Making a Play

by Victoria Denault

  There is something very wrong, yet very accurate, about that statement. A hundred things run through my head—blow jobs and hand jobs being at the top of the list. And as I think about Callie doing those things, I feel my shorts getting tight. I have always thought she was hot as hell.

  “I’m sorry, Callie,” I say and I mean it. “I don’t think you’re a whore at all. I just… You’re wild. And I guess I just don’t want you to get hurt or anything.”

  She stares at me now with a confused look and I lean forward and grab her hand as if to prove how sincere I am. “You worry about me?”

  “Yeah. Of course,” I reply and tug on her hand. She slips off the engine casing and stands in front of me once again. It’s weird to have her looming above me so I stand up too.

  “See, the cool part about being wild, as you call it,” Callie says, tilting her head to look up at me, “is that I never get all emotional over some stupid guy, so I don’t get hurt.”

  “How do you not get emotional? How do you not fall for someone?” I can’t help but ask because every girl I’ve hooked up with I’ve dated. I don’t just screw for the sake of screwing. It’s never been something I’ve tried.

  “Just never go for the ones you know you could really like,” she explains with a small smile.

  “So you hook up with people you hate?”

  She laughs and squeezes my hand, which I just realize is still holding hers. I also realize it feels good. “No, you don’t hate them, dumbass. You’re just in lust with them instead of in like with them.”

  I don’t know if I get it. It seems ridiculous. My face must reflect my confusion because she continues to try to explain it. “Devin, have you ever seen a girl and just thought, man, she’s fucking hot?”

  I nod. “Yeah.”

  “Who?”

  I think about it. There’s obviously been more than one hot girl I’ve admired in my life so I’m trying to narrow it down. And then I decide to do something really dumb and also very honest. “You.”

  She blinks and her mouth drops open the slightest bit. She turns her hand around in mine so now we’re full-on holding hands. “So have there been times when you just thought, man, I would love to bang Callie?”

  Holy fuckballs, she did not just say that!

  “Callie…”

  “No, seriously,” she insists without any embarrassment visible on her pretty face. “Hypothetically. Have I ever come over in, like, a short dress, or a tight pair of jeans, and you’ve just wanted to give it to me, hard?”

  I swallow but there’s barely any saliva in my mouth suddenly. I use my free hand—the one she isn’t holding—to take back the remainder of my beer and finish it off in one gulp.

  “Yeah. Of course.” There. I finally answered. She smiles.

  “So if you were like me, Devin, you just go for it. You just do it,” she explains like she’s giving me the recipe for a peanut butter sandwich or something equally mind-numbingly simple.

  “Just… have sex with you?” I never blush—ever—but I’m blushing now.

  She giggles. “Well, I’d start with something simple, like a kiss.”

  It takes me about thirty seconds to absorb what she said and then realize that I should act on her words. Or rather, enact them. I bend my head and kiss her. I’ve thought about doing it on and off for years. Callie was gorgeous and sexy and wild—everything I wasn’t. Not the type of person I ever thought would be attracted to me, but the kind I’d always sort of secretly wanted to attract. Still, I knew we had nothing in common and that she didn’t want anything I wanted in life, so pursuing something seemed futile.

  But now that I’m kissing her… I can’t believe how fucking hot it is. Within seconds of our lips connecting the kiss intensifies. She slides her tongue out to tease my bottom lip. I open my mouth and her tongue finds mine and I grab the back of her head, tangling my long fingers in her silky hair.

  “Fuck,” she gasps when we finally pull apart.

  “Yeah,” I breathe back and kiss her again.

  This time she moves her hands down my chest to the front of my shorts and I know she can feel my dick hardening. Instead of giving in to embarrassment I put a hand on her ass and push her into me. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, but I don’t want to stop doing it.

  “Who’s the whore now?” she whispers against my ear before she kisses the sensitive spot right under it.

  “You asked for it,” I remind her, biting her earlobe gently.

  She shudders and pushes me down into the seat of the tractor. Before I can do anything, she’s straddling me and kissing me blind again. My hard-on is at full mast now and aching.

  Callie holds my face in her hands and grinds herself against my crotch. My hands grip her thighs as I fight the urge to come in my pants. Her sundress is bunched up around the top of her thighs. My fingers slide under it and I feel the elastic edge of her panties.

  Her tongue dances with mine. I feel disoriented. I don’t know how we got here. What the fuck am I doing? A few minutes ago—or was it seconds ago?—I was thinking about wanting a wife and a family and Callie was ready to jump Owen. And now we’re making out and dry-humping each other on my dad’s farming equipment.

  I may be disoriented and confused, but I am also horny and needy. Callie Caplan may not be wife material but she is fantasy material and I had fantasized about her, a lot. So I don’t stop her as she undoes the button and zipper on my shorts and slides her hand inside.

  “Holy fuck, Devin, you’re big,” she murmurs in shock, and I fight a smile.

  I kiss her hard again and slip my tongue back into her mouth. My hands slide up her taut little body and cup her breasts through the top of her dress. I’m never this forward. Never. But then again, I’ve also never slept with a girl I wasn’t dating either. This was a whole different world on every level. She pulls my cock right out of my underwear, shocking me. Her hand wraps around the base and she rubs me—long, firm, perfect strokes.

  I wish I were the type of NHL player she talked about earlier. Then I would have had way more experience with girls’ hands on my dick and I wouldn’t be so close to blowing a load right now. Fuck.

  “Is this what you do, Callie?” I ask softly, kissing a trail down her neck. “You like to jerk a guy off?”

  “Yes,” she replies breathily as I fondle her breasts. “You like getting jerked off, Devin?”

