Page 67 of Coast to Coast

“What? Where are you?” I asked Tom, confused.

“I’m in a supply closet. I ended up with an inconvenient erection in the shower thinking about you waking me up before my alarm clock deep-throating my dick. Since it’s your fault, you can’t let me embarrass myself when Kevin, the therapist, gives me a muscle rub, can you?” He asked, a hint of desperation in his tone.

“And how am I supposed to help?” I asked as I shut the door behind me. Of course, I followed his directions. The phone rang again in my hand, signaling that Tom had requested a video chat.

His sexy smile filled the screen, and I melted. “What do you need?” I whispered.

“I needed to see you.”

“My face?” I asked innocently.

Tom turned the camera so I could see him gripping his cock in his fist.

“You know what I need, Callie,” he groaned, his hand stroking from root to tip.

I moved to find a phone stand on my bedside table, placing it so he could see me on the screen. I unbuttoned the lightweight flannel I wore, letting it gape open, pushing my bra cups down to expose my breasts for the camera. I squeezed them, rolling my nipples between my thumb and forefingers, already needing more.

“Pants too, let me see it all,” he begged. I could see the head of his cock weeping.

I slipped off my leggings and dropped my panties to the floor, spreading myself wide for the camera. “Are you wearingearbuds?” I asked, knowing that if I touched myself, there was no way the entire rink wouldn’t hear me when I came.

“Uh-huh.”

“Good boy,” I said, circling my clit with one index finger and circling my hole with the middle finger of my other hand, teasing the camera, yet knowing that as soon as I buried my fingers deep inside, it was only a matter of time before I exploded.

“Do you know what you do to me, Callie? I can’t even take a fucking shower without needing you.”

I knew what he was doing to me. I was on my bed, stripped down, fucking my hand for the third, yep, third time today. The three rounds from the night before should have been enough to hold me over until I could be with him again, but it wasn’t enough.

“Tom, my God, I wish it was your cock inside me, not my fingers.”

My eyes drew back to where his hand was tugging at his dick, the pace quickening and matching his ragged breath. His moans spurred my hands as I began to chase my orgasm, bucking against my fist and rubbing my clit. I cried out when I came, watching his cum as it erupted from his cock.

“Shit, baby. How is it so good with you?” He asked.

There was a bang on the broom closet door, and Tom struggled to cover himself up and clean up the mess before one of his teammates caught him literally with his pants down.

“Go, I’ll see you tonight,” I whispered.

Was this becoming an addiction? My emotions were far more tied up in this family than I had intended. Did I once think I could watch this little boy for a while and then walk away? Stupid woman, Callie. You’re attached to the boy and falling hard for his dad.

Ugh. I dialed Juno and waited impatiently for her to answer.

“Okay, dish,” she said, as I could hear the telltale sign of her closing her office door.

“June, I’m fucked,” I let out breathlessly.

“In a good way? I mean, that man is hot as fuck, and we all know I wouldn’t know what to do with a man.” Juno’s virginity had been one of the best-kept secrets, and instead of sex and dating, she committed herself to her classes and now her career. She had always said that if someone interesting came along, she might be tempted, and I had assumed Colby had gotten there, but for now, she preferred to go home to a couple of cats and a well-kept apartment.

“Well, guess what? I couldn’t keep my hands to myself. Or apparently my heart.”

“Ugh, Callie, it’s way too soon for you to catch feelings after Zander. Are you ready to put yourself out there? Can’t you do what you do best? No feelings? Just fun?”

Up until Zander, I had always maintained that sex and feelings didn’t have to go together. I could admit now that I wasn’t in love with Zander, but I loved the idea that we could be matched through our professional and personal interests.

I had so many emotions wrapped up in Tom, between his little boy, watching him raise Crew, and seeing his pain when he had to say goodbye to Crew.

“Have you ever watched a big, burly man caring for a puppy?”

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