by Lane Hart
“I, um, I found these letters,” I tell her while looking down at the paper, trying to figure out what to say to her. “They’re from Bianca. Do you want to read them?”
“Bianca?” she asks. “She…she wrote you?”
“Yeah, apparently she tried to contact me months ago. I’m so sorry I didn’t get them sooner,” I tell Callie honestly.
“Should I read them?” she asks me, biting her bottom lip.
“That’s completely up to you,” I reply since I’m not sure if they will help or hurt her even more.
With a heavy exhale, she says, “Let me read them.”
Climbing up on the empty side of the bed, I hand the two letters to her. Tears run down Callie’s cheeks as she takes her time reading the first one, most likely because of how close Bianca came to ending the pregnancy. And on the second one, a pitiful sob escapes from her mouth before she slaps her hand over it.
Unable to witness any more of her heartbreak, I wrap my arms around her and hold her while she cries.
“I’m sorry,” I say into her hair. “I should’ve read them sooner. Maybe I could’ve helped her.”
“It’s not…it’s not your fault,” she tells me through the sniffles.
“It’s not yours either,” I assure her. “They hurt you, and she didn’t deserve your forgiveness until she had earned it, if she ever could have earned it back.”
“Thanks, Quinton,” Callie tells me, her damp face still pressed against my bare chest and her arms winding around my waist. “Will you…will you sleep with me tonight? I don’t want to be alone.”
“Yeah, sure,” I tell her, surprised by her honesty and her request.
Without letting her go, I maneuver us both underneath the covers and lay my head down on the pillow. Callie’s sweet, passion fruit scent fills my nose, and her pajamas are as soft and silky under my palms as I imagined. I bet her skin would feel even better and taste delicious.
Those are horrible, selfish thoughts for me to be having at this moment when she’s so upset, but I’m a man, and a beautiful woman I want is practically lying on top of me.
And even though cuddling up to Callie without her naked is nearly torture, I like it. She’s seeking comfort from me, and that means something, more than all the past hookups and flings.
Chapter Twenty-One
Quinton
Tuesday morning was spent getting my head checked out and answering a billion questions for the team docs. That night, I had hoped that after sleeping in Callie’s bed the night before that things would be different between us. But the woman went right back to her cool, aloof self, barely speaking a word to me. It was like Monday night never happened between us, that she didn’t cling to me all night except for when she jumped up and offered to feed Brady. Either those few hours of intimacy didn’t mean anything to her, or it did, and she’s too scared to admit it. Both possibilities are frustrating and depressing as fuck.
On Wednesday morning, the docs finally clear me to start practicing again. I’ve felt fine and haven’t had any more memory lapses or dizziness. In fact, I feel great running drills and plays on the practice field and off of it. Really good actually.
And so fucking horny.
Tonight’s the night I’m gonna make Callie pony up on our bet; and thankfully, Kelsey is back at work this week and sleeping in her own house. She’s agreed to come stay every weekend since I’m always so busy getting ready for games, but Callie’s been watching Brady during the day, and even staying here at night.
After she slept here Sunday night to wake me up every two hours, I figured she would go back home Monday night. I’m happy she didn’t since I ended up holding her. But I know that Brady is the real reason for her overnight stays.
Last night Callie slept alone in the guest room, and I found it hard to sleep without her. So, tonight I’m gonna try to seduce her to get her in my bed. I’ve been cleared by the doctors for all forms of “strenuous activity,” and I haven’t had sex in over a week. It’s time to get back on the saddle. Callie’s saddle preferably.
A few days ago I cranked up the heat in the house for Brady’s sake, of course, and it’s so warm I haven’t worn a shirt around the house. I may not be the brightest crayon in the box, but I know Callie likes what she sees, so much so that I often catch her staring at me. It’s the only time she’s easily flustered, and I’m certain that she wants me more than just for comfort.
