Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Just last night, there was a note on her apartment door when I arrived that said simply: I’m in the bedroom.
What I found in there about had me exploding in my pants.
Let’s just say that Calliope, naked in the middle of her bed, pleasuring herself with a vibrator had me seeing stars. I just stood there, transfixed as she brought herself closer and closer to orgasm. While her eyes were closed as she rolled and gyrated on the bed, that little pink toy between her legs, she knew I was there the entire time. She put on a show for me that drove me fucking nuts, and before I knew it, I was on her.
The toy was flung aside, and my mouth was pressed to her pussy, lapping and sucking at her until she exploded against me with her hands fisted tightly in my hair so she could grind against my face. It was fucking erotic as hell, and when she came down from her high, she looked at me with amazement. “You’ve learned a few things too over the years.”
Fuck if that didn’t rub me raw, too. The fact that we didn’t learn the pleasures of oral sex together.
“So, Rafe,” Mateo says as he picks up his glass of wine and takes a sip. “How does it feel to be playing for the Cold Fury now?”
“Honestly,” I tell him with an easy smile, “it wasn’t a hard adjustment. All the guys on the team are great, and it’s been a seamless transition.”
“You played well in your first games,” he compliments me.
“He should be on the first line,” my dad grumbles, and even though that’s not exactly true, it fills me with a rush of love that my dad has become my most fervent fan. I know he feels like he’s making up for lost time, and I need to let him know how much his words mean to me. But that’s a conversation for later while in private.
Mateo and my dad start talking about the playoffs, while Danielle and my mom discuss planting their spring flowers. They’re both passionate about gardening.
Picking up my wineglass, I sneak a glance across the table at Calliope, who sits directly opposite me beside my mom. Her return look is transparent and makes my blood heat. She’s counting down the minutes until dinner is over, and she and I can be alone together.
“Are you and Calliope back together again?” Mateo asks me, and I’m so startled by the question that I choke on the wine I just took a sip of.
My eyes slam into Mateo’s, and I see the overprotective father I’d been wondering about. I know just how easy he was taking it on me.
His expression is clear, filled with both wonder and suspicion. Will I hurt his little girl again?
I risk a glance at Calliope, and she stares back at me like a deer caught in headlights. We’ve not said a thing to our parents about our sexual affair, although my mom knows full well that I’ve been going to Calliope’s in the evenings. I mean, I couldn’t lie to her when she asked where I was going that first night after Podden’s pond, but she thinks it’s just a newly forming friendship.
At least, I think.
“Papa,” Calliope simpers as she looks at her father, sitting at the head of the table to her left. “Why would you ask such a thing?”
“Because it’s obvious there’s something going on between you two,” Mateo retorts with a knowing look at his daughter.
“You’ve been going over to Calliope’s in the evenings,” my mother points out, and my return glare calls her out for the traitor she is. She merely smiles sweetly back at me.
“And you two haven’t stopped stealing glances at each other all evening,” Danielle remarks with a sly grin.
“And you’ve been in an extraordinarily good mood the last few days,” my dad chimes in.
Calliope ducks her head, hiding an amused smile.
I merely take my napkin and wipe at my lips, stalling for time as I collect my thoughts. I need to tread carefully here, so as not to get any parent’s hopes up that we’re back together in a normal relationship. I don’t want to poke at Mateo’s ire either.
Finally, I say neutrally, “We’ve rekindled our friendship. Calliope has been a great support to me since I returned home.”
I glance around the table. Not one of our parents seem to be buying that lame statement. My dad actually snorts.
“She’s been invaluable in explaining the medical details of Dad’s condition,” I assert, knowing in my heart of hearts that sounds even lamer. But I can’t stop now. “She’s a good friend. A childhood acquaintance. Those ties remained strong throughout the years, and—”
“We’re friends with benefits now,” Calliope says, and my entire body flushes hot as my eyes snap over to Mateo, prepared for him to spring across the table and lunge at me. His eyes rest heavy and hard upon me, and I flush hotter.