Callie Healy

by Jennifer Foor

  I give her some help with removing everything below the waist, then tend to her predicament of being clothed. Callie helps lift the shirt from my head, then I do the same for her. When she’s completely naked we switch positions. Before she’s able to dive down between my legs, exactly where I want her to be, I feel it necessary to make one rule. “When I wake up tomorrow, I expect you to still be in bed next to me. I know you think I’m an asshole, but I’m decent enough to provide you with breakfast, which will happen to taste amazing.”

  “If I stay the night it becomes more than casual sex.”

  I roll my eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding me. We fuck, but we can’t share a meal?”

  “I wouldn’t expect you to go out of your way to impress me. We have an arrangement.”

  “Fine, if you choose to be stubborn let’s raise the stakes in this so called arrangement.”

  Her brow raises and her fingertips tickle their way down my chest. “What could you possible want now?”

  “Never mind. I’ll take whatever I can get.”

  I want to ask her to see me again, but refuse to give her the benefit of knowing she’s under my skin. For now I’ll take the sex and remain quiet. If I’ve learned anything about women it’s not to push their buttons.

  Chapter 12

  Callie

  Life would be a whole lot simpler if we never had to make decisions. For me, I probably wouldn’t be straddling Cob, preparing to ride him until my legs give in. I’d prefer doing the right thing for once, though I always seem to end up in this position. The thing is, I simply can’t get enough of this man.

  I wanted to hate him, especially when I’ve been told he fools around. Maybe it’s true. Maybe he’s terrible, though the more time we spend together I’m becoming blinded by desire I can’t ignore.

  His touch is my weakness, which always seems to find me at my loneliest place. I want to resist. I know it’s the right thing to do. As his hands run up over my breasts I close my eyes and try to imagine never feeling this way again.

  To avoid looking at him directly, I lean forward and kiss him, giving him exactly what he needs to make this even harder to deny. Our chemistry is electric, like fuel to an already burning fire. My attraction to him is dangerous. I’ve been this consumed by a man before and it got me nothing but heartache. I didn’t move to Kentucky to strike up a sexual relationship with a previous one-night-stand, but that’s exactly what’s happening.

  With the swipe of his tongue, every brush from his lips, and each mapped out trail with his fingers, I’m lost in a pool of delight. I crave this type of interaction, even when I know this is as far as it can ever go. This man could never want anything more from me. I have nothing to offer. Besides, he can’t be tied down to one place for long. His career prevents him from setting roots.

  Maybe it’s a good thing. Perhaps knowing he’s not datable makes this all a bit easier to accept.

  At any rate, I’m losing my grip on right and wrong, being selfish and taking what’s being offered, because I know how good it is.

  My pussy pulsates as it rocks over his erect cock. I’m ready for him to be inside of me, especially since it’s the only way to be around him without having a normal conversation. His hands cling to my hips as I move back and forth, taunting him until little groans escape him, signaling his need for me.

  “You want this?” I request.

  “Yes,” he whimpers. “Quit teasing me.”

  “Protection?”

  He leans over the bed without knocking me off of him, and digs into his wallet, pulling out a familiar wrapper. I watch him using his bright white teeth to rip it open and then roll it on his stiff dick. He jerks me forward until he’s ready to enter. I gasp when I feel him teasing my opening, and let out a shriek as he unexpectedly lifts my pussy to his face. I’m sitting there, peering down watching as he tongues my clit before dredging deep in between my folds.

  My hands find my breasts and I pinch at both nipples, biting down on my lower lip while waves of pleasure strike me at my core. The muscles in my ass begin to spasm, while the rest of me falls victim to my own carnal desires. An orgasm rips through me, halting all sense of time. I lose myself for a few seconds, but before I’m able to fully come down from my high he’s shoving my body back the way it was, me straddling him. He enters with ease, using my natural lubrication to glide right in. I immediately begin to work up a rhythm, as if a harmonic tune is playing against my ear. He watches as I reach between my legs and circle my clit with two fingers, while his fully engorged cock fills my tight walls. We go at it until my legs feel like they’re going to fall off. Cob takes over, flipping me off in order to position himself behind me. He takes me doggy style, while wrapping his one hand over to tease my sensitive bud. I’m having another bout of euphoria, trying to keep my movements from affecting his pace.

