The Call

by B. A. Cubbage

  My fingers make quick work of his belt, button, and zipper. He pulls them halfway down his thighs, moves my panties to the side, and then glides himself into me.

  My head falls back on a moan. Fuck. Every time he puts his dick inside of me, it forms new realms of pleasure. He holds himself up with his hands on the ground on either side of my shoulders. My hands are rested on his chest as we stare into each other’s eyes.

  My back arches and my head falls back a little. “Eyes, Reagan. I need to see your eyes.” It takes a tremendous amount of effort on my part, but I manage to find his eyes with mine again.

  His hand finds my hip and pushes it farther into the ground, making me bite my lip to keep from crying out in pleasure. “Don’t hold it in. I want to hear what I’m doing to you. I need it, Reagan. I need to hear what I’m doing to your body.”

  His fingers grip harder and I can’t stop the moaning from falling out of my mouth. “Eyes, angel.”

  “Shit. Abraham.”

  “I know, angel. I know.” He hikes one of my legs over his hip and tilts his body a little. The new angle sets my body on fire with tingling pleasure. “That’s it, Reagan. Fuck.” I can feel him pulsating inside of me and my inner walls grip him as we come crashing down together.

  The second we’ve caught our breath, he pulls my shorts back up my body and situates his pants. “Mm dinner and a calorie burner. I like it.”

  “Good, because I like a little Reagan with my dinner.” He pulls my hair until my lips are positioned for his to devour. I’m so damn happy Abraham and I found each other. Even if we did already know each other.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Reagan

  “Wake up, angel. I brought you breakfast. It’s festive and everything.” Festive? Curious, I poke my head out. Even in my sleepy state, I laugh.

  Abraham has fresh strawberries, whipped cream fruit dip, and blueberry muffins all in a circle on one plate. And on the other one there’s scrambled eggs and bacon. “I love you.”

  “I love you too. I let you sleep until ten. Now get up and eat. I want to see what’s in that bag.”

  I’m fully awake now, remembering that today is the Fourth. “I’m up. You only get to see half of what’s in the bag right now. The other half you have to wait for the fireworks to start. Okay?”

  He sulks a little. “Fine. Go get the bag. Show me.”

  I laugh loudly this time. “You can’t see it yet, stud. I have to shower and get ready for the day before I put it on.”

  “Oh, are we talking naughty stuff? Because I’ll go downstairs right now and lock all of the doors and windows.” He looks like a little kid on his way to see Santa.

  “No, but I promise, you’ll still love it. At least I hope you will.” He kisses the tip of my nose.

  “I’ll love it no matter what it is. Now eat, shower, and get ready. I’ve been a patient man up until this point. My patience has the holiday off.”

  I laugh and start to dig into the yummy-looking breakfast. Mm. You should know, this man cooks as good as he fucks. “So good. Thank you.”

  “You’re very welcome, angel. I’m going to go downstairs before I delay you showing me anything any further than I already have.”

  With a mouth full of eggs I say, “That’s a good idea.”

  He can hardly contain his amusement when he says, “You’re so hot with cheeks full of eggs.”

  I give him my best smile. “Fank ou.” He kisses my forehead and laughs his way out of the room. Sometimes I forget the manners that he grew up with. I down my breakfast, and then jump into the shower and start getting ready.

  I come out of the bathroom, fully clothed, and ready for the day. Mind you, it took me two hours. But I’m ready now.

  After texting Kate, I walk into my closet and get the gift bag ready. I can’t fucking wait to give this to him. Kate is going to have to be its keeper.

  “Okay. I’m here. Why did I have to waddle my ass all the way up those stairs?” She rounds the corner and her eyes light up as she takes me in. “Oh my fucking God, Reagan. He is going to shit himself when he sees you. Damn, I might steal you away for my own plaything.”

  I laugh. “Shit, I know I look good.”

  She laughs with me. “You look awesome. Is that why you called me up here via text?”

  “No.” I hand her the gift bag with the card stuffed way down underneath the tissue paper. “I need you to go put this in your car. If you don’t, then I will break and give it to him sooner.”

