CALLIE (The Naughty Ones Book 1) (9 page)

It’s pretty gross just thinking about that stuff, but by the time we load the dishwasher and he drags me back upstairs, I feel hopeful.

Who knew I had it in me?

Please Stay Sweet

Jack

I’ve spent the morning trying to remove the panicked look from Callie’s eyes, and by the time I pull her upstairs and let my dick know that the pain is about to end, I’m so hot for her that I could pound nails and build an entire house with the thing.

She’s nervous, I can tell by the way she keeps biting into her lower lip and twirling her hair around her finger.

It’s important that I do not fuck this up. I find myself sweating, my hands trembling as I pull her to a halt beside the bed and slowly raise my hands to her face.

“Don’t be scared, Cal, I won’t hurt you,” I murmur, leaning in to kiss her sweetly before pulling back and looking down at her.

“Not scared. Nervous,” she whispers, looking down as I take hold of her shirt and start dragging it up her body.

“You got nothing to be nervous about, baby. We’ve been here before, remember?” I tease, trying to lighten the situation a little.

I toss the shirt away and look down at her. Perfect. She’s perfect everywhere. Her boobs are high and round, with just enough softness and give to assure me she’s all natural, though you wouldn’t think it with all that plumpness and her belly.

I never thought a man would be turned on by a big belly, but as I look down and see the evidence of my claim, it makes me so hard I feel my heartbeat in my dick.

“It’s different. I’m huge now.”

“You’re sexy with that belly, baby. You think I’m not attracted to the sight of you growing my baby? It’s sexy to know part of me is in there,” I growl, gritting my teeth at the need for tenderness and a slow approach.

I want to strip her bare and fall on all that soft skin. She’s so vulnerable right now, but it just makes me love her more. I want to be everything she needs me to be in this moment, and I know to do that for her I have to show her that for me, it’s not about what I see but about what I feel when I see it.

“You know, even when I couldn’t remember that night I still longed for you, Cal. I’d wake in a sweat and reach over for the woman in my dreams. It hurt when you weren’t there. Now that I have you, all I can think about is having you and having you and having you some more till this ache I’ve had lessens.”

The words, unlike my lascivious looks, seem to do the trick and I watch as she takes a deep breath and hooks her hands into the sweats, shimmying them down and off with a shake of her ankle.

“Me too.”

The green light glares at me and I do what I need to. I rip my clothes off like a teen at his first chance at sex and pull her into me with a groan that she echoes back into my mouth.

All that softness against me is perfect. She fits me just right.

I’m so deep into the kiss that it takes me a few seconds to realize she’s pushing away and mumbling at me. Somehow I dig deep enough to pull back and release her, though the move is actually painful.

Please God, don’t let her change her mind.

“Baby, I—”

“Good God, how did I not remember this?”

I follow her awestruck gaze and feel myself grin when she starts stroking my tattoos and looks down at my piercing with a moan.

“You like, baby?”

So what if I’m preening here? The woman is looking at me like I’m dessert and I feel ten feet tall at the moment. I’ll take whatever the hell I can get.

Callie’s eyes seem to glaze over a little and it’s my turn to groan when she strokes a hand down, down, down before wrapping it around my shaft and exploring. I almost lose my load when she swipes her thumb over my piercing, and it takes a supreme force of will not to throw her down and take her when she leans down and swipes her tongue over it.

Her moan when my taste hits her tongue is the best compliment I have ever received, and I find myself reciting a client’s account to stave off the need to shove deeper and have those lips wrap around me.

“Baby, uh shit, you have to stop, Callie. I’m about to come,” I plead.

I need her to stop now and not just because my balls are tightening and drawing up in warning, but because I need to touch her so badly my hands are trembling.

When she finally pulls back and seems dazed, I can’t help the hard kiss I take or the fact that my hand is already between her legs testing her readiness.

              “Cal—”

“Shut up and take me, Jack,” she growls.

My mouth dries when she scoots onto the bed and opens her arms to me, her legs opening to reveal the pink, glazed treat I got to taste briefly last night.

That shit does it for my control and I’m sliding between her legs and attacking her lips before I can count to two. Her moan is met by my own and I feel myself go hotter when her tiny hand reaches down and pulls my crown to her opening.

She’s so wet and hot, she scalds me. I thrust in a little before I can gain control.

“Oh shit, that piercing really does make a difference.”

Oh hell yeah it does
, I crow silently when she starts thrashing beneath me and tries to pull me deeper.

“Wait, baby, slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”

My control is precarious at best, and I think I’ve just wrestled it back into my grasp when Callie does the worst thing she can do to a man like me. She leans up and bites directly into the face of the dragon decorating my left pec.

The sting and feel of her sexual aggression sends me over the edge and I’m thrusting home in a long, hard slide that has me filling her to capacity in one thrust.

Her keening mewl of satisfaction is like gas on the fire and I’m pulling out and hitting back hard with a howl of pleasure. She’s tight inside and so warm it almost hurts to add friction. But fuck me, it’s the best feeling in the world as her body starts going wild beneath mine.

