Catching Callie_A NEW ADULT & COLLEGE SUMMER SPORTS ROMANCE

by Claire Woods

  “Why did you date her for so long then?”

  “Shit. I’m going to sound like an asshole—she was convenient. She cooked for me, hung out while everyone else partied, and kept my bed warm. But I was never thinking long-term. We never clicked… like you and I do. There was never even a fraction of the spark I feel every time I touch you.”

  She sucks in a breath as my hand slides up her arm trailing back down.

  “Anyway, I finally dropped her off at her dorm, where she refused to get out of my car. I literally dumped her at the curb driving straight to my Calculus exam where I flunked—miserably. My coach somehow convinced my professor to give me a make-up a week later. I almost passed that, perfectly. My professor found that to be suspicious and sounded the alarm. Coincidentally, it came to light—one of the TA’s was screwing the point guard on the basketball team. She was giving him all the exams in advance all semester. He was selling them for a hundred bucks a piece. I’m being roped into all this shit despite not doing a damn thing.”

  “Why? Why are they targeting you? Can’t that ball player just admit he never sold you a copy of the exam?”

  “I wish it were that simple. He lawyered up. His scholarship and shot at the NBA are on the line. It came out that the TA wasn’t the only woman on campus he was messing around with. She’s pissed. She kept texts of their exchanges talking about the exams. There’s a full-blown investigation by the NCAA and the University. I re-took an exam last week in front of them all. Aced that mother fucker, too. I’m hoping that proves I’m clear of this—but until then I’m laying low—here with you.”

  Sitting up, I haul her into my lap, kiss her sweet lips, not waiting another second to get my hands on her. She pulls back, mind working, “why do they want you if it was the basketball team that cheated?”

  Sighing, my hands cup up to cup her cheek. “Because Callie, I could’ve gone pro, entered the draft this past spring. But I didn’t. I have the most completed catches in the end zone in college football—ever. I’m even more popular than the quarterback. ESPN has reporters all over campus looking for me.”

  Callie’s phone rings interrupting me, but she ignores the call. Then it rings for a second and third time.

  “I’m sorry. I need to take this in case it’s an emergency… Soph? Is everything, okay?” Her eyes cut to mine, my fists clench knowing it’s nothing good.

  She sighs hands falling to her sides. “That was my best friend, Sophie…”

  I nod.

  “It’s bad, Gabe. Your ex talked to the press and is giving Entertainment Tonight an exclusive interview. She’s all over social media, TMZ, and Perez Hilton.”

  “Christ.”

  “There’s more. She says that she’s having your baby.”

  “WHAT?” I roar. “That scheming bitch. I swear to you, Callie. I haven’t been with her in months.” Springing to my feet, I stalk to the edge of the cliff.

  “Unless that’s how far along—”

  “No! I just saw her on campus. She was waiting by my car. She’s not pregnant—she’s full of shit.”

  Her small arms wrap around me, “I believe you.”

  Those three words mean everything. I’m finally here with her…I’m not going to lose my chance because of bullshit lies.

  Her head rests against my back, my arms come up over hers, linking our hands, I bring one of hers to my mouth. We watch the sun fade in silence until I turn to face her. “I need to check my phone.”

  “I knew this moment was too good to last.”

  “I promise you, Callie. Once I get through this—we’ll have a million moments like this.”

  Fifty new voicemails and a hundred texts greet me. Each more panicked than the last, well except the one from my father threatening me. If I lose my scholarship, I’m done. He won’t help pay for my senior year at UVA, which is just fine because I wouldn’t take a dime anyway. He can suck my nut-sack when I’m in the pro’s.

  Out of all of the people that called, I return the only call that matters.

  “Coach.”

  “Parker. I can’t protect you this time. Personal shit is out of my control.”

  “I understand sir. What about the investigation?”

  “You were clear. But Jackie’s story… could change things.”

  “What? Why? If she’s pregnant, it’s not mine.”