Tonight, I’m hopefully going to prove it. My methods may seem a little extreme, but Callie is a tough woman to crack. She’s the only woman to sleep in a bed with me all night and not fuck me, and my balls still ache from the tease.
“Oh, Callie! Do you know what today is?” I call out to her from the sofa in the living room. She was cleaning the kitchen after she fixed an amazing dinner, but she should be nearly finished. And I just fed Brady his last bottle of the night and changed him, so he should be good for a few hours.
“What? The first time you’ve gone twelve hours without looking in a mirror?” she asks with a smirk when she joins me in the living room.
“Ha-ha, but no,” I reply. “Today is one week since we made that bet. You know, the one about me not fucking anyone for a week? Or did you think I would forget after the concussion and all?”
“Well, congratulations. I’m not sure how you were able to survive such a painful feat. Would you like an award?” Callie asks dryly, her hands braced on the hips of her silky pink and white striped pajamas.
“I would like my reward,” I answer. “Remember our terms?”
“Oh, right. A kiss,” she says with an eye roll. “Let’s just get it over with.”
“Let’s,” I agree. “Come here.”
With a heavy sigh, she starts to move closer to me. Since I refuse to sit up on the sofa, she braces a hand on the back of it to lean down towards me.
“I didn’t say where I was gonna kiss you,” I tell her when I press my finger to her parted lips. Her eyes widen in surprise right before I use my lightning quick reflexes to tug her pajama pants and panties down her legs. Then, I bury my face in her pussy, kissing her mound while grasping her thighs in each of my hands.
“What the hell are you…oh God,” she moans, clutching my shoulders at the first long stroke of my tongue through her slit. She tastes sweet and salty, and I crave more.
When Callie doesn’t tell me to stop or punch me in the back of my head as I half expected, I nudge her legs further apart to give me more room to delve my tongue into her tight, wet heat.
Her thighs tremble when she releases another low moan that sounds sort of like my name, so I pick her up off the floor, tug her bottoms off and pull her down on top of me, lining her up so that her pussy is right above my face. And then, I explore every inch of her with my tongue, teasing her clit with just the tip, thrusting inside her opening. I’m so absorbed in my task that it takes me a minute to realize when Callie starts bearing down, grinding herself on my face rather than trying to get away.
Fucking hell, she likes it.
Soon she’s bucking and rolling her hips above me like a champion bull rider. I’m not gonna let her get off after just eight seconds, though. My palms slide up to cup her clenching ass cheeks and squeeze them while I eat her out.
“Uh! Uhhh God!” she shouts above me before her body shakes, tits bouncing beautifully under her pajama top as her juices flood my tongue almost faster than I can lap them up.
When Callie doesn’t make any sort of move to get off this ride, I up the ante. While I’m sucking on her clit in a way that has her pulling my hair out and screaming my name, I slip two fingers inside of her pussy with one hand and use the other to press my fingertips to the puckered hole in the crease of her amazing ass.
“Yes!” becomes her new chant until I coax another orgasm from her. Watching her head thrown back, eyes closed, lips parted above me, I could do this all night. My only regret is that her shirt is still on.
After Callie slumps forward limply, catching herself
on the armrest above my head, I relent and remove my tongue and fingers from her body. Tugging her down until her head is on my chest, I run my fingers over her hair, unable to help the smile on my face as I wait for her to recover. I even brace myself, worried that once the pleasurable high clears she’ll go back to being angry at me for catching her off guard and tongue fucking her. Sure, it will hurt if so, but I know it’s all just a defense mechanism because of all her trust issues that asshole husband of her caused.
Soon to be ex-husband.
“Mmm,” Callie moans as she relaxes and cuddles against me even more. I’m pretty sure I even feel her damp lips on my chest before I’m distracted by her wandering hand. One heading right for the bulge of my sleep pants. Her palm strokes my length through the soft cotton material, causing me to hiss in a breath through my clenched teeth. When she grips me tentatively in her fist, it’s nice, but it could be better.
