Meant To Be (The Callahans Book 4)

by Monica Murphy

  I raise my arms and let him take it off of me, so now I’m standing in front of him in just my panties. Nothing else.

  His eyes turn darker as he drinks me in. “Pretty,” he murmurs, curling his fingers into fists. Like he’s trying to restrain himself from touching me. “Go lay down on the bed.”

  I do as he asks, draping myself across my bed, lying on my stomach. I’m not necessarily wearing thong underwear, but they’re pretty cheeky and before I can say or do anything, he’s already snapping photos. “Hey.” I rise up on my elbows, glaring at him from over my shoulder. “You didn’t even warn me.”

  “I think that’s the best time to take a photo, don’t you think?” He grins and takes another one.

  I stick my tongue out at him. “What if I want to take photos of you?”

  He looks at me over his phone. “You want me to send you dick pics?”

  “No!” Why do boys always think that’s what we want to see? Maybe some girls want to but I’m more of a… “I prefer your abs.” I would say his thighs too, because they’re big and muscular and hairy and I have a not so secret thing for them.

  “Oh.” He shoves his phone in the back pocket of his jeans and whips off his T-shirt, letting it drop to the floor. “Let’s do this.”

  We mess around for at least a half hour, maybe longer. Laughing and taking stupid photos. Serious ones. He makes me roll over on my side so he can capture the way the lacy waistband of my panties stretches across my hip bone. I take a photo while I’m sitting behind him on the bed, my butt propped up on all the pillows so I’m at the perfect angle to catch his perfect abs and his jeans, which are currently unbuttoned.

  It’s all very sexy. Like foreplay.

  Once we’re done and both lying on the bed next to each other, we scroll through our photos, deleting the ones we don’t like, stashing them away in our private folder on Snapchat.

  “This is my favorite,” he says as he stops on one photo. I’m lying on the bed, my back to him, my exposed lower butt cheeks peeking out beneath the white lace. You can only see my lower back, my butt and my thighs. No one would ever know it’s actually me. I actually look pretty good. It’s an area I don’t really see. It’s not like I check out my backside every day in the mirror. “I never figured myself for an ass man, but this is...” His voice drifts.

  “It’s what?” I ask when he remains quiet.

  “It makes me want to bite you.” He points at one bared ass cheek. “Right there.”

  His voice is low. Deep. His head lifts. His gaze meets mine. Holds. Sensations swirl within me, tangling together into a knot in my stomach. Between my legs.

  I laugh like he’s joking, but deep down, I’m fascinated with the idea of him sinking his teeth into my flesh. My skin prickles, and I swear my lacy panties become damp. Oh God, maybe he could move over and push his face right between my…

  “Did I shock you silent?” he asks, sounding vaguely amused.

  I decide to change the subject a little.

  “This one is my favorite.” I stop on the photo in my camera roll. It’s of the both of us from the waist down. I’m sitting on his lap, my legs draped over his denim clad thighs, and you can see the bulge straining against his jeans. I took it from a downward angle, so again no one would have any idea it’s us if it was ever found.

  “That’s hot,” Eli agrees, his voice soft. He shifts a little closer, his knee nudging against my thigh. “This was fun, right?”

  “Lots of fun,” I say, my voice light, my gaze dropping to his bare chest. “Though I don’t understand why I’m basically naked and you’re not.”

  “You’re not basically naked.” He snaps the elastic of my panties, a little frown on his face. “Well, you kind of are.”

  “And you still have your jeans on,” I remind him.

  “I’ll take them off.” He climbs off the bed and makes quick work of his jeans, slipping out of them in seconds. His collection of wildly colorful boxer briefs is endless. Today’s are bright red with aggressive looking snakeheads all over them. Their eyes and fangs are neon yellow. Also in neon yellow are the words, “snake charmer” scattered all over them.

  “Snake charmer?” I ask when he rejoins me on the bed.

  “Hell yeah. You wanna see my snake?” He cups his erection and gives it a little shake, making me laugh. “I know I can charm your panties off.”

