Booty Camp (The Booty Call Series Book 4)

by Frankie Love

  All of him.

  Chapter Five

  Grady

  Her smile eases any doubt I may have had about this plan. Her sweet little pussy drips for me, and as I lean over her, it’s like I am seeing her for the very first time. How was this perfect creature so close for so long without me realizing that she was meant to be mine. Without realizing she’s the real fucking thing. Soft in ways I need, sweet in ways I crave.

  Mila isn’t a jaded girl, bitter by the world. She wants my approval. But she isn’t fishing for compliments. She’s innocent and pure and yet open to being taught. By me.

  “What are you thinking?” she asks, her eyes darker than I’ve ever seen. Filled with desire.

  “I was thinking how good your pussy tastes, Mila Crawford. How fucking sweet it is.”

  “Yeah?” She licks her lips. “And how does your cock taste?” She runs her hand over my thick length, and I groan, so fucking close to coming here and now.

  “I suppose you ought to find out,” I say, kissing her bare neck. She rolls out from under me and she shoves me down on the bed.

  “I’ve always wanted to do this,” she admits, stroking me eagerly.

  I shake my head, amazed at Mila’s curiosity. “How are you a virgin?”

  She shrugs, her perky tits squeezing together. “I’ve never put myself out there...and most guys don’t really notice me.”

  I don’t tell her how untrue that is. Guys notice her. But she’s right about one thing, she doesn’t put herself out there. She hides behind her shyness. Except when she’s with me.

  “Maybe by the end of this weekend, you’ll have more confidence.”

  She nods slowly. “Yeah, maybe.”

  “What?” I ask, feeling like I said something wrong.

  “Nothing,” she says, blinking away whatever flashed across her face a moment before. “Now teach me how to do this,” she says, looking at my thick cock in her hand. “I don’t want to mess it up.”

  I chuckle. “Lesson one, you literally can’t fuck up a blow job. Every man that’s ever lived likes to have a warm mouth wrapped around his dick. And the fact a woman as gorgeous as you will be doing the sucking?” I shake my head. “Mila, just trust your instincts, okay?”

  She licks her lips. “Okay, I’m going down.”

  I laugh, but it doesn’t last long, because Mila’s sweet lips wrap around my stiff cock and from then on out, I’m in fucking heaven. She runs her hand over me as she timidly widens her lips to take me deeper. She rolls my tight balls in her fingers as she bobs her head up and down.

  It’s so fucking sexy, the way her hands explore me, and she doesn’t overlook a single thing. She licks and sucks, fondles and strokes. It’s obvious she’s enjoying herself, and hell, my cock is having a pretty good time too.

  “I’m so fucking close,” I tell her, knowing I’m about ten seconds from coming. It’s too hard to hold back, and the truth is, I want to get off so I can bury myself in her creamy little cunt. “Oh, hell,” I groan, cum shooting from my tip.

  She swallows every drop, and she keeps on sucking me, my thick ridges pulsing as she swirls her tongue over my tip. Then she looks up at me with glassy eyes. “Oh God, Grady,” she pants.

  “What is it?”

  “My pussy is on fire. Does it always happen like that? A girl getting horny the more cum she swallows?” I can hear the tease in her voice, but I know there’s a touch of sincerity in her words. She enjoyed sucking me off as much as I enjoyed having those sweet lips wrapped around my cock.

  I pull her up, close to me, my arms wrapping around her. “I don’t know about other girls right now. I’m only thinking about you.” And it’s the truth, Mila is the solitary thing on my mind. I reach for a condom, pulling it on as I ease her down on the bed. “I’m gonna fuck you now, understood?”

  She nods, her legs wrapping around me as I enter her, nice and slow. The last thing she needs is to be in pain. I want tonight - her first time - to be blissed out perfection.

  Her eyes close and she lets out a slow sigh. “Oh Grady...oh, oh...” Her arms wrap around my neck and my heart pounds, wanting to cherish this moment, to make time stop.

