by LK Shaw
“Slide your hand down your stomach and touch yourself. I want your finger on your clit.”
I followed his commands, and slowly, I traced a path down my stomach to my throbbing center. My fingers were met by wetness.
“Now, circle your clit. Picture my hand touching you, caressing you. Are you touching it?”
“Uh huh.” It came out as almost a moan.
“I wish I was there so I could see your beautiful wet pussy. I would spread your legs wide and watch as you thrum that nub. I can picture it sticking out of its hood and getting redder as you continue to pleasure yourself. Think of my eyes on you, my tongue lapping up your juices. You taste like the juiciest peach. Your skin is soft and supple. Your moans and whimpers turn me on. I’m stroking my cock right now wishing it was your hand.”
“Please.”
“Don’t you dare stop touching yourself. Think of my long, hard cock inside you, thrusting deeper and deeper.”
I could almost feel his cock entering me. My pussy clenched on emptiness, and I groaned in disappointment that he wasn’t there with me. I needed him inside me with a desperation only he could satisfy.
“I need to come, Kyle. Please.”
“Stick two fingers inside your pussy, Callie. Do it, now.”
“God, yes.” I thrust them as deep as I could, but they didn’t satisfy me nearly as much as Kyle’s cock did.
“My cock is so hard for you right now. Keep pushing those fingers inside. Squeeze them like you’d squeeze my cock.”
I continued thrusting and clenching down on my fingers like a vise. His voice was more intense, and I swore I could hear him stroking himself on the other end of the line. More wetness soaked my pussy at the thought. My body tightened in preparation for release.
“Be prepared for the next time I see you Callie. I’m going to fuck you so hard and so deep our bodies will become one. Are you ready to come?”
“Yes, I need it.”
“Push your fingers deep and keep picturing my cock. Your body was made for me. You are mine. Now, I want you to come. Now, Callie.”
The urgency in his voice sent me over the edge and my pleasure peaked. The tightening that had begun moments ago burst out of my center and exploded through me. His groan of ecstasy echoed mine as we both reached our release together. A soft cry escaped as my climax hit and my back arched. Tremors racked my body as I lay there, spent and exhausted. Our heavy breathing matched each other’s as a languid feeling made my limbs heavy. Neither of us spoke as we lay replete. Finally, Kyle spoke.
“I wish I could have seen you just now.”
“Me too.” A small giggle sounded. “You know, I’ve never had phone sex before.”
Kyle chuckled. “Well, I’m glad I was a first for you. Sleep well, love. I’ll see you in the morning. Dream of me.”
My heart tripped at the endearment. “I will. Good night, Kyle.”
“Night.”
I hung up the phone and crawled under the covers. I snuggled into the mattress and closed my eyes. I knew pleasant dreams would fill my night.
11
Kyle
Sunlight broke through the blinds in my room, and I stretched my muscles, the creak of bones sending a groan through me. Damn, I was getting old. Quickly though, my thoughts returned to last night and my phone call with Callie. My blood heated, and my morning wood screamed for attention. I ignored it since my hand was no replacement for Callie’s tight heat. I got ready for breakfast with said lady. Our time in Myrtle Beach was winding down, and I needed to figure out what I was going to do about Callie and me.
I hurriedly got ready and was knocking on her door at five ’til eight. The door opened, and there she stood, looking more beautiful than a woman had a right to look.
“Good morning, gorgeous.”
Her whole smile lit up her face, even as a blush covered her cheeks. “Good morning.”
We walked hand in hand down to her car. We spent the rest of the day together and all I could think of was how much I didn’t want the day to end. I wanted to spend more days with her, learning everything about her. Kissing her. Making love with her. Damn, I had it bad.
For the next few days we spent almost every waking moment with each other. Thankfully, I didn’t have to feel guilty about keeping her from her friends. They all seemed to be finding love with the guys. I was happy for my friends. Each of them deserved a good woman in his life.
It was our last night in Myrtle Beach, and Callie and I were out to dinner. Both of us were quiet as though savoring the time with the other, but also hesitant to bring up the future. I knew where Callie stood when she’d left Miami, but after pushing her away, maybe her feelings had changed. I know mine had.
