Page 197 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
When she walked in, glowing and beaming, I didn’t need to ask again. She was all chatter and light, recounting everything her housemates had said. I held out my arm and she curled into my lap like she belonged there.
“You know we have a cat, right?” she said, eyebrows raised.
“Yeah,” I replied with a small smile, tightening my arms around her.
“It would have died on the streets, Alistair.”
“Hm.” I buried my face in her neck. “Tragic.”
“When the girls move out, can we bring him here?”
I paused. How dangerous was a cat for a baby?
“I’ll think about it.”
She rocked her hips, dragging her ass against me in just the right way.
I grabbed her by the back of the neck and pinned her flat against the couch. She giggled.
“Where’s your barrel of lube?” she teased, cupping my face.
Any thoughts of safety-tested baby gear disappeared.
I narrowed my eyes.
“Are you fucking with me, Callie?”
Her smile was wicked. She rolled her hips again, grazing my swelling cock.
“No. I want to—” she hesitated, gaze flicking away, then returning—“feel you inside me again.”
I leaned in, catching her mouth with mine. She tasted like tea and something sweet. Her tongue brushed against mine, teasing and soft. I deepened the kiss, then pulled back, panting.
“Ask me properly, baby.”
I spread her thighs and rubbed my length along her soaked seam.
Her laughter echoed down the hallway as I strode toward the bedroom—our personal war zone.
The place where she surrendered. Where I conquered. And where her poor little holes came to sweet, beautiful ruination.
This house was no longer just walls and windows. It was full of her scent, her voice, her laughter.
For the first time, it felt like a home.
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The conflict was real.
Since Callie had moved in, I’d learned all her little quirks—and we’d adjusted. Evolved. Compromised.
But this?
This had to be deliberate. A trap.
She shifted on her yoga mat, rolling onto her back as if she had no idea I was watching. One knee bent. Her hips lifted. She planted one foot while the other leg stretched into the air like a dancer mid-performance.
Her shoulders stayed grounded, arms flat on the mat like she was meditating. But I wasn’t fooled.