I may be out of control as I make love to her, but I’m ever mindful of the swell of her belly and the baby nestled there. I keep myself up on outstretched arms and hammer my hips in a rhythm guaranteed not to harm her or the baby.

“Harder, Jack. Oh, right there.”

Her eyes roll back in her head and she screams in ecstasy when I find that place deep inside her and get just the right angle to scrape my piercing over the little bean.

That and the finger I use to rub soft circles around her wet clit is all she needs and I feel her sex go hot right before she seems to swell and starts detonating around my shaft, the tight muscle licking and sucking at me in a way that steals the last vestiges of my sanity.

The explosion when it comes is no tingling buildup in my spine and no drawing up of my balls. I just explode so fast, I go ramrod stiff on my deepest thrust. I’m deaf, dumb, and blind as I start coming inside her in long hard volleys of heat and snarled curses.

I go until I’m so spent I can’t breathe. I feel my toes curl into the mattress.

When I finally find the strength to unlock my muscles and fall to her side, it’s to the sight of Callie, my woman, knocked the hell out with her mouth hanging open.

I guess I did a good job then. Shit, I’m gonna have to up my cardio if this is what our sex will be like all the time, or I may not make it. I fall asleep with her soft snores and a smile hurting my face.

This definitely seals the freaking deal for me. Callie Landry, your ass is finally mine.

Love Drunk

Callie

“He was that good?” Luci asks on a hiccup that almost makes me feel bad for bragging.

I shouldn’t be this sunny and bright considering poor Luci just got dumped by text and had her dreams of a pink wedding ripped out of her gasp.

I could almost hate Freddie for doing this to her, but after I saw the wedding album from hell and his freaking name Sharpied into the front cover where the groom box had always been empty, I understood why he did it.

“He was better than spectacular.” I sigh dreamily, ignoring Luci’s mutterings and the odd “lucky whore” she seems to say just a little louder than necessary.

Percy, Dot, and Indie just roll their eyes and crowd closer to me from their position across the stainless steel counter where we’re enjoying a midmorning snack of toast and tomato slices with a few of Percy’s little twists.

“So was he one of those conservatives who do a quick lick and then missionary, or was he all dirty and raw with an appetite?” Percy asks, looking desperate for more detail than I am comfortable giving.

“He was just…awesome! He’s got absolutely no hangups when it comes to sex, and let me tell you girls, he does not allow me to have any either. Goddamn, the man knows how to use every single part of that magnificent body.”

He’d made love to me all day and half of last night till I finally caved at midnight.

There is not a part of me he didn’t touch, lick, or fondle, and believe me, when I woke up this morning I knew with an aching glee that I had been well and truly taken.

According to Jack, he claimed me and put his mark on me. I wanted to snort and make a joke of it, but his stony face and those burning grey eyes very quickly convinced me that he was more than a little serious.

              “So? Body?”

Hmm, what to reveal? It’s burning a hole in my tongue to tell them all about that piercing. Lord, the piercing.

Oh who am I kidding? It was the man who worked that piercing and I know it. Such skill.

“He’s got this big red-and-black dragon thing from his left shoulder where it meets his neck all the way across his pec. It’s so hot. I spent like ten minutes just licking it. Who knew a tattoo could be that hot?”

“Me. I totally knew that,” Indie yells across the table, showing off her own tats with a smile.

For a small blonde, she sure is mean looking and wickedly sexy with all that ink.

“I hate you bitches so much right now,” Luci whines, dropping whatever it is she’s doing to stalk over and sulk across the counter. “I loooove Freddie. I mean, like, very much love the stupid ass and he’s not returning my calls. And here you are looking all fat and fucking sexy and you’re getting good sex and I love your eyes and I’m heartbroken,” she wails, making us all
ooh
and
aaah
in sympathy.

She’s never been a committer, not even when we were little and her mom asked if she wanted a Ken doll for her Barbie. Luci’s reply was ultra-feminist and snide. “She don’t need no man to mess with her home and use her up like an old dishrag, Mommy. She’s an independent free spirit with too much life to live.”

Now those may have been Gruffy’s words, mind you, but Luci has been that way since childhood to the point we all just despaired of her ever finding true love.

              So imagine our surprise when Indie showed up here one day with Luci’s dirty little secret. The Wedding Album.

I thought she was going to expire from embarrassment when she caught us leafing through it and saw some of the seriously whack stuff she wants for her big day. I was shocked when I realized that hard, smack-talking, relationship-hopping Luci was just looking for her Mister Right all along and wouldn’t settle.

Poor baby.

“Aw, Luce, babe, you’ll find the one,” I croon, trying to comfort her.

“He is the one! He’s the one. He’s the one,” she cries, slapping the counter so hard I see her handprint of sweat linger for a good four seconds before it fades away. “I knew it the moment I saw him and then we…we made love.”

“Gross, Luce. Sex, it’s sex,” Indie yells, cracking up at her own words. Percy joins in.

Idiots.

