Iscramble to my feet, shrugging. “Yeah, I could kind of tell with your wild moaning.”
“Shut up.” He tries to cover his face with his hands, but I hug him and trap his arms instead, resting my face in his chest. “I really lose it when I’m with you, don’t I?”
“And I’d say that’s a good thing,” I reply. “Once this week is over, your version of losing it is gonna be totally normal.”
Scoffing, he brings his hands to my back and squeezes. “That’s ambitious.”
“Mmm. Maybe I’ll pin your wrists to the bed and ride your big, needy cock until you run out of cum.”
Shit, I haven’t bottomed in over a year. I shouldn’t bite off more than I can chew.
“Okay, thatsoundshot,” he says quietly. “But I don’t know if I want to be on either end of that. Like, I’m good with experimenting down there and stuff, just not, uh, full anal?”
That’s fine by me. I can just suck him dry instead.
“Whatever you’re comfortable with,” I reply, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “We don’t have to figure anything out now. We can play it by ear?—”
Callum’s stomach rumbles, and I snicker.
“Someone’s hungry,” I say, smirking at him and rising to my feet. “Sit tight. I’m gonna make us some dinner.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CALLUM
“Did wehaveto come back?” Ian asks, dumping his duffel bag on the floor and jumping onto the couch.
We have class tomorrow, so yeah, we did have to come back, but I feel where he’s coming from. That lake house is paradise on earth.
“I wish we didn’t have to,” I say, sitting down next to Ian. “This week was so fun.”
“It sure was.” Ian waggles his eyebrows. “Are you well rested and well fucked?”
I scoff and don’t argue—we definitely did a lot of resting and…the second thing. While we didn’t get as adventurous as the first night, we definitely took advantage of the lack of neighbors.
I shudder with recollection and anticipation, and it takes Ian waving his hand in front of my eyes for me to snap out of my daze.
“Callum,” he says, dragging my name out, “you’re making bedroom eyes again.”
“Guilty,” I reply. “Do I have a problem?”
Ian smirking at me and kissing my forehead tells me all I need to know. “Never change, man.” He heads to the kitchen to cook lunch. I lean back into the couch cushion and pull my laptop out to waste some time, but a notification pops up that makes me squint in confusion.
Inbox: West Wisconsin Community College
From: Weber, Abigail
Who isshe?
I had exactly one group project in community college, and my parents explicitly barred me from partnering up with any women, lest any of them lead me into temptation or whatever. Intrigued, I click on the email.
Hi Callum,
We don’t know each other, but I wanted to give you a heads up in case it’s useful. I’m in the Exercise Science program here, and some people claiming to be your parents showed up to a lecture this morning.
My stomach drops as soon as I read the word “parents.” Will those two ever give up and let me go? It’s been months, for Christ’s sake.
They went around before it started and asked a bunch of people if they know where you are because they said you disappeared. I don’t think anyone gave your parents (if they are your parents) an answer, probably because the whole thing was creepy as hell, but I searched up your email in the system and thought I’d let you know. Your parents seem worried, but if you don’t want to be found, just be aware that your parents are looking, if you’re still at WWCC.
