CALLIE (The Naughty Ones Book 1)

by Kristina Weaver

  The orgasm that takes me is hard, intense, and sudden. I find myself screaming and biting into the smooth flesh of his throat as I convulse and come all over him.

  “Jesus. Oh Jesus, that was fucking hot,” he groans into my neck as he slows his hand and pets me softly, bringing me down with a tenderness that is stealing my heart.

  By the time I can move and function properly he’s breathing more evenly and he doesn’t look ready to go nuts.

  “That was…”

  I can’t ever remember a time when a man touched me and gave me pleasure just for the pleasure of giving. I want to weep in thanks.

  Here he is, hard beneath me and obviously suffering, but all I see when he finally pulls his hand away is a satisfied smile and wicked gleam in his eyes.

  The fact that he then proceeds to shove his fingers into his mouth turns me right on again and I groan into his chest with a laugh.

  “I think I know why I slept with you in the first place.”

  That gets a laugh and he shakes his head, leaning down to kiss me softly.

  “Baby, that was foreplay. You haven’t seen anything yet.”

  The rest of the journey is made in silence and I enjoy the peace and comfort as I snuggle against his chest and let the lethargy of pleasure overtake me.

  ***

  Jack

  My balls are officially blue and ready to drop off in surrender as I pull Callie more securely into my arms and exit the car with a nod to the driver. It’s a bit of a juggling act to unlock the door without waking her, but I get it done with some sort of skill and stride straight for the stairs, my urgent need to see her in my bed taking over.

  As I lower her to the white sheets and step away, I feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. She’s finally here, right where I need her. And she’s currently snoring softly and drooling a little.

  The sight makes my lips twitch and I look down and eye my dick with a sigh.

  “Sorry, pal. She needs her rest. Looks like it’s just you and me again.”

  The shower I force myself into instead of standing and watching her sleep like a creep is ice cold, but after five minutes of waiting I finally admit defeat and take my dick in hand. My strokes are firm and even as I beat off to the image of Callie’s face when she came and flooded my fingers with her pleasure.

  It’s all I need and I come with a throttled groan, shooting so hard, my knees threaten to buckle before I manage to fall into the wall and wheeze out a breath.

  Shit.

  I look down as feeling returns to my limbs and glare at my dick when I note that the fucker hasn’t so much as softened an inch. Sorry, pathetic bastard. He still thinks he’s getting lucky tonight.

  After a quick wash and rinse, I towel off and walk out naked, sliding between the sheets and dragging Callie into my arms with a sigh of contentment. I’m hard and horny and frankly in pain, but as she snuggles against me and pushes her belly into my side, I feel a peace that can’t be beat.

  ***

  Callie

  Morning light filters through my eyelids and I roll over and shove my face into the blankets with a groan. I’m not ready to budge for at least the next hour, and I know I have to because I contend with a bladder the size of a pea.

  The freaking thing is cramping like it’s about to explode and I give up the warm comfort against the danger of peeing on my mattress and ruining…

  Wait.

  I move my legs a little again and feel the soft glide of a high thread count against my legs.

  “Morning, baby. You sleep well?”

  That voice has my eyes shooting open and I look up to see a sleep-mussed, smiling Jack looking at me.

  Oh yeah, now I remember.

  “I need to pee.”

  I don’t know why I’m whispering or even why that’s the first thing that comes out of my mouth, but I can’t dwell on it any longer because I’m shooting off the bed and running for the toilet as my bladder give a warning wobble.

  “Oh yessss.”

  It feels almost orgasmic when a pregnant lady pees.

  “That sounds blissful.”

  My eyes spring open at that drawl and I see Jack standing in the doorway, grinning from ear to ear. This is seriously weird and a bit uncomfortable as I keep peeing loudly, while he stands and watches me.

  “Go away.”

  “No. I like sharing things with you. If you want you can watch while I pee. It may not be as sexy, but I am game, baby.”