  “She said you cheated, son. All four years, not just in the classroom but on the field.”

  “BULLSHIT! You know I’m clean.”

  “It looks bad. Scandal after scandal. The NCAA wants all your medical records, and you need to report back here for supervised drug testing.”

  “This isn’t fair. I’m innocent.”

  “I know, son. I know. Just keep your head down. I’m doing everything I can. But Gabe—the NFL doesn’t want any more bad press after the year they had. If you get cleared—”

  “When I get cleared.”

  “… you are going to need to have one hell of a season to get picked early in the draft.”

  “Fucking hell.”

  “I’ll be in touch.”

  “Gabe?” Callie grabs my hand, squeezing it.

  “Can we just… have the date I planned? Let the world fall away until tomorrow, please?”

  She nods, arms going around my waist. My head rests on top of hers, closing my eyes, savoring the feeling of having this girl in my arms after weeks of thinking about her. I just hope she stays.

  ***

  After the hike, I took her back here, not wanting to risk someone recognizing me at one of the restaurants in town now that my face is once again plastered everywhere. I cooked her shrimp scampi with pasta. I even indulged in a glass of chilled Chardonnay. We talked about everything—our childhood—our parents, what we have in common. I want to know everything about her. Become a part of her story—maybe we’ll even write ours complete with a ride into the sunset in a friggin’ horse-drawn carriage. She makes me feel that kind of fairytale shit.

  I haven’t seen so many stars since the hit I took freshman year from Cal Harrison at Ole Miss.

  I’m fucked.

  No matter what happens, I want to hang on to this one. My hands squirt dish soap onto the plates. I give them a good rinse before placing them in the washer. She wanted to help clear up, but I wouldn’t hear of it. Especially when she told me the situation with her mom, leaving her to run two businesses all day.

  “Callie? You want dessert, baby?”

  Silence.

  Turning off the faucet, my bare feet are quiet as I walk back out to the small den.

  She’s asleep.

  Curled up on the couch like an angel. Her long dark locks fall all around her. Soft pink lips are parted, cheeks flushed as she breathes deeply in and out. It feels like someone just reached into my chest and put their hands around my heart, squeezing so hard I can’t breathe.

  Grabbing the light quilted blanket, I wrap her in it lift her in my arms and carry her outside. She mumbles something incoherent against my neck as I sit in the sand watching the sky.

  With her in my arms, I have everything I need to face the storm coming. Cradling her like a baby, my hands and lips find her face and her hair. “Gabe?” Her eyes slowly blink.

  “Shhh, go back to sleep. I like holding you.”

  “Did I miss the star shower?”

  “No. We have thirty minutes.”

  “How are we going to kill time?”

  Feeling a stupid grin light up my face, my hand brings her face closer.

  “… hmmm… I could think of a few ways…”

  My lips take hers as my hands unwrap the blanket. In one motion I lay her down, coming on top. Resting my weight on my elbows, I groan into her mouth as her legs spread, letting me rest my thick cock in between.

  Her hands roam up under my shirt, kneading the knots in my back. A hiss tears from me as her nails lightly rake up my abs then down my happy trail. She cups me boldly, hands sliding up and down.

  “That feels
so good baby,” I murmur moving away from her mouth to lift her shirt over her head.

  My dick twerks.

  That’s right twerks at the sight of her dusky nipples playing peek-a-boo through her ivory lace bra.

  My tongue slides over them, trying to poke holes in the lace as my lips tug both fabric and breast into my starving mouth.

  She moves beneath me, seeking relief running her hands through my hair. Unclasping her bra, I feel the pre-cum oozing out of me as my eyes feast on her… again.

  Lowering my head to those sweet tips, my mouth pays each the attention they deserve. I hiss as her soft hands find my hard length stroking up and down.

  Rearing back, I slip my shorts off needing to be closer her honey pot.

  My fingers hesitate at the zipper on her shorts. “Callie?”

  She nods her consent; my fingers shake as I remove another layer of clothing, getting closer to glory.