  “Now that, I can do. Are you coming down?”

  “Yeah, I’m all ready and I’ve got the butterflies to prove it.”

  “Okay, don’t come down until I text you. I want to see his face.”

  I laugh but agree. She waddles her way out of the room. I give myself one last look in the mirror. I’m wearing the same white sundress I was when Abraham and I first met. My hair is down, lightly curled and to the side, the way that I know for a fact makes him hard. I have on the necklace he bought me in Tahiti and a pair of heels to match.

  It took me three hours and eight different stores to find this damn dress, and four more stores to find a pair of heels to go with the necklace. But I’m hoping that the look on his face will make it well worth the hours I spent on it. I added the second half of the gift two weeks ago.

  Kate: Okay. I’m back in the house and everyone just so happens to be in living room. So they can see the stairs. Make your appearance, Cinderella.

  “Okay. Here goes nothin’.” My feet hit the top step but no one is paying attention, which is a good thing at the moment. My stomach is already in knots.

  About a quarter of the way down, Devon spots me and his eyes get a little big. The pause in his sentence to Abraham causes him to turn around with his beer halfway to his mouth.

  That look will forever more be imprinted in my brain. The lines on his forehead smooth away, his lips part, his hand clenches around his beer, and his eyes never leave me. I’m sure I’m blushing from head to toe right now.

  When I make it to him, he still hasn’t recovered. I grab the beer from his hand and bring it to my lips. After I take a sip of it I say, “Are you gonna live, stud?”

  He quite literally shakes himself out of it. “I’m good.” He looks around at everyone else, grabs my hand, and leads me up the stairs.

  “Dude! I will fucking shank you if you do what I think you’re going to do with me in the house.”

  “Keep your pants on, Devon.” He pulls me into the bedroom and shuts the door. He leans his forehead against it and takes a couple of breaths.

  When he turns around to face me, the smile falls from my face. His look is pained. “What’s wrong, Abraham?”

  He puts a hand on either of my shoulders and looks into my eyes. “I love it. More than you could ever imagine. If you doubt me—” He grabs my hand and presses it into his erection. “I love it Reagan.”

  “But?”

  “But something about it feels like déjà vu, and not necessarily a good déjà vu.” He keeps looking me up and down. His face is torn between raw animal lust and tortured confusion.

  “Do you want me to take it off?” This is so not the reaction I was hoping for.

  “God no! Please don’t. If I could get you one of those for every day of the week, I would. It’s just…something I can’t reach, you know what I mean? Like a word that’s on the tip of your tongue but you can’t quite remember it.”

  “Well, let’s try and ease your unease.” I lift the dress up so he can see the white lace panties and corset underneath. His whole demeanor changes in an instant. “Better?”

  His growl vibrates off of the walls. “Much. We need to leave this room before I devour you in this house with your brothers downstairs listening intently.” I can see his smile mirror my own. “Death of me.”

  “Mm.” His hands pick me up by my hips and he carries me into the closet. “Hello, Abraham.”

  “Hello back. Now shhh.” I’m thrust against the wall. My legs w
rap around his waist. He holds me against the wall and pulls back a little. “Undo my pants.” I do and I push them down until they fall around his ankles.

  “Do not rip my panties. These are the only pair that I can wear with this dress, and I’m not going commando when I will most likely get thrown into the water at some point.”

  He grs at me and glares. “Fine.” He pulls them to the side, grabs his cock, positions himself, and then looks into my eyes. “You ready?” I nod. “Say it.”

  “I’m ready.”

  He shakes his head. “Not convincing enough. Tell me what you want me to do, Reagan.”

  Pulling his hair and bringing him close to my face, I look into his eyes and say, “Put that magnificent cock inside of me before I do it for you.” His jaw clenches and he growls with renewed want.

  He thrusts all the way in at the same time that he covers my mouth with his hand, muffling my cry. His lips cover his hand where mine are underneath it. His nose is against mine as he’s thrusting hard and deep inside of me.