  That smile is the only reason I’m not yelling, and I manage to finish and wipe with some decorum before flushing and going to wash my hands. True to his word, Jack sidles in sporting a hard-on that would be scary if I wasn’t already assured that it will fit, and starts peeing as if we do this stuff all the time.

  It’s weird and I should so be grossed out that we just watched each other pee, but I’m not. I’ve even lost the awkward morning-after feeling and head straight into embarrassed territory when it hits me that the last thing I remember is climaxing in the limo.

  Shoot, I must have fallen asleep. Dammit. That makes me feel real good about myself.

  “Hey, baby, stop looking so glum. We’re all good,” Jack murmurs, pulling me in for a smooch and a back rub.

  “I fell asleep? Dammit, I’m sorry. Great night, huh?”

  He laughs and busses my head again before pointing to the shower.

  “I’ll grab you something clean to wear and meet you in the kitchen. Stop worrying, babe, I had a great night. I got to touch your junk and sleep next to you. Besides, it beats the fuck out of waking up to no memory and an empty bed.”

  “Yeah but—”

  “No buts. Shower and teeth so I can feed you and my boy there.”

  He leaves me alone after another soft peck and I hear him whistling softly as I step into the shower and turn on the six high-powered heads.

  I’m grinning when I leave the bathroom with clean teeth, wearing one of his big shirts and a pair of soft grey sweatpants I had to roll a million times to avoid tripping over.

  When I make it to the kitchen, after checking out the house with a happy nod of approval, I find him humming as he sets the table and starts plating bacon, hash browns, and a fruit salad.

  I don’t have the heart to tell him the fruit and bacon do not mix well, and instead sit down with a smile.

  “This looks good.”

  Where the hell are my eggs? I need eggs with bacon. They’re married. They belong together. Eating bacon without eggs is like watching Thelma and Louise without Thelma or watching Dirty Dancing without Baby.

  He must sense my horror because he shrugs when I look up and grins around his fork.

  “I don’t think eggs are good for the baby.”

  Breathe, Callie.

  “Huh?”

  “Eggs. I don’t think they’re good for babies, and besides, aren’t they bad for cholesterol or something?”

  Breathe. Deep.

  “Jack. Do you not like eggs?” I manage to ask around a bite of melon that makes me cry inwardly.

  He blushes a little and shrugs one shoulder.

  “They’re slimy before you cook them. It grosses me out.”

  “Let me get this straight. You eat eggs. You like eggs. You just do not cook them because it freaks you out when they’re raw.”

  His bashful smile let’s all the hormonal steam right out of my sails and I feel myself sigh when he nods.

  “You’re weird.”

  “Me? You watched me pee, Callie. You’re weird.”

  “Hey. You watched me pee, too.”

  “Yeah, but we already know I’m weird.” He grins, biting into a strip of bacon with relish.

  “God. I’m in lust with a madman. I despair for this kid with our genes combining.”

  I eat as he laughs and keeps trying to add more fruit to my plate. Look, I’m not an animal, but I do not like fruit as a meal. An apple once in a while? Okay. A banana when I need potassium? Fine, I’ll soldier through the pa
in. Fruit as a meal where I have to eat and eat and eat my way through it.

  Nooooooooooooooo.

  “Stop. No. Eat your own shit and leave my plate alone. Jack, I swear to God if I have to get through another piece of melon, I will stab you with this fork no matter how much I want sex with you,” I warn, palming my fork threateningly.

  “It’s good for you. It’s packed with vitamins and good sugars.”

  “You’ll be packed full of stitches if you try to poison me much longer. Next time. Eggs.”

  That brings a grin to his face and I feel myself smiling back when he fist-pumps the air.

  “She’s thinking long term. Score two to Jack.”

  At this rate I’m gonna have to find myself a Jewish family just to fit in, but I’m giggling at his ridiculousness as I sip decaf coffee and listen to him jabber about yesterday and the odds of the Olds getting together. We both agree it’s a blessing that Gruffy’s got powder ovaries by now, and Gramps probably releases talc when he finds nirvana.