  “Yeah…”

  “You like sex more, though, don’t you?” She breathes against my ear as her hand continues to pump me. “You like to fuck?”

  “Yeah,” I all but grunt at her. Holy fuck, this is as close as I’ve come to dirty talk in my entire life and it’s making me hot and crazy.

  “If you had a condom, Devin, I would let you fuck me,” she promises as her hand trails up my dick and her thumb glides over the tip.

  “Back pocket.”

  She freezes. Her hand stops moving. Her lips stop kissing. Her voice stops speaking. I open my eyes and she’s looking at me. It’s hard to focus and gauge her reaction because she’s so close.

  “I have a condom in my back pocket,” I repeat quietly. I always carry one—ever since high school. Because as much as I wanted a serious relationship and a family, I didn’t want one accidentally.

  I pull back and can finally focus on her face; I think I may see panic or even fear in it. I can’t be sure because I’ve never seen those emotions before on Callie. Before I can figure it out, or decide what to do next, she’s in control again. She pulls herself off me. Now I’m just sitting there, the cool air swirling around my exposed dick, and she’s staring down at me with her big, chocolate brown eyes.

  “Take it out,” she tells me softly.

  “It’s okay if you don’t… there’s a bunch of people just outside and…”

  “Take it out,” she repeats firmly as her hands drift under the hem of her tiny sundress.

  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 for dominance. 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 says and 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 a big deal!” Jordan argues and I give him a hard, pointed stare.

  “Unlike you, Jordan, I’m not going to cause her 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, who I don’t ever remember meeting before, even though Silver Bay’s so small I must have.

  We walk over to the picnic table filled with food. I watch them fill their plates and 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

  Callie

  “Where did you go?” Rose asks me when I walk into the living room where she and Luc and some of Devin’s cousins are playing video games. I open my mouth and then close it. I can’t tell my little sister—in front of Luc and all these people—that I was just in the barn fornicating with the reason for today’s shindig.

  “I was wandering around.” I shrug simply and sit down beside Rose on the wide ottoman.

  I pretend to be completely absorbed in Luc’s character in the video game as it shoots its way through the levels against some pudgy, sunburned Garrison cousin I haven’t officially met yet. My eyes are glued to the TV screen but all I’m really seeing are the images in my mind of what just happened in the barn. Devin’s lips on mine, his hands on me, his huge dick—inside me.

  “Are you feeling okay?” Rosie asks, suddenly pulling me from those glorious visions. She raises a hand to my forehead. “You look flushed, like you have a fever.”

  I realize I’ve been blushing. I smile self-consciously and swat her hand away lightly. “I’m fine. I’m going to get food.”

  “Bring me back some!” Rose calls out because she’s clearly not willing to leave Luc’s side. I have a feeling she’s starting to develop a little crush on him. I’m totally going to have to talk her out of that later. I can’t believe watching Jessie fall apart wasn’t reason enough to deter her feelings for one of these idiot hockey players.

  Outside, the first thing I notice is Devin, standing by the big oak tree, with Kayleigh and Ashleigh Ratford hanging all over him. He notices me watching them and his face ripples with guilt for a second.

  Oh no, I think as dread fills me. I don’t want him to feel like that! I look away and walk swiftly to the food table. As I fill two plates—one for me and one for Rosie—I feel him come up behind me.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah. I’m great,” I say firmly. “And look at you with the Ratford babes all over you. Way to go!”

  “They weren’t all over me,” he argues quietly.

  “Dude, they both want you. I can tell,” I say confidently and give him a smile before turning back to the food.

  “Callie… listen… I…”

  I interrupt him before he can continue. “Devin. It was fun. I’m glad we messed around, but that’s all it was—messing around. I don’t want anything from you.”

  I glance at him. He’s standing there blinking his big hazel eyes at me. He’s clearly confused but I can also see relief there.

  “I’m not Jessie. I’m not going to get all heartbroken or anything,” I reconfirm and pat his chest with my free hand. “I don’t want what she wants—to have a Garrison fall in love with me. I don’t want anyone to fall in love with me. I just want to get Rosie through school and get the fuck out of this town. That’s it.”

  “I just don’t… I don’t do things like that with anyone,” he says, explaining what I already know. “I just want you to know I didn’t… I don’t regret
it but I…”

  “Enough,” I say, raising a hand to get him to stop talking. “It was fun and fucking hot. Let’s just leave it at that. I don’t want what you want, Devin, but there are a ton of other girls who do and two of them are standing over there. Go show them what a great dick you have.”

  He blushes at that. It makes me feel victorious. I love making boys blush. It means you’ve taken away their control.

  “You’re something special, Callie.” He bends down and kisses my cheek lightly. It makes me feel warm, and just before he walks away I grab his hand and give it a quick squeeze.

  “If you ever stop wanting one of those silly, suffocating relationship deals, call me and we’ll finish what we started.”

  He laughs and nods. “Deal.”

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  Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Welcome

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  Prologue: Luc

  Chapter 1: Rose

  Chapter 2: Luc

  Chapter 3: Rose

  Chapter 4: Rose

  Chapter 5: Luc

  Chapter 6: Rose

  Chapter 7: Luc

  Chapter 8: Rose

  Chapter 9: Luc

  Chapter 10: Luc

  Chapter 11: Rose

  Chapter 12: Luc

  Chapter 13: Rose

  Chapter 14: Rose

  Chapter 15: Luc

  Chapter 16: Rose

  Chapter 17: Luc

  Chapter 18: Rose

  Chapter 19: Luc

  Chapter 20: Rose

  Chapter 21: Rose

  Chapter 22: Luc

  Chapter 23: Rose

  Chapter 24: Rose