  When Cob knows I need to rest, he pulls out of me, waiting until I’m flat on my back. When he slides in this time it’s different. His eyes are fixed on mine, and the mood becomes intense. It’s like we’re on the same level and I don’t want it to end. I cling to his back when I feel him tightening. He’s frozen for a few moments, then finally collapses at my side.

  Out of breath, Cob plays with strands of my hair while I lay there hopelessly happy.

  Casual sex is supposed to be just that – casual. It ends and the two people move on with life. It’s friendly and fun. Being with Cob doesn’t seem so simple. He laces his fingers with mine and closes his eyes. For a while I watch him resting. At one point, when I get up to locate the bathroom, I stand and stare at a distance. On the outside he’s everything I’d be attracted to. It’s the stranger inside who frightens me, not to mention his inability to stay in one place.

  I don’t join him back in the bed until his head lifts and I see him searching the room for me. He laughs to himself. “I thought you left again. I was beginning to think you were incapable of dealing with what comes after sex.”

  I saunter over and place one knee on the bed before totally climbing back onto the mattress. “I told you I’d stay. What difference does it make? What do you think comes afterwards?” I ask.

  He pulls me close. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

  “Try me,” I turn to look at him in the dim lit space.

  “I’ve traveled all over the place for work, but it gets lonely. This house isn’t exactly my kind of retreat. It’s quiet, but almost too quiet. I’d prefer to spend my time in the company of a beautiful woman.”

  “I’d imagine you could pick up a different one every night if that’s what you want.”

  He shakes his head. “Yeah, maybe, but it doesn’t fill the void. Most women nowadays are eager to hook up. I’ve been okay with it in the past, but everything has it’s limits. I’m tired of the bullshit.”

  “Okay, so you do want me to stay, or should I leave? You’re kind of all over the place.”

  His chuckle tells me I’m as confused as I think. “You’re familiar. It was nice to see your face in the crowd tonight. I didn’t know if we’d end up here, but I hoped. Look, I get that you don’t like me. I just want you to hear me say I enjoyed your company. You can still hate me. My reputation isn’t the best with women. I’m sure your friend in Pennsylvania has told you stories, if you’ve been curious enough to ask.”

  I rest my body close to his, sort of shocking him. His arm comes around me and we kiss softly. “I enjoyed you as well, but the truth is that we don’t know each other. You’re right. I’ve heard stuff about you that I dislike. You’ve told me things I disapprove of, but it was my choice to accompany you.”

  His confession give me chills. “I want you to stay.”

  “And when tomorrow comes do we say goodbye and go about our lives? Do we pretend this never happened, much like the first time?”

  “I’m not sure about what you did, but I won’t ever forget. It’s not every day I’m given the opportunity to have unadulterated sex with someone who wants to rip out
my throat.”

  “It was never that extreme. I may have wanted your dick to get cut off for a little while, but you changed my mind pretty quickly on that matter. Look, I’m fine if this is just sex. I’m not going to freak out like some crazy person if you don’t ever want to see me again.”

  “What about you? Would you want this to happen again?” He asks.

  I’m pretty confident when it comes to this question. I know we enjoy each other, so it can’t hurt to be honest about it as well. The truth is, I’m unsure. This is a terrible idea. I don’t have someone I can call who will tell me this is a fantastic decision, because it’s exactly the opposite. “I’m not sure what I want. Don’t get me wrong, I’m having a great time. It’s nice to feel wanted, but I can’t let my guard down. I may need some time to be able to answer that.”

  He shrugs, and takes my hand lifting it to his lips. “I guess we can talk about it tomorrow.”