  It’s pretty gross just thinking about that stuff, but by the time we load the dishwasher and he drags me back upstairs, I feel hopeful.

  Who knew I had it in me?

  Chapter Twelve

  Please Stay Sweet

  Jack

  I’ve spent the morning trying to remove the panicked look from Callie’s eyes, and by the time I pull her upstairs and let my dick know that the pain is about to end, I’m so hot for her that I could pound nails and build an entire house with the thing.

  She’s nervous, I can tell by the way she keeps biting into her lower lip and twirling her hair around her finger.

  It’s important that I do not fuck this up. I find myself sweating, my hands trembling as I pull her to a halt beside the bed and slowly raise my hands to her face.

  “Don’t be scared, Cal, I won’t hurt you,” I murmur, leaning in to kiss her sweetly before pulling back and looking down at her.

  “Not scared. Nervous,” she whispers, looking down as I take hold of her shirt and start dragging it up her body.

  “You got nothing to be nervous about, baby. We’ve been here before, remember?” I tease, trying to lighten the situation a little.

  I toss the shirt away and look down at her. Perfect. She’s perfect everywhere. Her boobs are high and round, with just enough softness and give to assure me she’s all natural, though you wouldn’t think it with all that plumpness and her belly.

  I never thought a man would be turned on by a big belly, but as I look down and see the evidence of my claim, it makes me so hard I feel my heartbeat in my dick.

  “It’s different. I’m huge now.”

  “You’re sexy with that belly, baby. You think I’m not attracted to the sight of you growing my baby? It’s sexy to know part of me is in there,” I growl, gritting my teeth at the need for tenderness and a slow approach.

  I want to strip her bare and fall on all that soft skin. She’s so vulnerable right now, but it just makes me love her more. I want to be everything she needs me to be in this moment, and I know to do that for her I have to show her that for me, it’s not about what I see but about what I feel when I see it.

  “You know, even when I couldn’t remember that night I still longed for you, Cal. I’d wake in a sweat and reach over for the woman in my dreams. It hurt when you weren’t there. Now that I have you, all I can think about is having you and having you and having you some more till this ache I’ve had lessens.”

  The words, unlike my lascivious looks, seem to do the trick and I watch as she takes a deep breath and hooks her hands into the sweats, shimmying them down and off with a shake of her ankle.

  “Me too.”

  The green light glares at me and I do what I need to. I rip my clothes off like a teen at his first chance at sex and pull her into me with a groan that she echoes back into my mouth.

  All that softness against me is perfect. She fits me just right.

  I’m so deep into the kiss that it takes me a few seconds to realize she’s pushing away and mumbling at me. Somehow I dig deep enough to pull back and release her, though the move is actually painful.

  Please God, don’t let her change her mind.

  “Baby, I—”

  “Good God, how did I not remember this?”

  I follow her awestruck gaze and feel myself grin when she starts stroking my tattoos and looks down at my piercing with a moan.

  “You like, baby?”

  So what if I’m preening here? The woman is looking at me like I’m dessert and I feel ten feet tall at the moment. I’ll take whatever the hell I can get.

  Callie’s eyes seem to glaze over a little and it’s my turn to groan when she strokes a hand down, down, down before wrapping it around my shaft and exploring. I almost lose my load when she swipes her thumb over my piercing, and it takes a supreme force of will not to throw her down and take her when she leans down and swipes her tongue over it.

  Her moan when my taste hits her tongue is the best compliment I have ever received, and I find myself reciting a client’s account to stave off the need to shove deeper and have those lips wrap around me.

  “Baby, uh shit, you have to stop, Callie. I’m about to come,” I plead.

  I need her to stop now and not just because my balls are tightening and drawing up in warning, but because I need to touch her so badly my hands are trembling.

  When she finally pulls back and seems dazed, I can’t help the hard kiss I take or the fact that my hand is already between her legs testing her readiness.