  This may only be booty camp for her, but as I fill her tight hole, her pussy stretching and pulsing around my hard shaft, I know, without a shadow of a doubt that I want more.

  More than just this weekend.

  More than just a booty camp.

  More than just sex.

  As I bury my cock inside her, I know I need Mila forever.

  A smile pulls at my lips as I watch Mila saunter to the bathroom, giving me a perfect view of her gorgeous backside. Already, I see a change in her. A confidence that wasn’t there before.

  It’s been two days. Two days of her and I locked in the honeymoon suite, doing nothing but fucking like newlyweds. Well, laughing too. Exploring one another brings out a wild side in Mila I didn’t expect. She is game to try anything - though she made a hard pass on any butt stuff.

  “That’s just too much, too fast for me,” she’d said.

  And I just slapped her ass playfully. “Understood,” I told her with a smile. “But next time I steal you away for a weekend, I’ll bring the nipple clamps.”

  She threw a pillow at me then, and I grabbed her by the waist, tackling her on the four-poster bed. We laughed until I was hard and she was wet and then I rolled her over, got her on her hands and knees and took her sweet pussy from behind. It was more than a perfect compromise. Mila learned she loves to fuck like that - her pussy dripped as I pounded her. Holding on to her hips, her perfect tits bouncing. Our bodies slick with sweat as we fucked.

  There was no apprehension. No insecurities.

  And I love that I brought that out in her. The woman should be confident. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. And not only that, she’s the whole package. Sweet, smart, funny, kind. And there’s a fire inside her that I never expected. A passion unleashed. And I know I’m not going to be satisfied with just this weekend.

  I want more.

  No, I want all of her.

  Her heart, her body, her soul.

  But when I hear my cell buzz, and grab it, the text that pops up on the screen reminds me of why we’re here.

  I grabbed Mila’s phone by accident. And the text is from Brad.

  Brad: I’ve been thinking about you. I can’t wait to see you Monday night.

  Anger, jealousy, frustration, all the emotions I have no right feeling swirl inside me.

  I put the phone down, and get out of bed, grabbing my clothes and getting dressed. When she comes out of the bathroom, she frowns. “I thought we were getting room service for breakfast?”

  “Yeah, I’d rather just get to the airport. It’s a long flight.”

  “Oh, sure,” she says. “And everything’s okay?”

  I give her a tight smile, stepping closer and kissing her forehead. “Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”

  Later that day, we pull up to her apartment. It hasn’t been tense between us because I was in the cockpit and she was in first class. Still, as I flew the plane, I was grateful to focus on the course. Otherwise I’d be mulling over the fucking text from Brad.

  But now that I’m not in the air, it’s hard to remain chill. I offered Mila a no-strings weekend, and here I am, dropping her off, pissed at the stupid ass agreement.

  “Thanks for the Booty Camp,” she says, opening her door. I get out and grab her suitcase from the trunk. “You’re a good teacher.”

  “You’re a pretty good student.” I set her bag on the sidewalk, telling myself to keep this casual, to not get intense and make proclamations Mila isn’t interested in. I respect her too much to tell her who she should date.

  Even though I want to.

  It kills me not to wrap my arm around her, kiss her hard and deep. And I’m nearly about too. But then her phone buzzes. She reaches for it, a small smile on her face as she reads a message.

  “Good news?” I ask.


  She flips the phone around so I can see it. “Brad’s at the rink.” It’s a photo Peyton’s just sent her.

  “Right. Good old Brad.” Jealousy stirs so intensely, my words come out harsher than I intended. “You gonna head over there then, tell him you’re ready to get it on?”

  Mila frowns, shoving her phone in her pocket. “Is that what you think I should do?”

  “It’s your life, Mila. You gotta go for what you want. Unless you changed your mind about him?”

  She twists her lips. “It’s not like anyone else has asked me out.” She looks at me then, and for a split-second, I think she’s waiting for me to claim her - but then she laughs. “God, I’ve been thinking about Brad for months. And tomorrow I have a date with him. I need to get out of my own way with this one.”