“We made love. Sweet passionate love,” she screams.

I can hear the waitstaff outside snickering as they clean the equipment but I ignore it as she starts sniffling again and shaking a finger at us all.

“
He is mine
. I gave it all up to him and then he goes and does this. Well I’ll show him. I’ll show him that, that taking something so precious means something.”

It may be time to call in Gruffy before she does something that could get her in an orange jumpsuit and cheap sneaks.

“Luci, you need to calm down a little and stop thinking about it so emotionally, babe. Maybe Freddie is just scared and needs some time to process this great love,” I say, wincing inwardly when her head shoots up and her look of hope hits ten on the Richter scale.

              “Yeah. Yeah, I think you’re right. He just loves me so much he needs time to understand that we belong together. Thanks, Cal!”

And off she goes like the truly psychotic cutie she is, humming Queen under her breath.

“Shit. That is not going to end well for anyone involved if he’s moved on already. I see many dead bunnies in our future if that happens,” Percy mutters, eyeing Luci with a shudder.

“Naw, we just have to bright side this shit. We can serve bunny stew to our clients and tell them it’s game or something. Easy-peasy. Now then, back to the dick. You were telling us all about his technique.”

“I was not, you pervert.”

“Glad to hear it, baby, since it creeps me out to think about these four knowing what I look like under my skivvies.”

The sound of his voice makes me grin and I turn with a smile as the others start hooting and making kissy noises. Even Dot. Where’s all her shy reserve gone, dammit?

“I’m not snitching on your hunk of love, Jack. They’d all kill themselves if they knew I was the one with the winning dick.”

The kiss I get for that gem curls my toes and I enjoy the heck out of this newfound feeling of…

Well I have feelings of more than
like.
That’s all I’m saying.

I enjoy it till he pulls back and grins at me before bending and saying hello to the kid like he’s taken to doing. Long drawn-out conversations of do’s and don’ts.

My favorite was this morning at around five when I woke to catch him pleading with JJ—Jack Junior, according to him—to please not decimate Mommy’s vagina when he made his entrance.

I almost cracked up at that one and listened in awe as he started telling him all the things we were going to do as a family.

Turned me to a near sobbing pathetic pool of mush, that did. Stupid idiot is way too cute for my liking.

“Hey, Jack?”

No Luci, please don’t
, I beg silently, groaning inwardly when she bounds over like a little puppy with hope and dreams shining in her green eyes.

“Luci?”

“Um, could you maybe do me a favor please, Jack?” she asks.

I hear Percy groan and Indie’s curse is ear tingling when Jack swallows and nods, his eyes going soft with sympathy. I should know better than to doubt my Luce, though. We’re survivors of our families, Gruffy’s little she-devils. The five chicks who make priests tremble in fear when we grace their hallowed doorsteps.

“Could you please give this letter to Freddie and tell him I said thanks for the mediocre cherry-popping session, but I’m totally going to explore my options.”

Jack is silent for a second, and then he’s hugging her to death and laughing his ass off.

“Oh Luci, I will most definitely deliver that message word for word and tell Woody, too. Man oh man, honey, you just made my fucking century. I can’t wait to see his face. Wait. Popping? He…?”

I’m horrified, too. Trust me. I was of the school of thought that getting it over with was the way to go, and even Dot’s been around the block once or twice.

Luci keeping that stuff on hold for her Prince Charming while fooling us all over the years… Shit, she must actually love Freddie.

“Thanks, Jack, I knew I could count on you. So, who’s up for a night out? I feel the need to spread some Luci love, girls.”

The look I give Jack makes him chuckle and I see him sigh and nod eventually, giving me the green light. Not that I need permission or anything, but I am in a pseudo relationship with the man and I am pregnant with his baby.

“I’m in.”

“Let’s go dick fishing.”

Oh Indie.

“I’m wailing for a railing!” Percy yells, taking the deranged to a whole ‘nother level.

Good Lord I am so lucky Jack’s from a crazy family too, or things would always be awkward. Instead he’s smiling at their antics and looking at Dot expectantly.

“Dotty? You okay?”

She’s a little quiet, nothing out of the ordinary, but then I look at her eyes and she looks so sad it hurts me.

“I can’t, guys. Sorry. I, uh, I have plans already.”

We never hide things from each other. Unless it’s bound to be super embarrassing or something painful that we just can’t share.

“Plans? What plans? You don’t have plans that don’t include us, Dorethea Summer, and you know this. What gives?” Indie demands, her eyes narrowing.

I see Dot’s face take on a mulish expression and we all share a shocked looked when she tells Indie to mind her own business and walks out the back with a sniff.

“Well shit. When did she morph into a human being and lose the Luna Lovegood mantle?”

My shrug is all the answer I can give and I shake my head. Whatever Dot has going on may not be good. I won’t pry like we usually do, and I won’t help the others ambush her. I just hope she comes to me when she needs me, because swear to God if anyone hurts my Dotty they’ll find out why Sabrina Dormer has teeth scars on her left cheek, and why she still crosses the road when she sees me coming.