“Add another finger.”
I follow her instructions, and her ass wiggles against me, her back arching a bit off the bed. If I lose her right now, I swear to god I’m gonna cut off my own dick.
“Arch them. Up… deeper…” Her hands leave my head, and she grips the comforter at her side.
My dick gets harder and harder the closer she is to coming.
“Right there. Suck my clit.”
I am but her humble servant, happy to fulfill her every request.
“It’s coming… fuck, it feels so good. Your tongue… your fingers… God, Foster…”
Her hands dive into my hair, and she pulls my head into her pussy, grinding and using me for her pleasure.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
She finally breaks, and if this is a fake orgasm, she should get an Academy Award. The way her whole face changes, the way her fingers lock on, the way she says my name as if I’m her favorite thing in the world. I was a complete moron to think she came earlier tonight.
I stay with her through the waves, until the strands of my hair aren’t pulled taut and she’s relaxed on the bed, catching her breath.
When I come back up over her, Callie’s eyes are half-lidded, lips parted, cheeks flushed. She’s fucking sexy, beautiful, and something unlocks inside me knowing I played a part of what she’s feeling right now.
I brush my thumb over her bottom lip. “You have no idea how fucking sexy that was.”
Her laugh is small and shaky. “Well. Congrats. You did it.”
I smile, and it feels different than the cocky one I’m used to wearing. Softer. Like it should be on Decker and not me. “We did it.”
“Thank you, Foster. For taking the time with me.”
I stare at the wall over her head and try not to let my heart burst out of my ribs because wasn’t that the entire point? For her to see she’s worth someone’s attention?
“I had to prove myself,” I say, wishing I could just own up to how doing this for her made me feel, but we’re not a couple. We’re supposed to be co-parents. Who apparently have the occasional sex lesson.
She relaxes against me, and the panicked urge to remove myself from her washes over me for a second before I kiss the top of her head.
I have no idea how we go back to what it was like before this moment. I don’t think we can.
Chapter
Thirty-Seven
Foster
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We’re in the locker room changing for the game. I should be dead tired after last night. Not from what Callie and I did, but from lying awake afterward, rehashing it all in my head.
She eventually got up and left my bed with the excuse that she can’t sleep in the same bed as other people, but I guarantee she’s lost in her head like me.
It wasn’t just sex last night. At least not any sex I’ve ever experienced. And the trust she gave me, telling me what she needed… but even after that, it left me with so many more questions than answers.
“Hey, Reap, I have a question,” Easton calls from his locker.
All of our lockers are right next to each other. Hayes is at the end, then me, Decker, then Easton. Not sure who thought it was a good idea for me to be next to Decker, but we make it work.
“Don’t ask,” Decker tells him.
