Page 128 of Stolen Voices
Rylann: Scarlett! Stop being so nosy.
Scarlett: Never. TTFN, bitches! All this talk has me revved up, and I need to go find my husband. STAT.
My cheeks flame at her text. I love Scarlett’s lack of filter. I’ve never met anyone like her before.
Emery: I don’t know if it’s the conversation or the baby hormones, but I need to find my husband too.
Rylann: You two are going to make Callie think we are nothing but a group of sexed-up women.
Scarlett: You are pregnant with your third kid. We *are* a group of sexed-up women … with extremely hot husbands who know how to use their dicks just right.
Rylann: Callie, please don’t judge us.
Scarlett: Rylann “I’m a prude” Miller. Do not lie to our new friend. Tell her the truth right fucking now, or I’m going to come over and cock block you.
Rylann: Please don’t. I’m about to pop, and momma needs her fix before this kid gets here and I’m sexless for six weeks. Are you happy?
Scarlett: VERY. Check in with us later, Superstar.
As we say our goodbyes, a plan forms in my head. Leaping off the bed, I rush to my bag and put on the outfit Rylann spoke of before heading for the living room. I slide the coffee table to the side and begin my stretching routine as I wait for Eli to return home.
When I hear the car pull into the driveway, I bend over—pointing my ass towards the front door—and wait.
Here goes nothing.
twenty-eight
Eli
Thefrontdoorswingsopen, and the perfect view of Callie’s peach-shaped ass peeking out the bottom of her shorts rips the air from my lungs.
Oh fuck.
I thank God for the death grip I have on the bag of food and the tray of assorted drinks in my hands because I almost drop them to the floor as Callie spreads her legs and bends over, reaching her hands to the ground between them.
My racing heart pumps blood straight to my cock, and it goes from zero to raging hard in less than a second. I want to rip a hole big enough for my cock to fit through so I can fuck her in those tiny shorts.
Through her legs, Callie peers up at me and smiles. “Hey, you’re back. What did you get?”
I’m fucking speechless as I stand frozen on the welcome mat. My gaze bounces between her gorgeous face and her luscious ass.
Callie stands up and turns around to face me, concern etched between her eyebrows as she crosses her arms under tits and lifts them up for me to gawk at.
Fuck, I love when she does that.
The view might be different, but it still brings me to my knees. My mouth salivates and my dick throbs in my pants because, now, the greedy bastard in me wants to slip my cock between her perky tits so I can fuck her until I come and shoot my load across her neck like a collar.
“Is everything okay, Eli?” She tilts her head to the side.
A twitch of her lips catches my eye, snapping me out of my lust-filled fog.The little brat thinks she’s funny.She did this shit on purpose, to either fuck with me or just fuck me. I’m not falling for her sweet, innocent act.
I step into the living room, close the front door behind me, and make a beeline to the kitchen. “Everything’s fine.”
Lies.
Everything is not fine. It hasn’t been since I found her on the bed, legs spread, fingers between her thighs, and chanting my name as she came. My plan was to come home, climb into bed beside her, and have a good old-school style make-out session with the girl of my dreams. That plan went up in flames the moment my eyes caught sight of her fucking herself and she convinced me to join her. Jerking off and coming all over her body, laying claim to her, was one of the hottest things I have ever done, and I can’t wait to do it again—as soon as fucking possible—but not yet.
She needs time to heal, and I want to show Callie that what I feel for her is more than physical.