  Thank God he’s not moving his hand. I’m pretty sure I would bring the house down, while letting him hear just what he’s doing to my mind, body, and soul right now.

  He pulls away from the wall carrying me, and slams us into the back wall. His hand slips when we hit the wall and I take a sharp inhale of breath. He’s paused and watching me. I grip his hair and pull his mouth to mine. Speaking around our kiss I say, “Don’t stop. Fuck me like the first time, Abraham. When we got home from the club.”

  “Fuck, I love you.” He grips my hair and pulls my head to the side, sinking his teeth into the flesh on my neck.

  His tongue soothes the area. He pulls back and blows on the skin. “Fuck.” My senses are running on all cylinders. I’m having my own personal firework show inside my body. My nails drag down his back over his T-shirt.

  He takes me from the wall again but puts me on the floor this time. Lifting one of my legs over his shoulder and finding my throbbing clit with his palm, I lose it. His hand slaps over my mouth as the uncontrollable screams start to build louder and louder.

  I can feel him start to orgasm. His body starts to stiffen, and he pumps harder and faster. It’s like every cell in my body is exploding. As we come down from our orgasm high, he pulls out of me and lies down beside me.

  “I fucking love you, Reagan Nichole.”

  “I fucking love you, Elijah Adam.”

  “More than your wife?”

  I turn to him and smile. “Don’t push it.”

  He stands, laughing, and helps me up. “Let’s go join everyone else. Who are hopefully out back. I’d like to live to see the other half of my gift. And to give you yours.”

  My head whips in his direction. “You got me a gift?”

  “Well I wasn’t going to let you get me something without giving you something in return. I hope that you’ll love it.”

  “I’m sure I will, no matter what it is. But I’m warning you, I’m betting that mine is better.”

  He laughs. “We shall see.”

  “Yes. We shall.”

  We walk down the stairs and breathe a sigh of relief when we find that everyone is outside. When we join them, Devon glares at Abraham. I stand in front of him. “Don’t hate the player, brah.”

  Devon and Abraham both start laughing at my impression of the two of them. Crisis. Averted. Thank you very much. Nothing is going to ruin this day for me.

  “Looks like rain.” Abraham is looking up to the sky.

  “I hope it holds off for the fireworks.” It fucking better hold off. This has to be perfect. A feeling of deja vu sinks in a little bit, as I remember Abraham saying those exact words…from a dream maybe? I shake the thought and goose bumps off and chose to ignore them.

  The girls all look at me and all the guys are looking at Abraham. I know why the girls are looking at me, but why are the boys all looking at Abraham?

  “Well, let’s not worry about shit we can’t control. Let’s put our minds to cooking up some food.” Damon is holding a tray full of meat.

  “Damon, it’s not even two.”

  “Well, not that you would know because you were primping, but we haven’t eaten lunch yet. Who else is hungry?”

  Everyone gives some sort of yes. Abraham heads over to the grill and loads it full of charcoal. Kate, Sara, Sam, and I head over to the swing benches on the porch.

  »»•««

  I’m in the kitchen, cleaning up after dinner. It’s seven o’clock and the sun is thinking about going down. I need to go grab my gift to Abraham out of Kate’s Tahoe. I want it readily available.

  With a quick look out the back door, I see Abraham sitting on one of the lounge chairs by the pool talking with the guys. Now’s my chance. I head out of the front door and to her SUV.

  When I get the door to her Tahoe open, it starts to downpour. I start looking around, cussing the universe, and I notice an extra vehicle. Whose is that? It looks familiar. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me?” It’s that bitch, Sasha’s, Lincoln. It’s empty. When I turn back toward the house to go pull her away from Abraham by her hair, I run smack into a hard form.

  Oh God. This isn’t happening. “Game’s over, Reagan.” I go to sprint away, but Chris’s hands wrap around my arms, caging me to him. White-hot pain stabs into my hip and makes me a little woozy. When I open my mouth to scream, he shoves a white rag against my mouth and nose.

  The rag stinks. Fuck. My world starts to go dark.

