Page 50 of Coast to Coast

“Yeah, give me a minute to get my head straight,” she said, her head dropping out of sight as I got a quick glance at her naked back. Did she strip down completely? Make an event out of it? Now, I would never get the image out of my head of her stripped down naked with toys anytime we were separated by a bedroom door.

I hung up the video call and quickly cleaned myself off, realizing that the shorts were toast. I would need to change before we headed back to the cookout. I wore a pair of grey sweatpants, planning to change once Crew woke up.

“Oh, no,” she said, walking up behind me. “No grey sweatpants unless you want me to lock myself back in my room.”

My cock twitched, trying to get back in the game again. Nope, that wasn’t enough to satisfy me for long. This woman was going to be the death of me, and she was so clearly off-limits only an idiot would try anything in this situation. But here I was, letting my dick make my decisions for me, no better than a twelve-year-old boy.

I pulled a t-shirt over my head, “Better?” I asked.

“Hm.”

“Calliope,” I said, using her full name for emphasis, “Have you looked in a goddamned mirror? Are you honestly asking me to cover up so you can control yourself and then traipse aroundin those tiny shorts and that top where I can see the outline of your nipples?”

She looked down at her chest, “Oh, sorry,” as she self-consciously crossed her arms. “I forgot, my nipples are, well,” she stammered nervously and somehow blushed after rolling around her bed, telling me how hard she just finger fucked herself. “I have really big nipples.”

“What?” I asked. What did she consider big nipples?

“Sorry, I know I said I didn’t talk about past partners, but apparently my nipples are ‘too big’ and ‘weird,’” she said, making air quotes as she spoke, forgetting to cover her chest just long enough for me to see that even with the bra, you could see the outline.

“I’m not sure what asshat told you that, but I don’t care if your nipples are the size of thumbs. I’m going to worship every inch of those tits. And I bet you’re that responsive, and you’ll get off just from that, won’t you?”

Jesus Christ, Tom. I mentally berated myself. I had zero control with Callie. None.

Her lips parted again, something I was starting to recognize as arousal, and she stepped from side to side before her thighs squeezed together. Shit, she loved dirty talk, too.

“Zero to sixty,” she said in awe.

“Yeah, but come here,” I said, pulling her in for a hug. Her body molded against mine, and I did my best not to turn it sexual. Our video chat was sexy as hell, but I wasn’t one to screw and run, and right now, I only wanted to get close to her somehow. I was a sucker for a good post-sex cuddle sesh, and if all I could get was a hug, I’d take it.

She nuzzled her face into my chest, breathing deeply, just as Crew yelled, “Dadda? Kiwi? I awake.”

CALLIOPE

Crew interrupted us, not that we were heading towards anything sexual, but for some reason, that hug felt a bit more intimate than anything else we had done that afternoon. I was very wrong if I thought having a door between us was enough to keep things platonic. Shit, I hadn’t even had a week alone with this man, and we were both ready to climb each other.

I needed to find a way to take the heat down between us so I could figure out how I felt about the situation. Yes, I was comfortable with sex and my body and wasn’t opposed to an occasional one-night stand if we were both on the same page. But this could never be a one-night stand, and I wouldn’t be okay if we started something that failed. I had already grown very attached to Crew. It’s crazy how quickly you fall for kids when you’re responsible for them. I could only imagine the hell Sam went through a year ago.

Tom changed Crew and swapped his sweatpants for another pair of shorts. When we returned to the party, they had already brought the food back for round two. When I asked about Britney, everyone avoided my eyes.

Damon finally piped up, “She whined until Jonah took her home.” Jonah lived in the complex, but Britney did not. “She kept complaining about her hair being limp or some bullshit.”

“Someone didn’t have an older brother, and it shows,” I said with a chuckle.

“My older brother made it his mission to ‘toughen me up’ and get me ready to face the world,” Gwen said, “Thank goodness that included getting my liquor tolerance up before I went to college. Not only could my knee connect with a guy’s nuts blindfolded, but I wasn’t going to get blackout drunk at a frat party.”

“All my siblings went to BU, so I had watchers everywhere, thanks to PJ.”

I caught Tom watching me throughout the late afternoon and evening. As it started to get dark, Mariana began to wrangle the kids, having bribed them with a movie night back at her and Alex’s place. Crew loved playing with the older kids and followed behind them happily.

Tom and Damon worked on lighting a campfire in the large community fire pit, and I snuck off to get my guitar.

When Gwen saw me return with the guitar, she clapped excitedly, “Yes! I was hoping you wouldn’t forget about playing for us! What do you know?”

“I brought my iPad, so I can look up chords and lyrics if I don’t know something. So hit me with what you want to hear.”

It had been weeks since I’d last performed, and I missed it. I also loved when someone requested a song, and I had to learn it on the fly.

“John Denver? Country Roads?” Kayleigh put in the first request.

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