I broke the silence, unable to contain myself any longer. “I’m sorry I pushed you away in Miami. I was scared of what you made me feel.”
She reached across the table for my hand. “You don’t think I was scared too? You were the first man I’d been with since Travis. I was terrified. I still am. But, I’m willing to fight for this. For us. I can’t do it alone though.”
I scooted closer to her and gently cupped her face. “You don’t have to. I’m falling hard for you, Callie. Hell, I started falling for you back in Miami. That’s my only excuse for pushing you away. Everyone I’ve ever cared for has left me. I don’t know if I could handle it if you left me as well.”
“So, you left me first.” It wasn’t a question.
A shrug was my only answer. “What do we do now?”
“We do whatever it takes. We talk as often as possible. We have to be honest with each other. This won’t be an easy road we’ll travel. Long distance relationships are hard. They rarely work out. Statistics are against us.”
“Fuck statistics. If anyone can make this work, it’s us.”
We finished dinner, and I took her back to her rental. Neither of us spoke as we made sweet, gentle love. Unspoken promises were made. We cherished this last night together, and we didn’t think about tomorrow.
The next morning, I woke first. I watched Callie sleep and listened to her soft breathing. In that moment, my heart swelled, and I wanted to spend all my mornings waking up to her. Lying back, I closed my eyes and envisioned our future. Soon, she began to stir next to me. A cat-like stretch arched her back, causing the covers to fall and expose her to my view. She opened her eyes and looked over at me. She smiled a sleepy smile.
“Good morning.”
“With you next to me, it’s a great morning.” I gave her a lingering kiss. “It’s almost time for you to leave.”
Regret weighed heavily on me that we couldn’t spend more time together, but Callie had to catch an early flight. Her thoughts must have echoed mine.
“I wish I didn’t have to leave already.”
We kissed again, but I broke it quickly because I knew there wasn’t time for us to indulge in more than that. I’d worn her out last night, and we’d slept later than planned.
“You get packed, and I’ll go get you some breakfast. I’ll be back in a bit.”
We both got out of bed and after donning my prosthesis, throwing on my pants, and a t-shirt, I left her to pack and get ready as I went down to the kitchen. I made us both an omelet, and after cleaning up my mess, I hurried back upstairs. Callie’d just stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body and her head, when I walked into the room. She quickly dressed, and we ate our meal.
“Call me when you get home. I want to know you made it home safely.”
She nodded, but didn’t reply. I reached out and tilted her chin up so she had to look at me.
“I told you last night, we’ll make this work.”
Finally, she smiled at me. My tone brooked no argument. I had confidence in us. We finished our meal and talked of inconsequential things. I cleaned up while she finished her packing. Once Callie was done, I carried her bags out to the cab as she said her goodbyes to her friends. Five minutes later, she was standing next to me.
“Call me th
e minute you get home.” It was an order.
“I promise.”
I closed the door behind her and gave a small wave as the car backed out of the drive. Shit, this was harder than I’d thought. I stood there, waiting, until I couldn’t see the vehicle anymore. My shoulders slumped in defeat as I headed over to the house next door.
12
Callie
It had been almost two months since I’d driven away from Myrtle Beach and Kyle. I remembered tears had threatened to fall the whole flight back home to Nashville. I fulfilled my promise to call him the minute I got home. In fact, we’d talked every single day since then. He’d come to visit me as well—twice since I returned home. I also talked to each of the girls a couple times. I was so happy for all of them. It seemed love found everyone in Myrtle Beach.
Checking the clock, I realized it was almost time for my evening call to Kyle. I dialed his number, but frowned when it went straight to voicemail. I waited a few minutes and tried again, to no avail. Still voicemail. I left a message and figured he’d call me when he got the chance. When he hadn’t called me by midnight, I started to worry. I tried one more time without success. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep picturing every worst-case scenario in my head. He was in a horrible accident. He was dead. He found someone else and didn’t want to be bothered with me anymore.
