Page 110 of Highball Rush
Sheriff Tucker and Nadine stepped up and took the mic. Callie and I went back to our seats while Harlan gave them a few more details—a description of Lee Williams so they knew who to look out for, and more reminders to stay out of it and let law enforcement do their job. Nadine gave everyone ideas for what to do if they spotted trouble.
Afterward, almost everyone present lined up to say hello to Callie. It was like the longest receiving line I’d ever seen. They gave her hugs, patted her hands, told her how much they’d missed her. There were exclamations of how pretty she’d grown, what a nice young woman she’d become. There was hardly a dry eye in the place as the surprise of the truth settled into acceptance and relief.
Callie Kendall was home.
33
MAYA
Icouldn’t remember ever being so exhausted in my entire life. I sagged against Gibson while he unlocked the front door. My legs were heavy and my arms hung loose at my sides because I didn’t have the energy to lift them.
Telling the town the truth about me had been the right call. I felt it deep in my soul. The way they’d responded, rallying around us like that, made my heart so full I thought my chest might burst. And all their tearful greetings, hugs, cheek kisses, and enthusiastic suggestions for engagement and wedding ideas had made me feel like I belonged to them.
But really, I always had.
Cash was excited to see us, as usual. We let him inside, and gave him some love and a toy filled with peanut butter. He plopped on the floor, happy as a dog could be.
“Come here,” Gibson said. He stood near the short hallway and reached out to draw me closer. Tucked my hair behind one ear. “I’m so proud of you.”
“Thanks. I feel good about what we did tonight.”
“Me too.” He leaned down and captured my lips with his.
I slid my hands up his chest, melting into his kiss. His hands sat at my waist and his grip tightened when I brushed his lips with my tongue.
A tingling energy pulsed through my body. A moment ago, I’d been so worn out, all I’d wanted was sleep. But Gibson’s sensual kiss was waking me up, all my nerve endings singing.
The low rumble in his chest made me smile against his lips. I nipped him gently with my teeth. “I love it when you kiss me like that.”
“Honey, I’ve got something on my mind. You wanna hear about it?”
“Tell me.”
His rough jaw brushed the side of my face and he put his mouth next to my ear. “I’m gonna take those clothes off you, real slow. Then I’ll get you on the bed and bury my face between your legs. And I’m gonna lick that pretty pussy until you come in my mouth.”
I trembled and my voice was breathy. “Yeah?”
“Uh-huh. I’ll lick you until you beg me to stop. Then I’m gonna turn you over, get you on your knees. And I’m gonna hold those hips and fuck that wet pussy from behind. Maybe smack that ass a few times while I do it. You opposed to a little spanking while I fuck you?”
“No,” I breathed. “Not if it’s you.”
“I won’t hurt you, honey,” he growled in my ear. His hand slid down to cup my ass and he squeezed. “I just wanna get a little dirty with you.”
My eyes rolled back. I was already so turned on, he wasn’t going to have to work very hard to get me to come. “I love it when you get dirty with me.”
He kissed me again, rough this time. I slid my hand down to grab his erection through his pants. He grunted, squeezing my ass cheek harder.
“Bedroom,” he said against my mouth.
Without breaking the kiss, he led me down the hall, walking backward, and I shut the bedroom door behind us. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth a few times, mimicking what he’d promised to do between my legs. Giggling, I unfastened his jeans and shoved my hands inside, wrapping my fingers around his cock.
He grunted again. “Fuck.”
I was messing up his little plan, but I didn’t care. While he kept kissing me, I worked his cock out of his pants. Teased the tip with my fingertips. I took him by the shaft and pumped it a few times, enjoying the way he growled. The way his hips jerked, like he couldn’t help himself.
With my other hand, I shoved his pants lower so I had better access. We both looked down at his thick erection, standing straight up. I stroked it, up and down the shaft, watching as beads of moisture collected on the tip.
I liked where this was going. Me, in control of his pleasure. Making him come was such a rush. He watched with rapt attention while I slowly lowered to my knees in front of him.