  “You are unbeliev—” He cuts my words off with his lips, the kiss searing hot and full of tongue. I moan when his hands slide over my breasts, his thumbs brushing against my nipples simultaneously. Sparks cascade all over my skin from his touch, lighting me up. Making me warm.

  So warm.

  The more his hands roam, the more his lips devour, the harder my heart thunders. Until it’s a roar in my ears, in my head. He is all around me, free to touch and kiss me however he wants. No one else around. This giant house all ours for the afternoon. I try my best to focus on the taste of his hot, damp lips. The ache that grows with every stroke of his tongue. He breaks our kiss to slide his mouth down the length of my neck. Pressing sweet, gentle kisses on my skin. Making me shiver.

  He licks me and I gasp. I feel him smile against my throat as his lips continue their journey. Along my collarbone. Down my chest. Across my breasts. My breaths grow heavier, and I crack my eyes open to watch my chest rise and fall faster and faster. Eli glances up, our gazes connecting, and heat floods me when he draws my nipple into his mouth.

  I close my eyes on a whimper, barely able to stand it. I’m ruined. Ruined for anyone else. His fingers continue the journey his lips started. Gliding across my stomach, his featherlight touch making me shiver. Those same fingers tease at the waistband of my panties and I hold my breath, dying for him to touch me there.

  He doesn’t disappoint. His fingers brush across the fabric. Press there. Testing me. My entire body is tense, waiting for the moment he touches me where I want him to. His thumb drifts back and forth. Back and forth. Without thought I lift my hips, encouraging him. Wanting more. Needing more. Harder. Faster. All of it.

  Eli withdraws before I start to beg and my eyes flash open. I can feel the glower on my face, but he ignores me.

  “Let’s take these off,” he whispers, just before he shifts down and starts tugging on the thin fabric of my panties.

  With his teeth.

  His mouth teases and torments. Absolute, utter torture. Teeth scrape my flesh, gentle yet sharp. His tongue sneaks out for a long, dirty lick and I spread my legs farther, wanting more of that.

  Again, he’s a tease. He gives up his original intent and lifts up, resting on his knees between my spread thighs with a frown on his handsome face.

  “Can’t take them off if you’ve got your legs spread like that.” He runs two fingers along my slit, over the miniscule panties, and frustration nearly chokes me.

  I swing my leg over, nearly kicking him in the face, I’m so impatient. I make quick work of removing my panties before I reposition myself. My thighs spread. Eli still kneeling on the bed between them.

  His eyes go wide as he stares at the very center of me, his teeth catching his bottom lip for only a moment before he lets it go and breathes out a long, shaky breath.

  “Fuck,” he whispers reverently. “I missed your pussy so damn much.”

  “Eli,” I say, chastising and encouraging him at the same time. He wants me. He’s not scared to say it. Not scared to let all those raw, honest feelings fly out of his mouth.

  “You like it when I talk like that,” he says, his voice smug. He lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine. “Bet you got wetter when I said it.”

  I don’t look away when I whisper, “Why don’t you touch me and find out?”

  Fourteen

  Eli

  Oooh, look at this girl. Getting all daring and shit. With her legs spread before me like she’s offering herself up so I can do whatever I want to her.

  And I want to do everything to her. My feelings for her are all-consuming. They make me fee
l desperate.

  Even a little shaky.

  I can’t fuck this up. I can’t.

  She raises a brow. Her cheeks are flushed and I’m pretty sure there are little dots of sweat along her hairline. I let my gaze drift down the length of her, noting that same rosy flush all over her skin. She always turns rosy when we mess around. I like it.

  “Let me check,” I say conversationally, like we’re talking about the weather versus me slipping my fingers inside her. I touch her there, my fingers encountering nothing but wet, slick heat and I stroke her once. Twice. Brush my thumb across her clit.

  She sucks in a breath. Her thighs are trembling. Her entire body is shaking. There are all sorts of ways I could take this. I could go down on her. I could finger her straight into O-Land. I could keep the snake charmer boxer briefs on and grind against her until she falls apart.