I cover her small hand with my own and show her how I like to be squeezed and jerked. My lungs suck in another deep breath when her palm slips underneath my pants and boxers to grip my flesh tightly.
“God, Callie,” I groan.
“It won’t break, will it?” she asks softly, running her tongue over my collarbone while she jerks me off. Her words sound familiar. So does the way her hand feels on me…
Wait a second.
“That day in the hospital,” I start to ask, and then her thumb swirls over the head of my dick just like I do when I masturbate. “Did you…”
“Yes,” she answers. “But you started it. I just…finished it.”
Holy fuck. All this time I thought I had some juvenile wet dream in public when, in fact, Callie had jerked me off.
“You’re so big and thick,” she whispers while her lithe and mostly naked body wiggles on top of me, doubling the size of my already enormous ego and cock. “How do you run around with this baseball bat between your legs?”
I bark out a laugh at her unexpected compliment to my cock.
“I’m not usually this hard on the football field,” I tell her. “Feel free to get an up close and personal look at it, though.”
That’s all the motivation Callie needed to start moving her mouth down my chest, licking over my abs and around my belly button before she unleashes the beast from my pants.
“Wow,” she mutters in awe as she continues to stroke it. “It’ll take two hands and the suppression of my gag reflex to handle all of this.”
“I’m sure you can handle it just fine,” I tell her.
“Mmm,” she replies, looking up to hold my eyes while her tongue takes its first lick from base to tip.
“Holy shit,” I groan, grabbing the sofa cushions in my fists to keep from reaching down and shoving her mouth on me.
“I want to taste you a little, but then I want to feel you inside me,” she says before swirling her tongue over the head of my dick, over and over again until my eyes roll back in my head.
“Who the hell are you, woman?” I ask through gritted teeth to try and hold off my release. This is so unlike the Callie I know. She doesn’t answer my question, and I don’t complain since her mouth is suddenly full of my cock.
I’ve gotten used to the Callie who barely tolerates me because I’m the father of her nephew. The one who acts like it’s punishment to be under the same roof as me. I thought she might want me, but it would be like pulling teeth to get her to admit it. Who knew she could be this damn sexy and forward?
Callie works hard to take all of my length but can only handle about three-quarters of my dick before she gags and pulls back. She gets an A for an enthusiastic effort.
“That’s enough,” I tell her, reaching to pull her up my body to kiss her lips. While I’m savoring her sweet fruity taste, she starts lowering her soaking wet pussy down on my cock.
“Fuck,” I pull my mouth from hers to cry out at the unbelievable sensation. Her tight heat surrounds me like a too small glove that I’m dying to stretch. I’ve had a lot of sex, and I don’t ever remember it feeling this fucking good.
Oh shit.
“Condom!” I shout as Callie lifts up and slams her pussy down on my shaft so hard I see stars. “I need a…need a…need you to do that again,” I urge her. Just a little longer and I’ll insist she climb off me so that we can take this to the bedroom where I have a drawer full of condoms.
My hands squeeze Callie’s hips to hold her down on me or to pick her up and slam her again, I’m not sure which until I look up and see the shirt still covering her tits. I push it up and over her head while the champion bull rider makes another appearance, bouncing so good on my cock.
“Condom?” I say again. It's more of a question than a statement this time while filling my hands with her full, bare breasts for the first time. God, I’ve dreamed about these babies ever since she flashed me at the stadium. Fuck! I’m getting distracted again. “We need…we need to stop for a sec,” I tell her. I sure as fuck don’t want to stop. I want to cum so bad my dick is already leaking.
“So close,” Callie moans, bracing her palms flat on my chest to work her hips faster.
“No, no, no,” I tell her through panting breaths when I feel her walls constrict around my cock. “If you come, I’ll come. No more…no more babies.”
Callie falls forward, pressing her tits to my chest, and the new angle of filling her pussy to the hilt is so incredible I forgot what I was saying.
“I want a baby,” she whispers while kissing my neck and grinding on my dick, so wet and hot. “More than anything.”
