I slap him on the back. “I wouldn’t worry. Callie has a soft spot for our boy. She’ll probably set up video chats with him to keep up his lessons.”
Jace rubs at the spot on his sternum with a smile. “You think?”
“I know. She’s got a good heart like that. If anyone should worry, it’s me. I’ll be competing for her time with an eight-year-old.”
Mason and Jace burst out laughing, drawing Rhys’s attention.
“Don’t worry, Uncle E. I won’t steal your girl.” The little turd winks at me like his dad and goes back to strumming his guitar.
“Christ, I’m in trouble,” Jace groans as Mason keels over, laughing.
“What are you laughing at?” I ask.
Mason wipes his face. “Nothing, just loving this whole thing. I thought I was in trouble with Emery, but that kid…” He points to Rhys. “He has it bad for your lady.”
“Well, he can’t have her. Do you hear me, you little punk? Callie is mine. Find your own girl.” I holler Rhys’s way.
The punk rolls his eyes at me as my brothers laugh at my expense.
“Alright, enough of this. Time to get ready. Thank you, guys, for the assist.”
Jace wraps me up in a bro hug, slapping my back. “Anything for you, E. You’ve stood by us during our lowest times. The least we can do is help you at one of your highest. I’m thrilled for you, brother. Callie is a great girl. Maybe even too good for you.”
“Don’t I know it,” I agree.
Mason gives me a pat on the shoulder. “It’s been fun, but I’m out. Hope your date goes well. I don’t want any details, but Cam texted earlier and he said to, and I quote, ‘text all the dirty details later’.”
Cam’s team is going to the playoffs, and if I know him, he’s suffering from a giant case of FOMO. Little brothers hate missing out. Most specifically, Cam hates missing out.
“Sure, I’ll get on that,” I deadpan as Mason grabs the ladder and carries it out of the tent for me before taking off.
“Alright, kiddo, it’s time for us to get out of here.” Jace playfully jostles his son’s hair.
Rhys places the strap of his guitar over his head and slides his pick on the fret strings like Callie showed him. “See you later, Uncle E.”
“See you, mini Jace.”
Rhys beams at me as Jace puffs out his chest with so much love and pride. He is such a wonderful dad. I hope, someday, I’m as good a father as he is.
“Oh and, E?” Jace grins widely. “I left you a present on the counter. Hope you enjoy it.” He shoots me a wink and guides Rhys out the door.
Curious, I head inside and rush through cleaning up my beard before I hop into the shower to wash up. Try as I may, I can’t help but conjure up images of a naked, dripping-wet Callie standing where I am now.
My dick hardens, but I ignore the horny bastard. The next time I come is going to be inside Callie’s tight, wet pussy as I fuck her through orgasm after orgasm while she screams my name.
My balls tighten in excitement. I’m always on edge where Callie is concerned, but today was … next level. When I saw her drop into those splits, I knew there was no way to keep my dick in my pants tonight. It’s been hard enough with her teasing the fuck out of me. The stretches, the touches, her boobs in my face. Waking up to her pushing her ass into my morning wood as she hums her song. The “oops, I forgot my towel”act. I know that act came from Rylann. Jace told me all about her little trick back in Hawaii.
Callie’s got me hanging on by a thread.
I speed through the rest of my routine, blasting myself with cold water before climbing out of the shower. It does nothing to calm my raging hard-on, but I don’t mind. The more I prolong my pleasure, the better it’s going to be later with Callie.
Excitement courses through my body like electricity, humming and vibrating through every cell, as I dry off and brush my teeth. Dropping my towel, I grab a pair of dark-blue jeans and a black dress shirt from my suitcase. I swoop my hair back, spritz myself with a small amount of cologne, and slide on my black boots.
I live in a suit for work—it’s all Callie usually sees me in—so, tonight, I want to be more myself. She’s mentioned once or twice how she enjoys seeing me in normal clothes.
I run my sweaty hands down my thighs as my excitement turns into apprehension. I’ve never been nervous about a date before, but this isn’t just any other date. This is a date with Callie. The girl of my dreams. The woman I have been wanting and pushing away for years.This date means everything. It’s the start of forever.
The doorbell rings, pulling me out of my head.Perfect timing.