“Oakley’s father?” Was my automatic answer, he was the only ex I’d ever heard her talk about and it was usually to curse the day he was born.
“He wants to petition the courts for more custody. I know it’s probably a passing phase. I heard he had a new girlfriend so that might have something to do with it but just the thought of him trying to take my baby…” She broke down once again and I held her tight.
After hearing that, I was glad that I was the one to find her. Mother to mother, I understood the panic she was feeling. It was the same feeling that had been buzzing through my veins since the day Callum walked back through the doors of my life.
The closer I was to him, the closer he was to finding out about Ava and Hallie. That thought alone, to any sane person, should’ve been enough to break things off completely…
Fuck.
It took fifteen minutes to get Zara under some semblance of control, and then I sent her home. She needed to be with Oakley, besides clearly not being in any state to dance half-naked for a bunch of strange men.
We exited the ladies' room and she gave me a final hug before happily running off.
“My apartment isn’t far…” His voice was rushed, he clearly had run out of patience.
“Your place?” I asked unsurely. Surely he didn’t live at the same address, but even if he had, inviting someone back to your place was still an intimate gesture. Even the thought sounded silly, of course, it wouldn’t have been a big deal for him, he didn’t have two small children at home. As far as I knew, anyway.
The car ride had been the worst one of my life to date. Sticking to the legal speed limits had been a challenge, apparently Michigan hadn’t thought of horny couples rushing home when they put the speed limits in place.
An electric silence had stretched between us since we’d stepped foot outside the club. It was a comfortable understanding that we were heading back to my place to fuck out our frustrations. Abstaining from each other had done nothing but enhance our desire.
And I wasn’t alone in my thinking. There was a wicked look in Melody’s eyes, one that I hadn’t seen too often. It told me all I needed to know, she was gonna get freaky.
It was going to be a long night.
The elevator dinged announcing our arrival at my floor and it broke me out of the spell I’d been under. Clutching Mel’s hand, we practically ran down the hallway to my door. I unlocked it and pulled us through. It slammed shut behind us, the lock clicking into place but I already had Melody in my arms and halfway across the room.
Mel started unbuttoning her shirt while I found the zipper of her skirt. Working her skirt over her hips and down her legs, I was delightfully surprised to find that she hadn’t worn any underwear.
I smirked at the sight. Naughty girl. While under normal circumstances that would have been cause for a delicious spanking, we had no time for that right now.
A delicate moan of ecstasy escaped from Melody's mouth as she sat back on my dining table, thighs spread. Her fingers squeezed onto the wood as I dropped to my knees.
“Play with your nipples.” I rushed out before diving between her legs. I used my fingers to spread her lower lips. The pink flesh glistened making my mouth water. I licked my lips before enclosing them over her clit.
“Callum… “ Her voice was a scarce murmur before doing exactly what she was told. A petite hand ran across her skin up to her full tit, she held the weight of it in her palm. Her nipple peaked through her spread fingers and she squeezed all the while watching me.
I loved it when she watched me. Having an audience only seemed to make me perform better. Not that I needed to if Melody’s vocalization was anything to go by.
I was suddenly very distracted.
I reached down to unbutton my jeans giving my cock a little more room to move. The restriction of my jeans was becoming more unbearable every second. I was in physical agony, and it was all my own doing. Melody had been ready for me the moment we closed the door.
Maybe sooner. But I’d insisted I get a taste of her first.
And my god, I may have been in pain - my dick trapped and throbbing in the confines of my pants - but despite that, I couldn’t get enough.
She lifted her hands from where they’d been gripping the table. My head lulled to the side at the feel of her fingers combing through my hair. Her nails scraped down my neck until she gripped my shoulders, holding me in place as she began moving herself against my mouth.
Mel’s legs started to tremble either side of my face. I knew what that meant. I slowed down, pulling back just enough to pepper kisses over the tops of her thighs. She released a pained groan, I was glad that her head was tossed back because I didn’t think she’d have been happy to see the wide smirk on my face.
“Already?” I teased, holding my composure to keep the amusement from my voice.
“Give me what I want, Callum.” She demanded.
So… fucking… hot.
I felt my pants strain as my cock pulsed with need. I dove back down between her thighs, tongue first.