  I clear my throat. I won’t be able to live with myself if I don’t tell her what I think about the guy she’s about to go out with. “I know you’re excited about going out with him, but I doubt his intentions, Mila.”

  She scoffs. “Doubt his intentions? Okay, Dad, thanks for the advice.”

  My jaw clenches. “That isn’t what I was saying. I just think he’s bad news. He’s not good enough for you.”

  Mila twists her lips. “This isn’t fair.”

  “What isn’t?”

  “It’s not fair to spend all weekend helping me gain confidence, only to tell me I have poor judgment, bad taste.”

  “So what would you rather I do? Lie and tell you Brad is more than a douchebag? Because that’s what he is.”

  “I’m not doing this right now,” she says. “It’s been a long day and I don’t want to fight. Not with you.”

  I’m on edge now, frustrated and angry, and I know I need to leave before I say anything I’ll regret. “In that case, I’ll see you around, Mila.”

  She frowns. “See you around? Gosh, Grady. You’re one of my best friends. I hope we’ll be doing more than seeing one another around.” Her words are full of innuendo. “I was hoping...”

  I study her, wanting to believe what I see in her eyes, that she doesn’t want me to leave. That she wants more of what we did this weekend. That she wants me.

  “What were you hoping, Mila?” I’d give her just about anything she asked for right now.

  She swallows, then smiles. “Well, since you asked. I was thinking I could teach you to roller skate since you taught me how to...” She covers her face, laughing. “Well, you taught me a lot.”

  “Right,” I say, unable to match her mood. I can’t ignore the fact that her going out on a date with Brad kills me. I can’t pretend it doesn’t piss me off.

  Right now, I really have no idea what I’m supposed to do.

  She picks up her carry-on suitcase, walking away, and says over her shoulder, “And don’t forget, we still have that lesson on nipple clamps.”

  For a guy who spends his life flying a plane, knowing exactly what route I’m taking, always having a crystal clear idea of how to get from point A to point B, I have never felt so fucking lost.

  I want Mila. But I don’t have a map leading the way.

  Chapter Six

  Mila

  My body is still aching from the amazing weekend with Grady when I go into the roller rink on Monday morning. I never knew my body could feel the things it felt, and I wonder why I waited so long to let go of my insecurities and inhibitions.

  Grady made me feel alive, on fire, like everything was possible. Everything except a future with him. Especially after the mood he was in when he dropped me off. I’m still not sure what’s bothering him, but even his texts have been mercurial since.

  I sigh, wishing things were different between us. But one thing I know about Grady Callahan is that he’s never going to settle down. And tonight, I have a date with Brad.

  But for some reason, I’m not as excited about it as I thought I would be.

  “There you are.” Kendall waves at me from behind the desk. “Okay, I think this is the first time in your life you’ve ever been late.” She chuckles, eyeing me. “You look...different.”

  I feel different. More confident. More...me.

  “I had a good weekend,” I tell her, not giving away that I was with her brother. I know she wouldn’t be upset. If anything, she’d just be worried that he treated me right.

  And god, the man had treated me right.

  “So are you going to spill the details, or do I have to get Peyton and Camille here to force it out of you.”

  “What details?”

  She rolls her eyes. “It’s obvious...there’s a guy, right?”

  “Yeah.” I sigh, thinking about Grady. But that’s over. We had our booty camp, and as delicious as it was, it won’t happen again. “Actually, I’m going out on a date tonight.”

  “With who?”

  “Brad Hansell.”

  Camille walks out of the office as I say his name. “I know him. He rents the place for floor hockey, right? He’s a cutie.”

  “Yeah.” But not as cute as Grady.

  “I know him.” Kendall purses her lips. “He golfs with my dad. They belong to the same country club. He seems like a decent guy.”

  “Tell that to Grady,” I say with a frustrated breath.

  Grady might not want me for more than a weekend booty camp, but he’s also made it pretty clear that he doesn’t want me with Brad either.