“Yesss, baby, yes,” I groan, grabbing her ass to move her faster.
Wait a second.
What the fuck did she say?
“Callie, stop!” I find the strength of all the Norse gods in the universe to say while pulling her mouth from where she’s sucking hickeys on my neck so I can look at her face. “I can’t just…just knock you up. That’s insane!”
Dropping her forehead on my chest, her breath hitches as she says, “I know. You’re right. If my husband couldn’t do it in seven years, there’s no way you could either.”
That same competitive blood that flows through my veins and made me a professional quarterback starts to sizzle. It refuses to ever allow me to admit defeat.
“I didn’t say I couldn’t knock you up. I said I wouldn’t,” I clarify. My proud cock still buried deep inside of her twitches in absolute agreement.
Lifting her head, Callie’s sad, stormy gray eyes lock with mine before she says the words that I know I’ll regret but forever be powerless against.
“Prove it.”
Blood roars in my ears, my heart hammers in my chest, and both of my lungs seize up as I try to find the strength to walk away. Whether it’s my competitiveness or my compulsion to give Callie not just what she wants, but what I know she needs, I flip us over, putting her on her back. And then, I fuck her. Harder and deeper than anyone before. Not that I can think of anyone but the woman underneath me at this moment. The way her nails claw my back as I pound inside of her, how her heels dig into my ass urging me on, the sound of her whimpering moans that grow louder with every thrust until her legs stiffen and her pussy clamps down on my cock, preventing my retreat. She milks every drop of my explosive release from me. Those nails of hers hold me to her even closer, a silent plea that her body accepts all that I give her and not disappoint her again.
And just like that, my euphoria disappears into thin air thanks to the burden of regret. Not regret that I’ll knock her up, oddly enough, but with the worry of how to deal with the regret if I don’t.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Callie
“Oh, God, Quinton,” I sigh in contentment from underneath him while combing my fingers through his dark hair and kissing the sweat slicked skin of his smooth chest that’s above my mouth. Never before has sex been so…satisfying. Or maybe it’s just the satisfaction of knowing this incredible man relented and agreed to try and give me what I’ve always wanted. More likely, it’s t
he optimism that comes from being certain that if anyone can do this for me, it’s Quinton.
The longer he remains quiet and unmoving on top of me, though, the more I begin to worry that he regrets his in-the-heat-of-the-moment decision and will refuse to do it again. It wasn’t really fair for me to ask this major thing of him, knowing how tough it would be for him to stop as far as we had already gone without a condom.
“You okay?” I ask him, unable to take his silence any longer.
Finally lifting his head, he says, “Give me a few minutes, and we’ll go again.” The look of sheer determination on his face makes me smile even wider.
I kiss his lips in relief before I respond.
“Thanks for the offer, but, um, fertility wise it’s best to only have sex once a day to give you time to increase your sperm count.”
Lifting a dark eyebrow, Quinton says, “So no sex again until tomorrow? That’s no fun.”
“Hey, I didn’t make the rules,” I tell him with a laugh since I wouldn’t mind another round right away. “And really, every other day is probably better, but since I’m likely ovulating now, we can try once a day for the next few days. I’ll take a test tomorrow to narrow it down.”
“So, what? You want me to just be your on-call sex stud from now on?” Quinton asks with his crooked smile. “I’m a little offended.”
“Yeah, right,” I mutter with a slap to his chest. “You’ve been trying to get in my panties since day one. Now pull out so I can lift my hips for half an hour to try and keep some of your studly swimmers up in there.”
“You talking about wanting to keep my cum in your pussy shouldn’t sound hot, should it?” he asks before crawling off of me to stand next to the sofa and pull his pajama pants back up over his swing-batter-batter cock.
“Oh, I think it’s hot,” I tell him as I shift my legs around so that they’re resting on the top of the sofa and then tilt my head to look back at Quinton again. “And I’ve never come during sex before, so kudos for that since it’s supposed to help draw the sperm in.”