  It’s enough for tonight. He’s not going to push, because I still don’t exactly know how I feel about this situation. Sure, I think he’s sexy and great in the sack, but I’m too familiar with men like him.

  Nonetheless, there’s something that keeps me intrigued. Maybe he’s more than just a pretty face, and I won’t know unless I stay to find out. Okay, truth be told I know how I feel, but I’m in denial, big time.

  I smile as my lips drag over his once more. “I’ll stay, but only if there will be perks.”

  “Perks, like taking a hot bath in a tub with handicapped bars on the side? That’s a sexy perk, right?”

  We both laugh. “A shower would be nice instead, but for now I’m pretty comfortable right here, if it’s okay with you.”

  This is the problem when you sleep with a stranger. I still have to learn what he likes and dislikes. I think he has a sense of humor, but it will take me a while before I can determine what’s real and what’s a façade to get me into bed. Whatever the case, his charm is working. Maybe I’m doomed to fail with the opposite sex. It’s possible this will set me back further than I already am. But there could also be a chance this guy could help me. I’m interested enough to want to stay. What can it hurt?

  Chapter 13

  Callie

  The birds are singing from outside the window, causing me to open my eyes in the bright room and familiarize with my surroundings. I can hear the sound of someone breathing behind me and turn to notice Cob is still sound asleep, naked, and sprawled out on the bed revealing every quality I can’t get enough of. He stirs after a few seconds and sees me awkwardly staring at him. His strong arm latches over my legs while he speaks in a groggy voice. “Look at this. You’re still here. I’m shocked.”

  I manage a fake smile. He obviously thought I’d leave sometime in the night like I did before. “Yep, still here, just like you asked.”

  “What would you like for breakfast?”

  The mention of it makes my stomach growl. “What do you have? I’m fine with a coffee.”

  He smirks. “Woman, I’m about to impress you. You better not be one of those vegetarians.”

  “I eat meat.”

  Cob sits up and chuckles. “I could say something smart right now, but I’ll refrain on account of proving that I have manners.” His ornery grin causes me to smile.

  “All right. I have to warn you though, breakfast is the most important meal. I expect to be impressed.”

  With no regard for his current state, Cob slides off the bed and heads toward the bathroom. He keeps the door open as he relieves himself and talks simultaneously. “Don’t worry. I have a pretty good idea of how this will play out. First you’ll smell the delightful aroma, then I’ll give a taste. Once you have that bite in your mouth you’ll crave more, and I’ll happily feed you until you’ve had your fill.”

  He comes back out of the room as I respond.

  “Are we still speaking of food?” I’m finding it difficult not to focus on his semi erect cock. It’s like he’s proud of it. “You sure are comfortable in your own skin.”

  “You should be too. You’re gorgeous.” He kisses me chastely before exiting the room, leaving me to stew on his latest compliment.

  “Who is this man?” I say to myself.

  While I watch him put on a pair of comfortable shorts, I try to recall the last time I was in this position with a man. I'm afraid I've been so hung up on Wesley Parrish that I've let every prospective guy slip through the cracks. I've been hit on plenty of times, but always found some reason why I shouldn't give the man a shot.

  Then there's Cob.

  When we met I immediately hated him. Everything about him signaled trouble for me. The night I showed up at the Pennsylvania house to find him there alone left me vulnerable. I did things I would have normally frowned upon with the type of guy he was.

  Now I'm wondering if this is the same man. I'd be naive to let my guard down so soon, but kick myself for not admitting how much fun I have in his bed.

  Cob walks over and kisses me on the forehead. "You're welcome to take a shower while I cook. There's some fancy shampoo from the previous owner. Help yourself."

  "She didn't leave an extra package of toothbrushes did she?"

  A half smile forms across his lips. "She was an old lady. There could be all sorts of treasures in this house if you search hard enough. Give it a go. She told me to treat the place like its my own. Her name is Mildred by the way. Mildred Sinclair."