  She’s bathed in moonlight and stars. Her nipples are wet from my mouth; my eyes take in her slit barely covered by a lace thong. She hesitates, attempting to cover herself.

  “There’s no one here. This small strip of beach behind the house is private. Let me in?”

  Biting her lip, she answers. “Can we just make out? I-I’m not… the last time I did this, it didn’t feel so good.”

  My head snaps back, anger and jealousy mixing a deadly potion. “You’re mine. No one else’s—I promise you, Callie. It’s going to feel fucking divine when this happens. But I’ll wait. I’m playing the long game.”

  Coming back on top of my goddess, my hands and mouth touch her everywhere. She’s lost in us. Just like me.

  My fingers sneak inside the scrappy lace; I almost come in my pants at the feel of her smooth mound and soaked hot folds—imagining what it would be like to enter her bare. I play with her clit, circling the swollen pearl, round and round before darting away and penetrating her with two fingers. Curling them up, I rub her G-spot watching her face as she loses all control.

  My lips take hers prisoner, as my hands stay between her legs, stroking, rubbing, finger-fucking her good.

  “Gabe!” She moans coming on my fingers.

  “Fuck!” I groan withdrawing my hand. Letting my hard as fuck cock press up against her dripping pussy through my boxer briefs.

  “Babe. I promise I won’t, but I need to imagine I’m inside you.”

  She answers by pulling me back down to her. My hips come between her legs; I hook one around me—panties still jerked aside, the tip of my dick only covered by a thin layer of cotton, parts her.

  Her wet heat soaks through.

  I go in three inches, backing out using my briefs a shield. Her hot breath puffs in my ear as my dick presses on her clit. I dry hump the shit out of her blowing my load like a teen getting the tip of his dick wet for the first time. It was better than fucking a million girls raw. The force of my orgasm leaves me weak. Falling next to her, I laugh seeing shooting stars in the sky.

  “I see them too. But the ones, I saw in your embrace were better.”

  My load’s leaking everywhere. Winking at her, I strip. “Feel like a midnight swim?”

  She stands wearing only her thong and takes my hand.

  “Best first date ever,” I grin as we jog into the surf washing each other clean.

  ***

  Callie

  Tan forearms corded with strong muscles hold me close. My eyes drop to them wrapped around my pale waist. His thick cock presses insistently against my butt.

  “Morning, babe.”

  Reaching out, I turn the alarm on my phone off. It’s still not quiet light out. We’ve only slept for four hours but the orgasms he gave helped me sleep deeply.

  “Morning,” I mumble feeling shy.

  Gabe walked me home never letting go of my hand. He looked at me with soft eyes that begged to stay. Truthfully, I’m so addicted I didn’t want him to leave. He held me all night, kissed the back of my neck, breathed in my hair like I’m the most precious thing in the world to him. I feel cherished, and it’s making my heart all giddy.

  “Mmmmm, sleep in with me.” He asks as I reluctantly wiggle free. His arms catch me, pulling me right back where I was. One hand dips low, cupping me, the other massages my breast.

  “Horny beast!”

  “Only for you my beauty.” His fingers play with me as he nudges his dick between my ass cheeks.

  “Gabe… I’m not—not very experienced. Like at all.”

  He slows his ministrations but doesn’t stop.

  “Like how inexperienced?”

  “I’ve only had sex once. It was a total disaster.”

  “I wish you had waited… for me.”

  My heart stops beating. He’s so fucking romantic, and I’ve already lost all the walls I had around my heart. He crumpled the last of them last night.

  His hand stops playing, palm pressing flat against me—hard. “I’ll always take care of you, babe. In and out of the bedroom. I’m in no rush. Just promise me—this is mine.”

  “Yes!” I gasp as he takes his hot cock out, resting it on my ass. I feel a few drops fall from him, trickling down my skin.

  He grunts, carefully sliding himself between my pressed legs so he can snuggle up against the lips of my pussy.

