A second later I watch a pair of tiny white panties with red and pink hearts drop to her ankles. She steps out of them. I hurry to pull the condom from my back pocket. As soon as it’s out, she tells me to put it on, so I do. And then she’s standing with one leg on either side of my lap and she bends over and kisses me hard and wet. Our tongues meet and it’s a full-on battle fordominance. My hands drift up her thighs and over her bare ass. Boldly, I move my fingers to the inside of her thigh and let three of them brush her slit, one after the other. Her breath audibly catches and then she kisses me even harder and starts to drop lower. I use one hand to hold my cock out, in the right place for her descent. She buries her face in my shoulder as I feel my tip enter her.
“Don’t move,” I command and grip her hip tightly.
She freezes, and with my other hand firmly on my base, I slowly drag the head of my dick across her opening once and then twice.
“I need your wetness,” I tell her softly and kiss her cheek. “It’ll be easier.”
I glide across her once more and she shudders and then pushes down again. It’s so warm but so tight. I swear to God she’s almost too small. It almost hurts, but not quite. I know she feels it too because she sucks in her breath and doesn’t exhale.
“If it hurts, you can stop,” I promise her but I really want to keep going. “It’s okay. Just stop.”
“No,” she pants in my ear, her hands gripping the back of my neck as she leans back a bit and continues her descent.
I push up the hem of her dress. I want to see her take me in. I still can’t believe we’re doing this. But we are, and a few seconds later I’m completely inside her. Our eyes meet as she sits perfectly still. My dick is throbbing inside her wet, hot walls.
“I can’t believe you fit,” she confesses shyly. “I didn’t think you would.”
“Are you okay?” I ask tentatively.
She nods and, as if to prove her point, pulls herself up a tiny bit and then back down. The friction is the most intense feeling I have ever felt in my life. She does it again, moving higher so more of me is exposed, and then slides back down more quickly.
“I like this,” she sighs and does it again.
I kiss her shoulder and then bite down on it lightly as her next movement is faster and harder than the last. And then I hear Jordan’s voice.
“I’ll check the barn, Dad!”
The sunshine slices across the room as the heavy barn door is flung open. Callie flies off my lap. I’m too stunned to react right away but Jordan isn’t.
“Oh crap!” he bellows and turns away from us, shielding his eyes with his forearm.
I shove my condom-covered cock back into my shorts and half jump, half trip off the tractor, zipping myself up as soon as I land on the ground. Callie is just standing there with her hands over her face. Thankfully, her dress conceals her lack of panties from Jordan. He obviously knows what’s going on and probably saw my dick hanging out of my pants, but she wasn’t exposed, and for that I’m thankful.
“Dad was wondering where you went,” Jordan mumbles, still hiding his face. “And I don’t want to tell him now. Can you just go out there? Please.”
I glance back at Callie and she nods emphatically and makes a shooing motion with her hands. I grab Jordan’s arm and drag him out of the barn, sliding the door closed behind us to give Callie privacy.
“Dude!” Jordan says with wide, horrified eyes. “You’re sleeping with Callie?!”
“No.”
“I saw your dick, Devin.”
“Lucky you,” I snark, because I don’t know what else to do.
I start walking back toward the house and the party. Jordan grabs my arm and stops me. “So what the hell?”
“Look, we’ve been drinking. We were just messing around. Not a big deal.”
“It’s…she’s like family. It’s abigdeal!” Jordan argues and I give him a hard, pointed stare.
“Unlike you, Jordan, I’m not going to cause a Caplan sister to leave town with a broken heart,” I snap at him harshly and turn away, but not before seeing the hurt pass through his eyes. I ignore the guilt that drops like a stone into my gut and leave him standing in the middle of the lawn. My dad calls me over to pose for a picture with my cousin, his wife and their newborn. It’s going to be an awkward picture because my smile is strained. All I can think about is getting the condom out of my underwear.
I excuse myself, head into the bathroom and clean up. When I get back outside a few minutes later, guilt gets the better of me and I look around for Jordan so I can apologize. But instead of finding him, once again someone is waving me over. Kayleigh Ratford, whom I’ve known since elementary school, is smiling broadly at me. She introduces me to her sister Ashleigh, whom I don’t ever remember meeting before, even though Silver Bay is so small I must have.
We walk over to the picnic table filled with food, and I watch them fill their plates and I suggest things for them to try, like my mom’s bacon and blue cheese potato salad and my dad’s ribs. I chat with them as they eat but can’t stop glancing around trying to spot Callie.
Prologue
