Chapter 12
Dylan
Callie’s faceblushed deep red as she grabbed her belongings and stood to leave. She stumbled as she walked, pausing at the door with her hand on the knob and quickly glanced behind her shoulder. I couldn’t begin to wonder what her thoughts were filled with. They probably matched mine. I knew what she was silently offering me. I was a man, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to take her up on her offer on every surface of this house. Did I want her to turn around and stay? Yes, yes, I did. Did I want her to leave without hearing another erotic, beautiful word out of her perfect mouth? Yes, hell yes, I wanted that, too. She was oblivious to the internal struggle she was causing me. This woman was making me question everything I thought I wanted and needed. She made me think about nothing buther.
And still her hand held onto that knob,frozen.
What would I do if she walked back this way? She was wearing one of my old T-shirts and a pair of tiny shorts—I wanted to rip them off her body. Every part of my body was coiled tightly. I pictured it. Her walking back, sauntering. Unwrapping her like a present. Listening to her moan. Imagining the way she would taste. Her mouth around my cock. My hands were balled into fists, and I blinked my eyes hard, trying to purge the thoughts. Still she stood there, contemplating what she shoulddo.
She was killing me. My heart hammered against my chest. My breaths quickened.Please go. Please go. I’m not going to want to say no toyou.
The front door swung open, and a gust of crisp cold air blew in.She was leaving. My breath came out in one big whoosh, and I felt horribly empty, yet desperatelyrelieved.
“Sweet dreams, Dylan.” She flicked the light switch off, and my view of her wasgone.
Sweethell.
As soon as she closed the door behind her, I locked myself in my bedroom and fumbled for the waist of my jeans. There were no clear thoughts, just hunger and lust. I ran to the window and watched her cross thestreet.
Get in the house, Callie. Go home.Go.
She looked back as she stepped up onto her porch, and my jeans were around my ankles, my dick rock hard in my hand. She looked up at my window. I didn’t pull back from the curtains—I was too far-gone—no care in the world if she watched me. Maybe I wanted her to see. Maybe I needed her to see. I needed everyone to see what this all was doing to me. I hadn’t been with a woman in almost a year.A year. I wanted to be inside her so bad, I could taste her. My thoughts were so all-encompassing about her, I could feel her when she wasn’there.
I opened the top of my nightstand and pulled out some lube. I slathered it on as she walked into her house, and I watched as the lights shut on and off until a light glow from her bedroom flickered and her silhouette was standing in front of herwindow.
Was she watchingme?
God forgive me, but I was so close to coming with the thought. I was instantly jacking myself hard and fast. My hand was warm and wet with lubrication. Was she inside her room, touching herself? Her fingers deep inside her, wet lips whispering my name. Was she thinking ofme?
The shadow behind her curtain moved. What was she wearing? Was she standing naked, the swell of her round breasts, tight, taut nipples puckering at me, waiting for my mouth? My hand gripped the windowsill. I saw her legs, smooth, silky legs against the darkness. A small glimpse of her thighs. Was that the curve of her ass? Was she really there?Fuck, I was getting soclose.
It was building frantically now, spiraling, surging electricity deep in my balls. I imagined her bent in front of me, spreading her wide with my hands and thrusting in deep with my cock. I tightened the grip on my dick and fuckedharder.
I wished she stayed. I needed to be inside her. Anywhere. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass—I just needed her soft skin and herlaugh.
Fuck, I needed everything fromher.
I came hard, shooting hot cum into my hands and across the glass panes, calling out Callie’sname.
What the fuck was wrong withme?
I kept my eyes closed until my breathingslowed.
Fuck mylife.
I thudded my forehead against the glass, hissing out a string of curses. I just had the best orgasm of my entire life, by myself, thinking of someone who wasn’t my wife.God helpme.
I opened my eyes and looked across to her bedroom window. She stood there, watching me, her against the inside of the glass. Oh God. Our eyes locked, but I couldn’t look at her for more than a moment. What am I going to say to her? What did she see? I needed to go see her. I needed to know what she saw. Fuck, did I want her to see me? While I was doing it, yes, yes, I wanted her to see me, and...I don’t evenknow.
On the floor, my phonebuzzed.
I dropped to my knees, welcoming the reprieve of seeing her beautiful face across the street as I stared like some perverted Peeping Tom out the window ather.
“Hello?” Isaid.
“What’s happening, Dylan?” Her voice was no more than awhisper.
“I don’t know what this is,” I said, not knowing how to answer. I wanted to fall apart. I wanted to do this night over. Do this life over. Choose otherthings.
“What?Whatis?” she askedhesitantly.
“This. This thing between us.” This live, breathing, thick thing I can’tshake.
I heard her swallow. Her breath was a lifeline for me. She sniffed and choked out a littlegasp.
“We’re just a fleeting friendship, Dylan.” She sighed sadly. “You and Sheri will work things out, you love your wife, and I’ll just be the friendly neighbor. You’re going to make your marriage right again. And I’m not going to be called a mistake that happened when this is allover.”
I wasn’t happy with that as the outcome. Not by a long shot. But maybe she was right. I’ve been faithful for this long, through all Sheri’s mistakes, and I couldn’t mess up now. I wouldn’t. Too many people would gethurt.