  Oh God. Please no. Don’t do this to me. Not now.

  Abraham!

  »»•««

  Abraham

  Devon stops talking midsentence. He’s staring past me. When I turn around, I’m stunned. Reagan is walking down the stairs in the same white sundress I saw her in for the first time. My mind, body, heart, and soul are torn in twenty different directions.

  The only thing on or in me that has its mind made up is my cock. “Are you gonna live, stud?” I have to physically shake my head to get it out of the storm clouds that it’s caught in.

  She’s got my beer in her hand. The dress calms my heart, turns me on, but it also has my soul aching for some reason, and my mind feels like someone spun it round and round.

  I start to take her upstairs and have to pause to try to put Devon at ease. Once we’re inside of our bedroom, I shut the door and have to take a minute without looking at her to see if I can figure out why I’ve got all these mixed feelings.

  When it’s clear that the image of her in that dress will forever be etched into my memory, I turn around and face her. “What’s wrong Abraham?”

  I look deep into her eyes. Because she looks worried, I assure her, “I love it. More than you could ever imagine. If you doubt me—” I grab her hand and press it into my erection. “I love it Reagan.”

  “But?”

  “But something about it feels like déjà vu, and not necessarily a good déjà vu.” I can’t help but to keep raking my eyes from her head down to her toes, over and over again. I’m so torn, I want to throw her down on that bed and ravage her until she can’t walk anymore, but another part of me is aching. Aching so bad that it’s making my heart hurt.

  “Do you want me to take it off?” She looks so disappointed and worried.

  “God no! Please don’t. If I could get you one of those for everyday of the week, I would. It’s just…something I can’t reach, you know what I mean? Like a word that’s on the tip of your tongue but you can’t quite remember it.”

  “Well, let’s try and ease your unease.” She lifts the dress up so I can see a mouth-watering pair of white lace panties and a matching thing that girls wear with all the lace in the back to suck in their figure but push their tits out at the same time. My whole body reacts to it and I forget about what was worrying me in the first place. Yes, I’m a guy, get over it. She smiles. “Better?”

  “Much. We need to leave this room before I devour you in this house with your brothers downstairs, listening intently.” Her
whole face changes into something mischievous. “Death of me.”

  “Mm.” Grabbing her hips, I lift her into the air and head for the closet. “Hello, Abraham.”

  I love it when she calls me that before sex. It means she wants it rough. “Hello back. Now shhh.”

  »»•««

  When we get out into the backyard, Devon starts glaring at me. He actually looks like he might punch me. Reagan steps in front of me and says, in a mocking tone, “Don’t hate the player, brah.” She even holds up her thumb and pinkie finger and tilts her hand back and forth.

  Devon and I both crack up at her dead-on impression of the two of us. She is pretty good at defusing a potentially bad situation.

  I notice that no one is wearing any sunglasses. I look up and get a pit in my stomach. “Looks like rain.”

  “I hope it holds off for the fireworks.” Reagan looks the way I feel about the rain.

  The guys all start looking at me in worry, silently asking if I have a plan B. I give them a look to knock it off.

  “Well, let’s not worry about shit we can’t control. Let’s put our minds to cooking up some food.”

  »»•««

  I’m sitting in a lounge chair by the pool talking to the guys about the rain. “What if it does open up and we can’t do the fireworks? What will you do then?” Devon looks sincerely upset.

  “I don’t know, I guess at that point I would just give her the box after she gives me whatever it is that she is going to give me.”

  “And you have no idea what it could be? How are you not going ape shit right now?”

  “Well, Damon, unlike some people, I have patience. Whatever it is, she seems just as anxious to give it to me as I am to get it.”

  “Oh hell fucking no! Bitch, you better turn your skank ass around and leave before you have to be carried out!”

  All of us turn to see Kate’s pregnant self get up and take a step toward… Fuck. It’s Sasha. She is so not who I wanted to see on what is supposed to be the best fucking day of my life. And to make matters worse, the sky opens up and a torrential downpour starts.