Page 66 of Coast to Coast

“Holy fuck, you got off on that?”

“I did,” she said, her body boneless.

“How?”

“I don’t know; it’s just something that happens. I wouldn’t argue with you if you were to ask me to ride your fingers, though,” she said, pressing her mound against my hip, hungry for more friction.

I slipped my hand down between her legs, my thumb pressing against her clit as I pushed two fingers inside her, her hot, wet pussy squeezing my fingers, her hips rocking against my hands. Fuck me. I was getting hard again, imagining her tight around my cock.

Her eyes went wide as I brought her hand to my dick.

“Babe, were you made for me?” She asked as she pulled my hand away and moved to straddle me.

She held my cock in her hand, rubbing the head of it down her clit to her tight, wet hole, and sunk on top of me. Taking my full length inside her. Our eyes locked as her hips began to rock against me, my hands making my way to her gorgeous tits, her sensitive nipples calling to me. I drew one into my mouth and took the other between my thumb and forefinger. She rewarded me with a sharp cry of pleasure, and the vice grip her pussy had on my cock pulsed as she all but lost herself to the sensations. Fuck, this woman was sexy, and she was lost as she rode me, taking what she needed.

And when her orgasm tore through her, she kept rocking against me until I followed her over the edge, my second orgasm just as intense as the first. She collapsed on top of me, her mouth seeking mine for a soul-searching kiss.

“I think,” I whispered, “That this is going to end up being a damn strong addiction.”

Callie laughed against my mouth, “For real. But we should probably pull our shit together. The little guy is going to be up any minute.”

And as if on cue, “Dada?” Crew called. At that moment, I thanked God that Kelsey and Sam had taught Crew to call from his room and not come bounding into our bedrooms. Something they must have learned from experience.

CALLIOPE

The first half of the week, it felt as if we were playing house. I took care of Crew during the day while Tom practiced, and at night, when he got home, we ate dinner together, managed Crew’s bedtime together, and then spent as much time as possible with him buried deep inside me. No matter how many times I had him, I still craved more.

Juno: How’s Colorado?

I hadn’t texted my sister once since I arrived. Not because I didn’t want to tell her but because I knew she’d push me to define where I saw this relationship going with Tom. And right now, I wanted to be stingy with it, reserve it for the two of us, and not share it with the world.

So much about our lives was out of our control; this wasn’t. Right now, it was the only thing that we had to ourselves.

Me: It’s great. The early fall weather is beautiful.

Crew and I have been taking advantage of the outdoors as much as possible. We have been exploring family-friendly trailsand nurturing a newfound obsession with bugs, snakes, and any living creature that slithers or crawls on more than four legs.

Juno: Why are you avoiding me?

Me: I’m not. I’ve just been busy with Crew.

Juno: The only way you’d be too busy to text me is if you’re riding his daddy at night.

Fuck. She knows me too well. I let the text sit unanswered while I continued to make dinner. Tom would be home later than usual tonight. He had to pick up his mother at the airport. While I know he and Crew were looking forward to seeing Patty, she would spend her nights here sleeping in Tom’s bed while he slept on the pullout couch. Our alone time would be severely limited while she was in town, and I had sadly gotten used to sleeping next to Tom.

I was already dreading my return to Boston, and the added stress of the official start of the hockey season meant that the perfect little routine we’d built would be changing fast.

Tom: How’s the day going?

I didn’t expect to hear from Tom throughout the day. His workouts were brutal, and the closer they got to the start of the season, the harder I knew he was working. Ialmostfelt bad for the physical workout I put him through every night in bed.

Me: Crew is napping. What are you up to?

Tom: Sports massage. We’re done for the day. How long has he been asleep?

Me: A little bit. He should be out cold for at least an hour or so.

The phone rang in my hand, “Go in your room, now, Callie.”

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