“You know I have always wanted to go to Ireland. I was jealous when Monty went. I want to see Europe in general,” my dad says.
“It’s truly beautiful. I’ll take you sometime.”
My dad shakes his hand and clinks his beer with Callahan’s again.
I roll my eyes but stay silent as Callahan explains that he has citizenship. This makes my dad even more excited as he looks overat me. You would think they were discussing my marriage contract, and Callahan just promised him money and livestock.
The fact that he is making himself such a staple in my life has me gnawing on my bottom lip. Everyone likes him so much, but what’s going to happen if this ends? He seems like the perfect puzzle piece, but my edges are too sharp to fully fit him. With each person he wins over, it’s like he is shoving himself in there anyway. But won’t that hurt him?
They start talking sports after Callahan offers a hand with the chopping. I just slide into a kitchen chair, defeated. No matter what I want, these two are going to do what they think is best.
I’m still not hungry when the food is done. The smell alone is threatening to start this hellish experience over. But they both agree that I need to eat at least some bread and a protein shake.
At some point during their bonding, I fall asleep at the table. When I wake up, I’m in my bed with water on the bedside table. Callahan left a note to call him, and a little goat figurine. It says push me, and when I do, it screams.
This earns another laugh, and a thud of my heart. I think he just changed the way it beats.
I give it one more push before rolling over and going back to sleep.
Chapter 22
Thefactthatit’staken this long for me to see Callahan’s place seems criminal. A lot of the same furniture from Boston is here, like his real wood dining room table, and black velvet couch. But there are little touches that speak to San Francisco. The coffee machine, the bay window, and the built-in bookshelves, to name some.
While he makes shrimp alfredo, I go and look at his collection of novels.
It looks like mostly memoirs and mysteries. The memoirs at least seem to have diversity, but I don’t read anything but romance books, so I don’t recognize the rest. Still, the shelves are almost full.
“You really like to read, huh?”
“Mostly audiobooks, but if I like them, then I buy the physical copy. It’s easy to listen to a bunch when I’m driving around and working.”
I walk over to the kitchen, which is visible from the living room over the island. Watching his forearms flex as he moves around has to be its own porn category. I’ll add it to my favorites, right along with watching him smile at me shirtless.
“You should cook in your underwear.” I wag my eyebrows at him, biting my bottom lip.
Without a response, he tears off his shirt and pants, throwing them in a pile on the floor. Shaking his pert ass, he puts on a little show, twisting and turning. He has a little bit of a hard-on that strains against his briefs. Catching me looking, he gives me that devilish grin that has my insides stirring.
Every day that passes with him, I find myself wanting to have sex more and more. While the urge isn’t there all the time, Callahan has made it so that my libido hasn’t disappeared entirely.
Just because I don’t want to have my bed rocked yet, doesn’t mean I can’t get him off.
“Done cooking?” I ask.
He nods, scraping the contents of the pan onto plates. Before he can move them to the table, I push him against the counter, pull down his underwear, and drop to my knees.
His dick swings up, and it’s so big it goes to his belly button. I gulp and stare up into his eyes.
He rubs a thumb down my cheek, landing on my lower lip. Grazing across it, he sticks it in a little and pushes my mouth open.
I stick out my tongue and lick down his thumb before sucking on it a little bit. Without me even touching his dick, he is throwing his head back at the sight of me alone.
I pop his thumb back out and grip onto the base of him. Angling the head down, I have to shift back to stop myself from getting hit in the face.
When it’s right at my lips, I flick my tongue out and lick up the drip of pre-cum at the head.
The salty taste makes me salivate. The way he is looking at me has a river practically running down my throat. Lubed and ready, I slide the head between my lips, sucking my cheeks around it.
Bobbing at just the top, I moan, letting him know how much I’m enjoying myself. He hisses, his hand coming to my face again in a gentle stroking grasp. Encouraged, I go down further until I can feel it hitting the back of my throat. With a deep breath in through my nose, I go until I hit the base.
