“Same.” Callan pulls me back against his body so I feel how hard he is. I don’t know if it’s normal, but he’s always horny, and he seems to get hard with barely any effort on my part. Not that I’m one to talk. Some days, I only have to look at him and my panties are wet. “She’ll be a worse nightmare without him to rein her in.”
“Hey, don’t say that.” It’s not a very nice thing to say. “They won’t break up. Scott worships the ground she walks on, and he understands she’s grieving. It’s been a lot for her, and we need to be more understanding.”
I won’t deny Gwen has been difficult to deal with lately. Lashing out and saying hurtful things. Days when she’s depressed are almost worse because she retreats into herself and refuses all interventions. I suspect she’s drinking a lot, and I’m worried about her. Gwen’s moods seem to veer crazily, and I wish she’d talk to someone, but she’s still refusing to discuss Mara, and we have an argument every time I broach the subject.
“Babe, everyonehasbeen really understanding. Especially you. I know she’s grieving, but that doesn’t give her an excuse to be a bitch.”
I turn around in his arms and frown. “Don’t be mean.” Callan hasn’t said anything, but I don’t think he’s fond of my best friend. It’s just the sense I get when we’re all together. I think he tolerates Gwen purely for me.
“Callan’s just saying what we all think.” Riley shrugs unapologetically.
“She’s our friend,” Nikki says after taking a sip of her wine cooler. “She’s going through a hard time. Cut her some slack.”
“I don’t want to talk about Gwen.” Callan subtly rolls his hips, and I smother a groan as the hardest part of him meets the softest part of me. His lips brush against the corner of my mouth. “I need to be inside you, beautiful.”
My arms wind around his neck as his hands land on my ass, squeezing me through my cover-up. “It’s not even four. We can’t disappear already. The barbecue is just starting up.”
Thor is hosting a small gathering with just our friends today. The guys aresupposedlygrilling while the girls chill out by the pool. Travis is dating Simone Archer, and they’re a permanent part of our friend group now. The only couple missing is Scott and Gwen, but she promised me they’d be here after they finish shopping in Burly.
“There’s time for a quickie before we eat.” Callan waggles his brows before grinding his hard-on against me.
I narrow my eyes as my hips thrust against him of their own volition. “You don’t play fair, Irish.”
“Can’t help that I’m addicted to my sexy girlfriend and I need her all the time.”
“We’ll get shit for this.”
He smirks, flipping his hair out of his eyes. “Do I look like I care?” He swats me on the ass before taking my hand and leading me inside. Whoops and hollers follow us, and I already know my cheeks will be flaming when we rejoin the gang.
Callan sits me on the counter in the downstairs bathroom before flipping the lock on the door.
“You’re so bad,” I say when he settles between my thighs. “Thor will go apeshit if he realizes we fucked in his bathroom.”
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Callan spreads my thighs wide and slides my bikini bottoms to one side, plunging two fingers inside me. “Someone’s been holding out on me,” he teases, nipping at my jawline as he drives his fingers in and out of my cunt. “You’re fucking drenched, baby.”
“Have you seen yourself today?” I arch my neck, granting him greater access to my skin. He’s wearing black swim shorts with black slides and nothing else. His skin is tan from weeks spent outdoors, and his muscles ripple and flex with every tiny movement. My friends’ boyfriends are toned, but no one in town compares to my man. Callan is ripped with a capital R and so fucking hot. I’ve been salivating over him the entire time we’ve been here, and this hookup was always inevitable.
He grabs one boob, kneading my soft flesh before flicking my nipple, causing me to cry out.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he purrs in my ear before untying my bikini top and releasing the girls. “I love these,” he adds, yanking the top of my cover-up down to reveal my bare breasts. His mouth lowers, and my core pulses with abject need when his lips close over one nipple while he continues to finger my pussy.
“Thought you said this was a quickie.” I grab his shoulders for support as my inner walls squeeze his fingers.
“It’s virtually impossible with you. I always want to touch and lick every part of you.”
“Don’t wimp out now, Irish. They’ll be banging on the door in ten minutes if we’re not back outside.”
Callan steps back, staring at me with darkened pupils as he shoves his swim shorts down his legs and wraps his hand around his erection. “Remember you asked for this,” he warns, holding my bottoms to one side as he lines his cock up at my entrance. “Hold on, beautiful. I’m about to fuck you like I hate you.”
I scream when he slams inside me, and he grins as he grips my hips and fucks me as if his life depends on it. I cling to him, dropping kisses on his chest and wrapping my legs around his trim waist as he drives into me with fast, deep thrusts I feel all over. My body jolts with every powerful drive, and I’m already cresting that high. Callan grunts, plowing into me, and when he vigorously rubs my clit, I shatter, falling apart in the most blissful way. He follows almost instantly, kissing my face and my neck as he pants and says how much he loves me while continuing to fuck me as he deposits his seed inside me.
It takes us a minute or two to recapture our breath.
“Every time just gets better and better,” he rasps, cradling me against him.
“I understand why people get addicted to sex.” I briefly squeeze my eyes shut and hug him to me. Words don’t exist to describe how incredible it feels to be connected to him like this. Tilting my head back, I grip his ass to hold him inside me when I feel him withdrawing. “You’re everything to me, Callan. You’re my everything.”
“I’m so lucky you’re mine.” His eyes swim with the depth of his feelings. “I love you so much, Astrid.” He rests his forehead against mine just as someone pounds on the door.