  "What about you?" I ask. "Do I get to know your full name?"

  He laughs while grinning. "Sorry. I thought girls gabbed about everything. I just assumed my sister would have told you or maybe Lys."

  "Sorry. I never asked." I admit.

  He seems surprised, as if he thought I'd press the girls for details. Honestly, after the fair warning I never wanted to discuss him again with them.

  "Monroe. Jacob Monroe."

  I extend my hand. "Callie Healy."

  When our hands connect I experience that same electric rush as before. I can't be positive, but I believe it's the same for Cob.

  "Now that we've gotten that out of the way, I'm going to the kitchen. Good luck on your toothbrush hunt. Need be you can always use mine, being that my mouth has been all over you."

  "And plenty of other women," I add.

  He peeks back into the room after exiting. "None here, Callie."

  I raise my left brow. "Did you arrive yesterday?"

  "Nope."

  He disappears without being able to answer anymore of my inquiries regarding his personal endeavors.

  Lucky for me, I find a toothbrush in the medicine cabinet. The shampoo in the shower expired two years ago, but I choose to use it regardless of the package date. It's just soap, and thankfully smells fantastic. I look on the bottom of the bottle and find the salon's name. Hopefully they still sell it, and might also be looking to hire a new beautician.

  After making sure I'm nice and clean, I step out from the shower and get a whiff of something delightful.

  I pull out the first t-shirt that’s hanging out of his suit case and throw it over my body. Then I head into the living room where I left my purse. My phone still has a little battery left, so I check my messages first.

  Addy is concerned. She’s text me three times. Christian once. Aunt Van invited me to breakfast, which I’m kind of sad I won’t be able to attend. She makes the best food I’ve ever eaten.

  When my phone flashes that the battery is even lower, I know I only have a few moments left to use it, before needing to ask for a charger. I shoot Lys a message.

  Tell me everything you know about Jacob Monroe. – C

  I’m surprised to get a text back.

  Why? Did you give him your number that time you visited? Did he find you on social media? – L

  I forgot I haven’t told her we slept together. Now I doubt Cob told her about my unannounced visit.

  Just tell me what you know. – C

  I don’t know much about him. He’s not my type. His sister says he’s a manwhore. She
said he can’t make his mind up about anything. He has a good job. He even owns the house we rent. I know he asked about you after that time you visited. I didn’t tell you because I thought it would be a bad idea. – L

  He asked about me. I’m sort of shocked, but in a way I feel giddy. Like a school girl, I’m excited to know he was interested.

  What did he ask? – C

  He asked if you just broke up with someone. He said you were too hot to be single. He asked me if I thought he had a chance with hooking up with you. I told him hell no. – L

  I’m laughing to myself as I read it. She has no clue we’ve hooked up on two different occasions, but now a lot more makes sense about the night I showed up in Pennsylvania. Now I need to know more from the source.

  Making my way to the kitchen isn’t difficult with such a wonderful aroma resonating. I find Cob shirtless standing over the stove. He’s flipping what I think is a pancake, and I immediately get excited since they’re one of my favorites. “I have to say, you look pretty damn sexy from the back.”

  He turns and offers a sly grin. “I can say the same for you. Especially without clothes.”

  I lean against the counter beside him and become startled when he sits down the spatula to fence me in between his strong arms. He leans forward and kisses me. As he pulls away I speak, while his eyes are still peering into mine. “Glad I found a toothbrush.”

  “I would have kissed you anyway.”

  “Who are you and what have done with the asshole I first met?”

  “When we first met I’d had a shitty day. The second time was even worse.”

  “Speaking of the second time,” I say when he gets back breakfast. “You planned on having a guest over, but you sent her away. Was it because I was there?”

  I hear an air-filled laugh escape him. “What if I said it was? Does it change your opinion of me?”

  “Did you ask Lys about me?”

  He’s not looking at me when he says it. “Maybe.”