“Callie…I’m going to lose it…” I warn but she doesn’t stop, so I use my hands to push off the wall and move my body out of her reach. My dick slips from her lips with a wet pop sound.
She looks up at me with a disappointed stare. “But I was having fun!”
I laugh and pull her to her feet. As I step out of my pants and underwear, I bend and push my shoulder into her abdomen, flipping her whole body up, and carry her to the master bedroom. She’s giggling the whole way and smacking my ass in mock protest.
I flip her back onto the bed and she lands in the middle of it, her breasts bouncing and a giggle still escaping her lips. I glance at the clock. It’s exactly midnight. Her eyes follow mine and she glances at the clock as well.
I yank my shirt up over my head and toss it on the floor as I drop down on top of her, pressing my entire naked body into her and pushing my hard-on into her leg. I kiss her wildly. She wraps her legs around my torso and pushes herself into me.
“Happy New Year, baby,” she coos against my ear before nipping my earlobe.
“First of many,” I promise and move my hands to her thighs, untangling her legs from my waist and then grabbing the waistband of her sweats and underwear and pushing them down her legs in a few short, erratic shoves. I get them as far as her knees before I give up and move my hand back up to her center. I skim my fingers over her opening—she’s drenched. I groan in lust and she takes my hand and pushes it into her, two of my fingers pushing straight inside her. And now she groans.
“Everything about you makes me so fucking wet,” she whispers, her eyes closed and her head tilted back. “I’ve dreamt about your fingers, your cock, your tongue…you make me fucking insatiable.”
“I would lick you and suck you and finger you and fuck you all day, every day, if I could,” I promise, sliding my fingers in and out of her, moving my thumb to her clit and my lips to her throat.
Her hips tilt up into my hand. I bite down lightly on her collarbone. She grabs onto my bare ass with both hands, her longer fingers pressing hard into my flesh. She spreads her legs so they fall on either side of my hips and I glance down between us and watch my fingers slide in and out of her beautiful pussy, coated in her slick juice. My cock wants to be in there so bad it starts to ache.
She pulls on my ass and I have no choice but to move my hand away from her core to the bed beside her hip. I kiss her, slipping my tongue into her mouth and sliding it over hers as she tilts her pelvis and pushes on my ass, and my dick slips down through her folds. I feel her wet center perched perfectly at the tip of my dick. Her hands on my ass guide me into her.
She’s so wet and so warm and so tight and I know we can’t do this. We have to stop. She’s not on the pill and I don’t have a condom on, and holy fuck, she feels so fucking blindingly spectacular. I grit my teeth and fight like hell not to come immediately.
“Callie…I’m not wearing…” I grunt as I move my cock deeper and deeper into her pussy. “Fuck.”
“I know. I just…wanted to feel it…” she pants back, struggling to keep her eyes open, her eyelids fluttering. “I just…it feels so good like this…”
I’m completely inside her now. My dick is twitching mercilessly, begging for the euphoric friction of a thrust or two or ten or a hundred. But I remain still.
“We can’t…” I say grudgingly. “I want to. Fuck, I want to…but we can’t.”
“I know,” she relents. “Not yet.”
“You mean not until you’re on the pill?” I ask, too scared to believe it means something else—what I want it to mean.
Her eyes open a little more and she gives me a look like I’m absurd and then it softens.
“No, I mean not until you’re officially divorced,” Callie whispers back and runs a hand over the side of my face gently. “Things are messy right now and I don’t want to risk bringing a kid into our life until it’s completely our life.”
I blink. “But you would bring a kid into the world? You’d consider…”
“Not any kid, no,” she explains softly, biting her lip like she’s nervous. “But your kid, yes.”
And then she tilts her hips and grinds herself downward. My erection responds to the friction and I give her a quick, hard thrust and then use all the willpower I have to pull completely out of her and reach for the condoms in the bedside table.
I’m sheathed in seconds, and just as urgently as before, she’s taking me into her body. The sensation isn’t as full but it’s still fabulous. Everything about Callie is fabulous.
“Fuck me, Devin,” she begs.
“This is more than that,” I respond and take my first soft strokes inside her.
Epilogue
Devin
The NHL awards were long and although they had amusing moments I was itching for them to be over. Jordy was up for, and won, the Lady Byng Award. Our family is peppered throughout the auditorium—Luc and I are with Rosie and Callie and our team toward the middle of the auditorium. Jordan and Jessie are with the Winterhawks to the left; Cole and Leah are in the balcony with my parents. We all jump up and give Jordy a Garrison family ovation. He thanks his coach, his teammates, his family and “the love of his life and future wife, Jessie.” I’m thrilled for Jordy but for a quick second I’m also a little jealous that he can make a public declaration to Jessie like that.
Later that night we all head to the club at the Palms, which they have reserved for players and families only. It’s a catered event and we chat, laugh, and eat and drink. At nearly midnight I decide we should head home. My mom and dad had relieved Conner’s babysitter hours before and said he could stay in their room tonight, so I was looking forward to alone time with Callie.