  “Cal—”

  “Shut up and take me, Jack,” she growls.

  My mouth dries when she scoots onto the bed and opens her arms to me, her legs opening to reveal the pink, glazed treat I got to taste briefly last night.

  That shit does it for my control and I’m sliding between her legs and attacking her lips before I can count to two. Her moan is met by my own and I feel myself go hotter when her tiny hand reaches down and pulls my crown to her opening.

  She’s so wet and hot, she scalds me. I thrust in a little before I can gain control.

  “Oh shit, that piercing really does make a difference.”

  Oh hell yeah it does, I crow silently when she starts thrashing beneath me and tries to pull me deeper.

  “Wait, baby, slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  My control is precarious at best, and I think I’ve just wrestled it back into my grasp when Callie does the worst thing she can do to a man like me. She leans up and bites directly into the face of the dragon decorating my left pec.

  The sting and feel of her sexual aggression sends me over the edge and I’m thrusting home in a long, hard slide that has me filling her to capacity in one thrust.

  Her keening mewl of satisfaction is like gas on the fire and I’m pulling out and hitting back hard with a howl of pleasure. She’s tight inside and so warm it almost hurts to add friction. But fuck me, it’s the best feeling in the world as her body starts going wild beneath mine.

  I may be out of control as I make love to her, but I’m ever mindful of the swell of her belly and the baby nestled there. I keep myself up on outstretched arms and hammer my hips in a rhythm guaranteed not to harm her or the baby.

  “Harder, Jack. Oh, right there.”

  Her eyes roll back in her head and she screams in ecstasy when I find that place deep inside her and get just the right angle to scrape my piercing over the little bean.

  That and the finger I use to rub soft circles around her wet clit is all she needs and I feel her sex go hot right before she seems to swell and starts detonating around my shaft, the tight muscle licking and sucking at me in a way that steals the last vestiges of my sanity.

  The explosion when it comes is no tingling buildup in my spine and no drawing up of my balls. I just explode so fast, I go ramrod stiff on my deepest thrust. I’m deaf, dumb, and blind as I start coming inside her in long hard volleys of heat and snarled curses.

  I go until I’m so spent I
can’t breathe. I feel my toes curl into the mattress.

  When I finally find the strength to unlock my muscles and fall to her side, it’s to the sight of Callie, my woman, knocked the hell out with her mouth hanging open.

  I guess I did a good job then. Shit, I’m gonna have to up my cardio if this is what our sex will be like all the time, or I may not make it. I fall asleep with her soft snores and a smile hurting my face.

  This definitely seals the freaking deal for me. Callie Landry, your ass is finally mine.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Love Drunk

  Callie

  “He was that good?” Luci asks on a hiccup that almost makes me feel bad for bragging.

  I shouldn’t be this sunny and bright considering poor Luci just got dumped by text and had her dreams of a pink wedding ripped out of her gasp.

  I could almost hate Freddie for doing this to her, but after I saw the wedding album from hell and his freaking name Sharpied into the front cover where the groom box had always been empty, I understood why he did it.

  “He was better than spectacular.” I sigh dreamily, ignoring Luci’s mutterings and the odd “lucky whore” she seems to say just a little louder than necessary.

  Percy, Dot, and Indie just roll their eyes and crowd closer to me from their position across the stainless steel counter where we’re enjoying a midmorning snack of toast and tomato slices with a few of Percy’s little twists.

  “So was he one of those conservatives who do a quick lick and then missionary, or was he all dirty and raw with an appetite?” Percy asks, looking desperate for more detail than I am comfortable giving.

  “He was just…awesome! He’s got absolutely no hangups when it comes to sex, and let me tell you girls, he does not allow me to have any either. Goddamn, the man knows how to use every single part of that magnificent body.”

  He’d made love to me all day and half of last night till I finally caved at midnight.

  There is not a part of me he didn’t touch, lick, or fondle, and believe me, when I woke up this morning I knew with an aching glee that I had been well and truly taken.