s park up.”

Bullshit, this is precisely what he had in mind.

“Hmm,” I hum as his tongue strokes the sensitive skin behind my ear, leaving goosebumps on every inch of skin it touches. “I think this is exactly what you had in mind. Plus, I’ve been horny since last night.” When his soft lips collide with mine again I feel more desperate than ever to have him touch me, like really touch me. “It’s kind of exciting you know, doing it in public.”

Sean’s fingers find my jeans zip and drag it down slowly, swiping his tongue against mine. “Hell yeah it is baby.” He breathes, his voice so deep and sexy it’s making my blood boil with desire.

His hand dips inside my underwear, the hot skin reacting immediately to even the slightest touch from him.

He slips a finger inside me and I clench around him, a moan along with a quiet, “Fuck,” leaving his parted lips as he circles my clit with his thumb. Jesus Christ I'm not going to be able to contain myself for long, I can never get enough of him. My back is arched, my legs still straddling him as they begin to shake, the orgasm heavy in the pit of my stomach. I want to make this last, to hold onto the burning, pulsating need as long as possible but Sean has other ideas. He picks up his pace inside me, his finger dipping in and out fast, the heel of his palm slapping against my clit. As I throw my head back, panting and moaning, Sean’s mouth locates my neck, sucking a trail of possessive swells up it.

Sean mutters a muffled, “My god,” as he watches me, his fist between his teeth and his eyes bulging. “Come on my fingers Callie, right now. I shake my head, eyes still screwed shut and neck craned backwards as I fight against my impending orgasm. “No, not yet Sean,”

His hand is on the base of my throat immediately, pulling my face back to his, eyes dark with dominance. “You fucking do as you’re told,” he growls, Jesus, he’s so hot, “now be a good girl and come all over my hand.” The two magic words are all it takes to push me toppling over the edge, the orgasm crashing into me and knocking the wind out of me completely. I cry out his name, grinding against his fingers and feeling the prickling moisture in my eyes as the intense pleasure rolls over me like a wave. “You’re so fucking pretty when you’re coming all over me.” Sean coos into my ear, his hot breath coasting over my skin and making me tremble. “I fucking worship you.” He whispers, sucking my earlobe into his mouth and forcing me to collapse with pleasure filled exhaustion against his chest. When I manage to catch my breath and look up at Sean he’s gleaming with pride like he just accomplished something impossible, which is hilarious to me because making me come is one of his more practiced hobbies.

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