Page 11 of Pinky Promises

Chapter 5

Callum

“Ohshit,that’sit,baby,” I rasp as she comes, her pussy squeezing my cock tight. A few more deep thrusts, and I follow her over the edge. I fall on top of her, careful not to crush her with my weight, and rest my head in the crevice of her neck.

Droplets of sweat coat her skin, and I run my tongue along the sensitive spot where her neck and shoulder meet, licking a path over the salty liquid. She squirms in my arms, and since I’m still inside her, the quick movement makes my dick jerk.

“Ready for round two already, Mr. Murphy?” I pull back to find a coy smile on her lips and arousal dancing in her eyes.

“You know I’m always ready for you, but I need a moment.”

I glance over at the clock on the nightstand and see it’s already late. Shit, why did I need to make plans for today?

“And as much as I want to fuck you again, we will have to save that for later.” I reluctantly pull out of her and already miss the warmth of her around me. I scoot off the bed and pull my boxers back up. When I spin around, I find her still in bed, the comforter covering her chest and her hair splayed over the pillow—my favorite version of her.

“Do we have to get up? Can’t we just stay in bed all day?”I wish. Don’t tempt me with a good time.

I lean over on the bed with one knee propped up and slowly lower my lips to hers. When her hand finds the back of my neck and she attempts to hold me to her, deepening the kiss, I groan. Reluctantly, I break the contact and rest my forehead against hers, feeling the soft puffs of her breath fanning my face. “As tempting as that sounds, we have to get up. The girls are waiting.”

“Ugh—I hate it when you’re right.” She again makes no attempt to move from the bed.Okay, you asked for it.

I grab the comforter and yank it as if pulling a tablecloth from a table but leaving all the things intact on top.

“Callum,” she shrieks and grabs a pillow to cover her naked body. I don’t know why she’s being shy now. It’s not like I don’t spend every chance I get exploring every inch of her.

“Brynn! Let’s go—don’t make me spank you.” My voice may be stern, but my body reads the complete opposite.

After peeking out from behind the pillow, she tosses it to the side before moving to all fours. She slowly and seductively crawls over to me at the edge of the bed. “Mm, I think I might like that.” She toys with the top of my boxers, but I quickly grab her wrists and pull her upright. I swear this woman is going to be the death of me. I created a sexual vixen from the first moment I touched her.

I bite my lip as she adjusts her arms to restrain them behind her, and she peppers kisses along my jaw. It’s my total weakness.

And my dick is hard again. “Be careful what you wish for. Turn around, Brynn. When you go to brunch with the girls and squirm in your seat because your ass is red from my hand, just remember that you asked for it.” She does as I ask like a good girl. I strip from my boxers and grip my shaft in my hand. I watch her but make no move to close the distance between us and give her what she wants. She glances back over her shoulder and sways her ass from side to side, teasing me.

“You coming?”Not yet, baby, but we both will be soon.I take my place behind her, and my palm comes in contact with her skin at the same time I slide my cock deep inside her in one thrust.

I close my eyes, catching my breath as the shower rinses away my release. Needing a shower this morning was not part of my plan. I had been in the shower last night when Brynn had arrived home, slamming shit like a bat out of hell. She was loud enough to damn near wake the dead.

It took everything in me to not break my promise and find Spencer after Brynn had fallen asleep. I may not like the guy, or any guy Brynn has ever dated for that matter, but anyone who hurts my girl deserves what’s coming to them. Maybe I can make a pit stop at the douche monkey’s apartment and give him a piece of my mind before heading over to Ben and Lexi’s later.

But if there’s one thing I should at least thank him for, it’s for allowing me to wake up my favorite way—with Brynn in my arms. My morning wood, though, struggled to go down after comforting her all night long.

Every time she moved in her sleep, I made sure not to break contact with her. She may not have said it, but I’ve known her long enough to know that she craved the safety and comfort of my touch. If only that touch could lead to more.If I could give anyone a word of advice, it would be not to fall in love with their best friend. My cock didn’t seem to get the memo that there’s an invisible line that we don’t cross—ever. All it knew was that she was now single and wanted to help her get him the best way it knew how. What’s that phrase—the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else? While I wouldn’t typically go along with that line, it wouldn’t bother me if it was me she was under. Our morning would have gone a lot different if I had let my cock take the lead. Then I wouldn’t have needed the second shower.

I know our relationship isn’t like other people’s. Hell, I don’t act around Lexi and Hadley as I do with Brynn. I also don’t jerk off in the shower to visions of those girls either. I shiver at the thought.Brynn, it’s always been Brynn. If I had a dollar for every time I jerked off to fantasies of my best friend, I’d be possibly richer than my father and could purchase his estate with cash. I’m not proud of it, but hey, I’m a man.

The perfect morning would have been having her wrapped up in my arms, sliding my gym shorts that she refuses to give back down, and guiding my hard cock deep into her wet pussy. I’d make her forget about that douche and remind her with each thrust of my hips how amazing of a woman she is.

The water runs cold when I finally remember I’m supposed to meet Zoe.Fuck!I quickly turn the shower off and wrap a towel around my waist, not bothering to fully dry off before I rush to my room to change.

When I enter her favorite coffee shop near the WCU campus, I find her sitting at a corner table with her face buried in her phone. I swear that girl always has her phone attached to her hand—nine times out of ten browsing social media. Instead of greeting her first, I take advantage of her not noticing my arrival and get straight in line. Thankfully, there is only one other person ahead of me, so it’s not long before the barista calls my name with my usual order. I accept my drink with a smile, drop a few bills in their tip jar, and make my way over to where Zoe is.

She startles at the sound of the chair legs scraping on the floor.

Her gentle smile greets me. “Hello, stranger. I was starting to think maybe I needed to send a search party over to the apartment.” I silently laugh sarcastically at her as I take my seat. “What’s up with you? I never heard back last night.”

Before everything went down last night, I stopped binge-watching to shower and told Zoe I would text her back, but then Hurricane Brynn arrived home, and she diverted my attention. I guess I should’ve texted Zo, at least to let her know I didn’t drown in the bathtub or anything.

“Sorry about that. I was with Brynn.” Zoe arches a brow in question as she takes a sip of her latte, and I know her wheels are turning in that brain of hers. I shake my head. “No, not like that. She and Spencer broke up.”

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