  Really? I just want to fuck her. We’ve only done it once. It was great but we have the potential to be even better.

  I keep stroking her, my gaze never straying from her pretty face. She closes her eyes, her lips parted and her head tilted back, exposing the long line of her throat. Her nipples are hard, her pussy is glistening and I can’t stop touching her, the juicy sounds fucking torture to my ears.

  Torture because I’m dying to get inside her.

  “I can’t wait any longer,” I tell her, abruptly pulling my hand away from her and leaping to my feet. I yank my boxers off and grab my jeans, pulling out my wallet and fishing the condom from within.

  Ava rises up on her elbows, her eyes hazy as she watches me. “What are you doing?”

  “This.” I roll the condom on and she watches me, her lips parted in fascination.

  I am all about the visual. I put on a show, and I want a show in return. I want to see Ava. It’s all part of the fantasy. Why do all this with closed curtains and no lights? Let’s look at each other and enjoy it. I think my girl is the same way. She’s currently watching me like a starving woman and my dick is a giant pepperoni pizza.

  Rejoining her on the bed, I’m about to climb on top of her when she rests her hand on my shoulder, stopping me. “Can I be on top?”

  Like I’m going to tell her no. “You want to ride me?”

  She blushes. Nods. “Yeah. I think so. I might mess up. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

  Her worry makes my heart fucking sing. “You can’t mess this up.”

  The uncertainty in her gaze is obvious. “I totally could. Just—be patient with me.”

  I could be honest and tell her no girl has done that before with me, but I keep my mouth shut. I prefer to act like the one with all the experience. “Let’s go, cowgirl.”

  A laugh escapes her as we rearrange ourselves so now I’m the one lying in the middle of the bed and she carefully climbs on top of me. She rests her hands lightly on my chest, her hips pressed against mine, my condom-wrapped dick nudging against her perfect ass. He’s eager to get inside and I tell myself to take my time. I don’t want to blow it.

  It would be so easy to blow it. As in, blow my wad. I’m that amped up to get inside her.

  And she’s so damn fine, sitting on me like this. Her hair is a mess, her nipples are hard and she’s got her arms pressed against her tits, making them look bigger. She does this thing with her hips, her wet pussy making contact with my skin and I rest my hands on her hips, stilling her.

  “Come here,” I rasp.

  She leans down and I tangle my fingers in her hair when her mouth settles on mine. The kiss is greedy. All tongues and teeth and eager lips. I reach down between us, grabbing my cock and shifting so I can push inside her. She rises up, I position myself, and slowly, she lowers herself on my dick. I watch, my gaze glued to where our bodies are connected, a groan tearing from my throat when she finally takes me all the way in.

  There is no more talking. I can barely form words, I’m so damn fascinated with this girl who’s riding me like an expert. Like she’s done this dozens of times. Maybe I don’t know any better. Maybe it’s just that good because the girl I love, the girl I’m completely fascinated with, is fucking me like she never wants to be with anyone else.

  Just me.

  She’s a natural, squeezing her inner walls around my cock every single time she shifts down, and it feels good enough to make my eyes cross. I’m going to come too soon if I don’t calm down. I try to think of other things. What if her brother was in the next room over? Such an asshole. Hate that guy. Wouldn’t it be great if he could hear me give it to his sister? Wouldn’t it burn his ass?

  Yeah, that train of thought didn’t work. Now I’m even hotter. Even closer to the edge.

  Blindly reaching out, I grab hold of Ava’s hips, keeping her still. She stops moving, her brows lowered as she studies me, confusion written all over her pretty flushed face. “Wh-what’s wrong?” She’s panting. Out of breath. Her entire body is slicked with a fine sheen of sweat.

  So is mine.

  “Nothing.” I swallow hard, hating that I have to admit I’m close to losing control. “Let’s just—slow down.”

  “But it feels so good.” She rocks against me. Slow and easy, a little moan falling from her lips and damn it, she’s not helping.

