Page 3 of Calla's Boys

That’s when we became friends.

Out of everyone in the library, only myself, Doc, and Jesse went over to help him pick up the rest of the pages, then congratulated him on doling out the beating of the century.

Doc is extremely laid back about everything. Nothing, and I meannothing,bothers him—which I think is cool.

I envy that about him.

Because, I myself, am the hothead.Everythingbothers me.

Not having time alone with Calla and having to take it when I want it.

Not being as smart as Jesse, or as studious as Billy.

Not being able to let shit go as easily as Doc.

I guess the four of us complement each other, and Calla has been the icing on the proverbial cake that holds the slices together.

“Come on,” Billy says quietly as he nudges me with an elbow. I glance over at him, then realize that damn near everyone around us is standing.

“Yup,” I say as I get to my feet and file out of the row behind Jesse. I lick my lips at Calla, who’s holding up the rest of the plane until we come out of the aisle, and she blushes.

She knows that this isn’t over.

Hell, that little taste in the bathroom was only the beginning of what I plan on making a wild, fucking trip.

Chapter Two

Doc

The way her hips sway when she walks—highlighting that succulent ass of hers—is making me hungry. I would kill to have her sitting on my face right now, but that will have to wait until we get to the resort.

“Dibs,” I say to Clyde as I rib him playfully.

He rolls his eyes and scoffs, “You mean sloppy seconds.”

“No, dumbass,” I reply with a laugh, “I mean for her in abed. Actually, if we brought the rules with us, you’re officially at the back of the line now, buddy.”

When he gives me a withering look, I grin and clap him on the shoulder as we continue toward a set of escalators.

Jesse and Calla are standing on a step a few down from the rest of us, having a quiet conversation between them, and I’d bet anything that he’s trying to weasel his way into my spot.

No fucking way,I think as I shake my head. I haven’t had a turn to fuck her in aweek,and that puts me at the top of the heap.

Speaking of heaps…

“Do you think she’ll go for it?” I ask Clyde. Billy turns to the side and rests his back against the moving railing as he suddenly includes himself in the conversation.

What I’m asking about washisidea, and to be honest, I’m quite proud of him for coming up with it.

I’d love nothing more than to see all of Calla’s holes stuffed with our cocks, cum dripping down her inner thighs, out of her mouth, out of her fucking asshole—Relax,I tell myself as my dick starts growing in my jeans.

“Who says she has a say in the matter?” Clyde replies with a sly grin. “If she wants to keep fucking us, she’ll do whatever the hell we tell her to.”

“It’ll be fun,” Billy adds in his quiet tone. We both turn our eyes to him and smile when his face blushes crimson.

“That it will,” Clyde agrees with a nod. “That it will.”

Here’s hoping the rest of us get a chance to fuck her, too,I think when I see the dark look suddenly cloud his eyes.

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