  “I’m your man, babe.” He pulls a hand from my legs to touch the tip of his dick. I almost come at how kinky he is as he coats the tips of my nipples with his pre-cum.

  “There. I want you wearing me all day.”

  His hand drops back down, and neither of us speak as his fingers swirl through me, up me, as his dick glides between my thighs using my own wetness to slide back and forth.

  He stops, taking himself in his hand and leans over me—spilling hot come all over my tan tummy.

  I watch, mesmerized at how sexy he is, eyes burning for me as he comes, watching himself spurt all over me. Some splashing up on my breasts. His dick jerks more, he bites his lip, moaning my name.

  I feel powerful knowing this God of a man is so hot for me. Quickly kneeling, my mouth catches the last drops; his dick jerk in my mouth.

  “God, Callie. That was hot!”

  His hand rubs between my thighs, pressing my clit, I straddle his thigh, rubbing against it like a bitch in heat. I’ve never discovered this side of me before. I feel liberated. Like I can be his sexy dirty girlfriend without shame because he makes me forget everything but the need to be with him like this.

  We stare at each other with matching flushed cheeks, dirty sex hands, blended sweat, and hearts. He’s the first to recover, taking me by the hand and leading me into my own shower, where he tenderly rinses me while peppering my shoulders and back with quick kisses.

  The man can’t keep his bear paw hands off me—I hope he never stops putting them on me.

  ***

  “Someone’s chipper this morning. I texted all night wondering what the brawny footballer was doing to you.”

  “He did—just about everything but carry me off in a pirate ship with my wrists bound.”

  “Damn that would be hot.”

  “Don’t give me any ideas.”

  We both jump at his deep voice right behind us.

  “Gabe?”

  “Hey, babe.” He gives Soph a wink as I’m pulled back into his strong arms. My eyes flutter shut, savoring the feel of him holding me as the smell of his spicy cologne surrounds me.

  “What are you doing here?” My voice sounds breathless. A slow burn runs up my body landing on my cheeks. I’m embarrassed by the intimacy we shared now that he’s here in broad daylight.

  “Hi, I’m Sophie.”

  Gabe lifts one hand off my waist to shake hers.

  “Uh, the two of you better go out back. People are staring.”

  “Shit.” Gabe breathes taking my hand and leading me through the open back door.

  “GABE! OVER HERE! IS IT TRUE YOU MIGHT BE BENCHED?”

  “GABE! Have you heard from the NCAA regarding your eligibility?”
/>   “From Dirty player to BABY DADDY! Is she keeping the baby?”

  The clicks of the camera’s are followed by flashes. The shouts accompany the sound of furniture being pushed out of the way.

  Stopping short, Gabe shields me with his body as a group of reporters crowd us on the beach behind the café.

  I try to turn around, but more are behind us.

  “How did they find me?” He mutters. My hands skim up and down his arm trying to soothe the flexed muscles.

  “Callie? Did you—”

  “No. Of course, not. I haven’t breathed a word to anyone about you.”

  His lips are thin as he weighs our options. “Stay close.”

  He uses his giant body and broad shoulders to fight through the frantic crowd. With my head hanging low, one hand tucked tightly in his, the other shielding my face, he follows Sophie’s shout of “over here!”

  We find safety in the back office of the café where I bolt the door.

  He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. I had hoped we’d have more time before… all of this started.” He gestures with his hand, frustration written all over his face.

  “It’s—wow—I’ve never experienced anything like that.”

  “It might get worse. Can you—will you stick with me?”

  “Like glue.”

  He smiles relieved I’m not running from this despite the shitshow his life’s becoming.

  He sighs, taking me in his arms, holding me close. “I need you, babe. It’d take a Trojan army to try to take you away from me. But I wouldn’t go down like Troy. I’d slay every last one to get to you.”

  “You’re such a romantic for a big jock.”

  “Did you hear?”

  “Hear what?”

  “The angels crying when I stole you from heaven?”