She laughs. “Why are you even asking? You didn’t earlier when you kissed me in front of your teammates.”
“That was different. I was…”
“What?” she pushes when I don’t finish my sentence. “Claiming me?”
“Yes,” I practically growl. I know how ridiculous that is, given that they’re all in committed relationships, but it’s true. I want everyone to know she’s mine…while she still is.
I slip my hand over her cheek, loving how she presses into my touch like she can’t get enough of it. I can’t get enough of her either.
“Tell me yes, Clover.”
“Of course you ca?—”
I devour the rest of her words with my mouth, slanting my lips over hers, and she melts into me. This time, I don’t hesitate to slip my fingers beneath the Seattle Serpents shirt she’s wearing because I need to touch her right now, or I might just die.
She groans as I do, and her soft curves feel like heaven under my fingers as I wrap my hands around her hips. I tug her to me, all while pressing into her, because no matter how close we are right now, it’s not enough. She must feel the same, because she grabs my arms, her nails digging into me like she’s silently begging for more.
I give it to her. I tilt her head, pushing inside her mouth, and our tongues slide together in sync like they’ve done this before—and they have. My cock grows hard against the zipper of my jeans, and there’s no way she doesn’t feel it pushing against her. She lets out a soft noise and sinks her nails in even deeper. She’s as eager for more as I am.
I trace my fingers along the waistband of her jeans, wanting so desperately to dip them inside and see if she’s wet for me, but I don’t. Not here. Not now.
Notyet.
“You’re perfect,” I tell her as I pull away, my lips barely grazing hers. “I missed this.”
“Me too.” She runs her hands higher, slipping them into my hair and pulling me back down to her. “Kiss me again.”
I do. I’ve never been able to resist her, and I don’t see the point in trying to do it now. Just like I’m not able to resist touching her.
Maybe just a little bit, I tell myself as I slide my hands higher.
She shivers under my touch as I cup her heavy tit, loving how the lace of her bra feels against my hand. I can feel her pert nipple under the material, and I brush my thumb over it just because I can. Chloe hisses, and I grin against her.
“Callum…”
“Yes?”
“Do you want to?—”
A loud, booming laugh cuts her words off, and I wrench my mouth from Chloe’s to find Locke standing ten feet away. I move in front of her, making sure she’s covered up even though things hadn’t even gotten that far.
“I’m sorry, but this is just too fucking funny.”
“Can I help you,old man?” I practically spit at him.
He laughs, unfazed by my ire. “Say, remember a few months ago when you walked into this very hallway and found Vanessa and me in a compromising situation? Ironic now, no?”
“First of all, nobody says ‘compromising situation.’ This is exactly why Lawson makes fun of you for being old. Secondly, she’s not my captain’s stepsister. She’s my wife, so can we have some damn privacy, please?”
“Callum?” Her hand lands on my arm, and she squeezes. “It’s okay. We, uh, we should probably stop anyway.”
But I don’t want to stop. Kissing her last night was fucking magical. It shook loose something inside me that’s been festering for far too long, and kissing her now feels just as good. I want to do it more, but with her brown eyes pleading for me to let it go, I do. With a sigh, I push off the wall and step aside, but not before checking to make sure her shirt is back where it needs to be.
Locke laughs.
“What?” I snarl with a glare.
He only laughs harder. “Just never thought I’d see the day Callum Keller lets a girl talk him off the ledge.”