Several loud knocks on my front door startled me. I glanced at the clock, which indicated it was 1:00 a.m. What the hell? Nothing good came from middle of the night visits. I peered through the peephole my father insisted I install and squealed at the sight on the other side. I hastily turned all the locks and threw open the door. Standing there, looking more handsome than I remembered, was Kyle. I threw my arms around him and felt his hands circle my waist, pulling me closer. I leaned back and looked up at his face.
“What are you doing here? It’s the middle of the night, Kyle. Good grief, come in.”
I pulled him inside and shut the door behind us. The second I turned back to him, he had me in his arms, and his mouth crashed down on mine. He kissed me as though he never wanted to stop. I absorbed the heat of his body and let the sensations take over. Barely breaking the kiss, he lifted my top up and over my head. He deepened the kiss as his hand reached up to cup my bare breast. He mauled me in a way that felt as though he was claiming his property. I loved it. His passion ignited mine.
“I need you now.” Kyle’s words flared the need in me. Quickly, clothes were discarded, and I suddenly found myself on my back on the couch. I barely had time to breathe before I felt his weight on top of me. I gasped as he entered me. Moans of pleasure and soft voices sounded in the dark of the night as we frantically made love. He touched every inch of my body, and my back arched as my climax hit, followed closely by his. He inhaled his name on my lips with a kiss.
Kyle collapsed on top of me in exhaustion, but still managed to keep his full weight off me. Not that I would have minded. I felt safe and loved in his embrace. Once he recovered, he stood. I heard water running and felt a warm cloth as he cleaned me up. When he was done, he went back into the bathroom. I sat up on the couch and waited for him to return. He sat on the couch and turned to face me. He reached out to clasp my hands in his.
“I’ve missed you Callie. I love talking to you on the phone every day, but it’s not enough.”
My heart stopped beating, and a boulder dropped in my belly. Blackness clouded my vision, and I thought I was going to throw up. I couldn’t breathe. He must have sensed my distress, because he reached out to cup my face in one of his hands.
“Baby, what’s wrong? Talk to me.”
I finally gasped air into my lungs as I stuttered out, “Are—Are you breaking up with me?”
He scooted closer and tightened his grip on the hand he still held in his other hand. “Oh my God, no! Whatever made you think that?”
“You said I wasn’t enough.”
“No, baby, I said talking to you on the phone wasn’t enough. I need to see you in person every day, not just hear your voice. I want your face to be the last thing I see when I go to sleep and the first thing I see when I wake up. Callie, I love you. I want to marry you.”
As I sat there stunned, he reached down into his pants that still lay on the floor where he’d thrown them. He fumbled in the pockets, and when he sat back up, he held a small velvet box in his hand. Numbed shock settled deep inside me. When I finally began to process what was happening, my whole body shook.
I whispered, “Yes.” Then my voice gained strength, and I couldn’t stop. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
He opened the box and pulled out the ring. He gingerly reached for my hand as though fearing my reaction. My hand trembled in his grasp. He almost dropped the ring when my hand started shaking so badly. I used my right hand to hold my left one steady as he finally placed the ring on my finger. I threw my whole body against him, and this time, he was the one who fell back onto the couch. I covered his face in kisses.
“I love you so much, Kyle Chambers. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life you.”
“I love you too, Callie. You’ve made me the happiest man on Earth. I want babies with you. I want everything with you.”
I crawled off him and led him back to my room where we spent the night making love. I’d never been this happy before, and I couldn’t wait to see what the future held. I was finally whole.
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THE END
About the Author
LK Shaw is a physical therapist assistant by day and writer/social media addict by night. She resides in South Carolina with her high maintenance beagle mix dog, Miss P, who should probably just have her own Instagram account. An avid reader since childhood, she became hooked on historical romance novels in high school. It wasn’t until within the last seven or eight years she tried her hand at contemporary romances. While historical romance remains one of her favorite go-to genres, romantic suspense, especially with a little kink thrown in, have become a first pick from her TBR list.
She initially began writing in November 2015 as part of National Novel Writing Month, when, suddenly, the story became something more than just a “sure, I’ll try to put some words together”. The vision for the story snowballed and, before she knew it, she began taking steps toward publishing.
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