  Both Kendall and Camille raise their brows at me. “Why?”

  I clear my throat. “He just thinks he’s a player.”

  Kendall laughs. “And my brother’s not?”

  Normally I’d laugh with her, but for some reason that comment makes my stomach churn. I know Grady has been with other women. But that was in the past. The thought of him with anyone else now makes me feel sick.

  But I have no right to feel that way. He’s not mine. And I’m the one with a date tonight.

  A date with Brad Hansell. I should be on cloud nine, but I spend the rest of the day feeling like a million butterflies have taken flight inside me. Nerves make all my muscles ache, and it has nothing to do with Brad, and everything to do with Grady.

  During my break between organizing a class field trip that’s come in, I text him.

  Me: I haven’t heard from you since yesterday. Everything okay?

  Ellipses bounce on the screen then stop.

  I sigh, wondering if I didn’t mess everything up between us by agreeing to the booty camp. But even thinking it, I know I wouldn’t trade the weekend for anything. But I’m also wondering if maybe going out with Brad is a good idea.

  One thing the weekend made me certain of is that I don’t want to settle. Yeah, Brad is hot, but he isn’t Grady.

  “You’ve wanted this for months,” I tell my reflection when I’m in the staff room getting ready.

  “Wanted what?” Peyton asks, overhearing me when she comes in the room.

  I sigh and sit down on the bench. “Honestly, I’m not sure anymore.”

  “Is this about your date tonight?”

  “Kendall told you?”

  “Camille did.” She shrugs. “If you’re not into the guy, then cancel. But I thought you were crushing on him.”

  “That’s the thing, I’m not sure if I am.” I bury my face in my hands and let out a low groan. “People were right when they said sex confuses things.”

  “Wait.” Her eyes widen. “You had sex? Oh my god, Mila.” She grabs my hand and squeezes. “Why didn’t you tell me. When? With who?”

  “You promise not to tell anyone?”

  She nods, but I see the frown that tugs at her lips. “Of course, but why do you want to keep it a secret?”

  “I spent the weekend with Grady,” I say quickly, needing to get it out. To tell someone.

  “Oh.” Her mouth drops open. “Oh my god. Seriously? You and Grady?”

  “Please don’t look at me like that. It was nothing...I mean...it was everything. But it was just sex. And I knew that from the start, but...”

  “It’s
never just sex,” she offers, her voice filled with sympathy.

  “Yeah.” I’m realizing that now.

  “So what are you going to do?”

  “I don’t know. Go on this date, I guess.”

  “I mean about Grady?”

  My heart squeezes thinking about him. “I don’t know. I just hope he doesn’t push me away.” But I have a feeling he already has.

  Peyton squeezes my arm. “Maybe you should talk to him.”

  Before I can say anything else, Kendall pops her head around the door and grins at me. “Your date is here.”

  “Thanks,” I say, giving a forced smile.

  I text Grady one more time before grabbing my purse.

  Me: Brad is picking me up now. I’m freaking out a bit and could use a few words of encouragement.

  What I could really use, is Grady’s arms around me, his lips on mine, and him telling me not to go.

  When he doesn’t text back, again, frustration makes my fingers dance across the screen.

  Me: I guess you’re ignoring me. I’m not sure what I did to upset you, but thanks again for the booty camp. You’re a good teacher. Maybe I’ll get to use some of your lessons tonight!

  I’m not sure why I write it, only that frustration and hurt fuel the words.

  I shove my phone in my purse, and head out to the lobby, blinking back my emotions. The entire point of my weekend with Grady was to prepare me for this night with Brad. Yet as I leave the skate rink all I can think about is the man who made me feel beautiful, seen, and wanted.

  But no matter how fun it was to pretend we were on our honeymoon - truth is, I was just his booty camp.

  And I want to be so much more than that.

  Chapter Seven

  Grady

  I glower at my phone, reading Mila’s text.

  Maybe I’ll get to use some of your lessons tonight!