Page 40 of Coast to Coast

Fifteen minutes later, my dick practically exploded in my hand as I watched ropes of cum flow down the drain in my shower. I might have shouted her name when I climaxed, but the sexual tension in this house was fucking dangerous. It was only a matter of time before we both relented. The more time I spent with her, the more normal it felt and the easier it was to forget that I was her boss.

For the first time in almost a year, my focus had an outlet outside my son and hockey. I previously had no room for women and hadn’t flirted or even thought much about involving anyone in the craziness that my life had become. But I saw the difference between my teammates with partners and those who were single. They were grounded and more content. Was it possible for me to be either of those things when my son spent half his life thousands of miles away? And when he was with me, he missed his mom and Sam.

There was no doubt that I was attracted to Callie; that part was easy; she was fucking gorgeous. But I liked her. She was attentive to Crew, and while, yes, that was what we paid herfor, she cared. She didn’t have to sing to him on her nights off. There’d be plenty of nights ahead of her where she wouldn’t have time to herself. But she was doing it anyway. And it was quickly becoming my favorite part of having her here.

I dried off after my shower, slipped into a pair of grey sweatpants, and headed to bed. Callie had left her book out earlier, and since it looked like she finished it, I swiped it and figured I would try and read it.

Years ago, one of my college roommates had been slightly obsessed with his co-worker in the school café, and she’d called him creepy for texting her too much. He might have also liked every single one of her Instagram posts going back four years in less than an hour after she accepted his follow request, but he was harmless.

But fuck, this main character in this book wasn’t stalker light; he put tracking devices on her car, sent her creepy “I see you” texts, and she ate it up.

Me to Callie: Is this shit for real?

I texted her, following with a photo of one of the pages in the book.

Callie: Why are you reading my book???

Me: Taking notes. Is this what women want?

Callie: It’s complicated. There’s more to him than his stalker side.

Me: What? Like a ten-inch dick?

Callie: Um, in this one, it’s nine, but he’s pierced and uncircumcised, so yeah…

Yikes. I winced at the thought of anything piercing my dick. It’s bad enough I’d had a few pucks to the nuts over the years, but no way I’d ever let a piercing needle anywhere near my dick.

Me: And that’s supposed to be good for her?

Callie: For both of them, supposedly…

Me: Is this something you have firsthand experience with?

Callie: Is this you, as my boss asking, or my fake boyfriend?

Nice, Callie, a good reminder that this wasn’t a topic of conversation we should be discussing. I had no right to any of her sexual history, and for some reason, I couldn’t stop asking her invasive questions.

Me: Neither, it’s me, the guy who is genuinely interested in your answer.

The text bubbles popped up immediately and then disappeared. I waited a few minutes and gave up on her response. Her silence was an extremely loud response. Line crossed. Point taken. Back off, Tom.

Callie: I don’t think discussing specifics from past partners is healthy.

I read through that text and was contemplating a response when another text came through from her.

Callie: And yes, that’s because I’ve been thinking a LOT about what you might be like as a partner. It’s been a battle of wills with my rational mind. So much could go wrong.

Ain’t that the truth? I rested my head back on the pillow and stared at the ceiling. Was Callie the first woman I’d been interested in because I was in the middle of such a dry spell? Was it the close proximity? Or was there something there worth pursuing? Either way, it was a warning to tread lightly.

Me: First off, I agree past partner deets are off-limits. Sorry, I asked. Penis piercings are a curiosity, and I’m probably going to spend the rest of the night on Google trying to satisfy this emerging interest.

Deep breath, Tom, think. What you say next fucking matters.

Me: And yes, I am not hiding that I’m crazy attracted to you and well aware of how that complicates our situation. Can I trust that you’ll tell me when I cross the line?

Please don’t tell me I’ve crossed the line. This flirtation we had going was so much fucking fun, even if it left me fucking my fist in the shower every single night. I wasn’t ready to stop.

Callie: Yes.

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