I stand and brush my hands over my jeans. “Something like that?”
She blinks rapidly and clears her throat. “Um. Yeah. Not bad, I guess.”
I chuckle and head straight for my room without letting on how the interaction affected me, too. I’m rock hard and aching for release at the mere thought of having my mouth on her. The barest touch from Callie could set me off.
In the privacy of my room, I unzip my jeans and release my throbbing cock. Someday I’ll have her beneath me. For now, it’s just me, my hand, and every goddamn fantasy I’ve ever had about the woman sleeping across the hall.
Callie
A dull ache settles between my thighs as Jaxon leaves me behind on the couch. What the fuck was I thinking, teasing him like that? Hearing him say all of those things, whether he meant them or not, has me wound up and aching with need.
I clean up the leftovers and head straight for the bedroom in search of release. If I can’t have Jaxon, there’s another cowboy I can rely on to help me with my little problem.
I’m halfway down the hallway when I hear Jax call out for me. I head toward his room, the door cracked open just a sliver. I peer through the opening. Jaxon is seated at the far end of the bed, shirtless, with his muscled back to the door. Hissilhouette is illuminated by the moon’s soft glow streaming through the curtains.
My breath catches as the muscles in his upper back ripple, and his right arm makes quick back and forth movements. He lets out a low groan.
The dull ache turns to an all-out throb as I watch Jaxon get himself off. I shouldn't still be standing here, but I can’t help myself. I slide my hand beneath the band of my shorts and lightly touch my swollen clit. A moan almost slips free, but I stop myself.
Why is this so fucking hot?
I’ve become accustomed to watching a man get himself off, but nothing could’ve prepared me for how downright filthy it would be in person. I can’t see much, but just the thought of Jaxon fucking his fist has my skin prickling.
He works himself faster, and a light sheen of sweat gathers along his back. I move my hand in perfect time with his, imagining what it would be like to have his hands on me. I want to see more, but there’s no way to get closer without him seeing or hearing me.
“Fuck. I'm gonna come,” he says in a gruff voice. “Take it, Callie baby. Swallow it all down like a good fucking girl for me.”
I gasp at the sound of my name on his lips, and my orgasm washes over me like a tidal wave crashing against a rocky shore. A whimper slips free unbidden.
Jaxon grunts, and his movements still, his head thrown back. He lets out a ragged exhale and shifts on the bed.
I move swiftly, trying to get away. In my haste, I stub my toe on the baseboard outside my bedroom, yelping.
Jaxon materializes behind me, and I freeze. Maybe if I stand still enough, I’ll suddenly become invisible.
His lips ghost over the shell of my ear, and I shiver. “Did you enjoy the show, Callie baby?”
Heart pounding in my chest, I rush to my room and slam the door, but not before I get a glimpse of Jaxon’s smug grin.
After the door closes on whatever the fuck happened in that hallway, Jaxon’s self-satisfied expression replays on a loop in my head. It’s truly disgusting how beautiful that man is. To my utter dismay, not even a scalding hot shower eases the mortification. I need advice, but who the hell can I talk to about this? I love Mo, but I can already hear the ‘I told you so’ coming from a mile away.
That leaves one option. I pull out my phone and shoot off a text to Olivia, hoping she’s not already in bed for the evening.
Callie: Help. I need advice.
Olivia: Tea or wine?
Mutual masturbation probably calls for wine, right?
Callie: Definitely wine.
Olivia: Meet me at my place.
I tiptoe out of the bedroom like a thief in the night, glancing between rooms. Luckily, there’s no sign of Jaxon anywhere, and I’m spared the humiliation of another awkward run-in. When I make it to Olivia’s place unscathed, she meets me on the front porch.
“Thought you’d never call,” she says with an air of amusement. “Let’s go sit out back by the fire pit.”
Olivia leads the way through the house, stopping in the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine and two glasses.She’s effortlessly stunning, with her voluminous blonde hair piled on top of her head and a thin sheen of clear gloss accentuating her rosy lips. I can see why Wilder is obsessed with her.