  I give up. Give in. Let her use me. Closing my eyes, I loosen my grip on her hips and she starts moving once more, falling forward with her hands on my shoulders and her face in mine. I open my eyes to find her right there, her mouth open, her eyes unfocused. A choked breath escapes her and I can tell.

  She’s close.

  Holding her in place, I start giving it to her. Sliding in and out of her at a rapid pace. Her eyes fall shut. She leans her head back. I can’t stop staring at her as I grip her ass. She moves with me, and unable to stop myself, I slide my other hand down, feeling where our bodies are connected, overwhelmed with the sensation. I then shift my fingers up, touching her clit, circling it and she gasps.

  “Oh God.”

  Within seconds, I send her straight over the edge. She’s coming, her inner walls milking me, squeezing in this rhythmic motion that wrings my orgasm right out of me. I groan her name, my entire body shuddering and when it’s all over, we collapse, lying side by side, in a heap of sticky, sweaty limbs all tangled up in each other.

  “Dang,” she whispers once she’s caught her breath.

  I laugh. “I made you say wow once. Now it’s dang?”

  “Mmm, yes.” She squirms against me, her hands sinking into my hair as she cracks open her eyes and smiles. “That was amazing.”

  “Hold that thought,” I tell her, thrusting my finger in her face before I climb out of bed and run into her bathroom, disposing the condom in the trash—wrapped it in toilet paper first, so hopefully, no one finds it—before I dash back into her bedroom and practically fly onto the bed. “What made it so amazing?”

  Yes, I want a play by play on the action from her point of view. I can’t help it.

  She’s laughing as she stretches, her naked body rubbing against mine and making me realize I could be down for a round two if she’s up for it. “I have no idea what you were thinking, but being on top was just as good as I imagined. It was like I had complete control over the situation and I felt so—full of you.”

  Ava ducks her head against my chest, hiding her face. I skim my hand over her back, drawing lazy circles on her bare skin.

  “Sometimes, you’re shy and other times, you act like this.” I streak my fingers across her flat belly when she rolls over on her back. “I like it.”

  “You like me like this?” She smiles up at me.

  “Naked after we just fucked? Hell yes, I do.” I lean down and drop a kiss on her lips. Rest my hand on her tit. Give it a squeeze. Toy with her nipple.

  “Do you always have to be so crude?” she asks, her voice soft.

  “Want me to call it making love?” I raise my brows.

  She makes a face. “Ew, no. I prefer to say we’re having sex.”

  “And I prefer to say we fucked.” I drif
t my fingers back and forth across her stomach, like I’m trying to put her in a trance. From the dreamy way she’s looking at me, I think it’s working. “It doesn’t change how I feel about you, Ava.”

  “And how do you feel about me?”

  I dip my head, my mouth hovering above hers. “I’m in love with you.” I kiss her. “I love you.” Another kiss. “I want to fuck you again.”

  “Really?” She sounds so hopeful.

  “Really about me loving you? Or about us fucking again?” My hand goes lower. Touches her between her thighs. She’s wet and sticky. Her thighs part. A sigh falls from her lips.

  “Both. I just—” She hesitates for only a moment. “I thought I lost you, and I was so devastated. I still can’t believe that you’re here. In my room. Right now.”

  “I’m here. It’s real. This is happening.” I remove my hand from her pussy and set my fingers on her lips. “Taste.”

  Ava sucks my fingers between her lips, and I can’t help but groan. This girl is so fucking sexy, I just can’t. Always eager to do whatever I want, whenever I want her.

  I am the luckiest motherfucker I know.

  After I went to my car and grabbed a couple more condoms, we did it one more time and then Ava said we had to get ready to leave. It was close to four and we needed to make it to the tailgate party on time. I took a quick shower and tried to get her to come in it with me, but she refused. Then she took a quick shower, straightened her hair in less than five minutes and we put back on our game night clothes.

  “That T-shirt should be outlawed,” I tell her as I shake my head. Her stomach on full display for all the Bulldogs' fans to see? No thanks.

  She laughs. “You sound like my dad.”

  I scowl at her. There’s no reply for that. Sounding like her dad isn’t high on my list of things I want, that’s for damn sure.