by Kitty Berry
Colleen gives in and nods then grabs her own cup of tea and a piece of her famous fudge that remains a staple in her new store. She plates a few flavors for me, too. She knows I have a sweet tooth as bad as her own.
“Thanks. You first?”
Colleen chuckles. “That rule is only for the bedroom. The fact that you know it, makes me further question what Jordan Collins could possibly be thinking.”
Damned if I know. All I do know is she mangled everything I said to her earlier today and twisted it into me being an asshole. Granted, I had showed up hours early unannounced, but it was my best friend’s house and Elliot extended his welcome months ago, so I knew I didn’t need to wait until the scheduled start time of the picnic to arrive. Too bad Jordan hadn’t been as excited to see me.
When I pulled into the drive, I immediately saw that the fab four were still there and I knew I’d have to endure Jordan shamelessly flirting with them in front of me. Deep down, I knew she had little to no interest in them and she was only throwing herself at them to piss me off. Elliot had even told me over beers the other night that when I wasn’t there, she barely noticed that they were either. The stubborn girl was about to get an ass spanking that would have her unable to sit down at this picnic.
I had quietly made my way into the house and laughed over how desperate I was to be alone with Jordan. Looking down at my gear confirmed that I was either crazy or so hard up, I’d do damn near anything.
I was even more quiet when I open the unlocked door to Jordan and Jenny’s room. I’ll add that to my list of offenses when I finally get her bare ass exposed over my knee. What were they thinking, sleeping in a house with four strange men running around with their dicks hard? Unless they left the door open so one or more of those men could visit them in the middle of the night. Or wake them up the way I had planned to wake Jordan in only a few minutes.
Pushing my growing mania aside, I snuck through a crack in the door so as not to wake the girls from the light shining through from the hall. It was still early, and the sun wasn’t up yet, but Courtney liked to sleep with the hall lights on. Ever since her first stepfather’s best friend used to creep into her room, it makes her feel better. That asshole is long dead thanks to Elliot, but the effects of Jim’s actions on Courtney will live on forever.
Jordan and Jenny didn’t stir in the slightest when I slid into the pitch-black room, but a quick flash from my phone’s light showed me that Beast was aware of my presence. I pocketed my phone and pulled on an oven mitt. With my other hand, I retrieved the peanut butter and my extra-long handled spoon. That’s all it took to have the mutt’s ears perking up and him leaping from the bed like a motherfucking flying squirrel in my direction.
I somehow managed to stifle a shriek with my oven mitted hand over my mouth. Then, as the wild animal sat at my feet, I grabbed a lump of the creamy peanut butter and offered him the spoon. But when he got close enough, I pulled back and smiled at the beast.
I whispered, “You want this? Come and get it” as I lured him out of the room and quietly closed the bedroom door behind me. Once in the hallway, I reached down with my hand that was safely inside the oven mitt and grabbed his writhing body. Unfortunately, I was forced to cuddle him to my body, so I didn’t drop him. I couldn’t hurt the animal, only detain him for a bit.
As I walked to the kitchen where the pantry was located and had a crate ready for him to quietly spend the next hour or so eating his treat while his owner went in search of him and left Jordan alone in their bedroom, I bumped into my best friend.
“I’m not even going to ask why you are creeping around my house in the middle of the night. And before you say it’s morning, Jordan will agree it’s not. I won’t ask because as crazy as this looks, I must get your crazy after all these years. You’re going to hide the dog with the peanut butter so Jenny will be occupied trying to find him while you’re in Jordan’s bed trying to get her to talk to you. Am I right?”
I shrugged. “Smart-ass, today, huh? And yeah, that’s the plan. You going to keep your mouth shut or do you need some peanut butter to help you too?”
“Nah, I’m good, man. I’m just getting some ice to…”
Now I raised my brows. “You’re going to wake your wife up with ice on her nipples? You might be a bigger idiot than I am.”
“Oh, for sure. It’ll work. If you hear screaming, just ignore us.”
I looked down at the dog trying his best to escape my hold and waved Elliot’s plan off.
We headed into the kitchen together, and he opened the crate for me. He could be helpful when he wanted. “Jenny is going to kill you.”
“Yeah, well, I can only deal with one woman at a time. She’ll get over it and by the time she finds him and figures it out, I should have Jordan singing through her third orgasm and putty in my hands.”
Elliot laughed. “Fuck! Good luck with that.”
I tossed Beast into his crate and locked the door. He couldn’t care less as I walked away. He had his treat and was already busy munching away. By the time Jenny comes down here calling for him, his jaws will be tired, much like I can only pray Jordan’s will be too. God, what I apparently wouldn’t do for a blowjob from that girl.
“Wish I could watch this train wreck,” Elliot stated. “But my ice is melting.”
We walked back up to the bedrooms and waved the other off. Elliot returned to his room, and I slipped back into Jordan and Jenny’s.
“Jenny,” I whispered so as not to wake Jordan just yet. Which is a laugh, the girl sleeps like a rock. “I think I heard Beast crying outside. Where is he?”
Jenny jumped up and flipped around on her bed, sheets and blankets flying about as she searched for her pet. “What? I don’t know. He’s always right here between my legs when I sleep.”
I hoped she didn’t hear the way that sounded. I didn’t have time to tease her about it right now though because I wanted to get myself between her sister’s legs before she woke up and this whole plan was shot out of the water.
“I don’t know, Jenn. I came in through the front and heard a commotion out on the deck. I hope he’s not wrestling with a racoon or,” I pause for dramatic effect. “Or a skunk!”
“Oh, my God! My boyfr…” she clears her throat, “baby. I know he’s not my boyfriend, Callan. Stop looking at me like that and help me find my baby.”
“Yeah, good idea. You go downstairs and look around outside. He’ll come if you call him and I’ll stay here in case he comes back.”
“Good idea. I’m glad you’re like a spy or whatever.”
I smiled then closed and locked the door behind her. I could hear her jumping down the stairs two at a time while she called her dog’s name, and I stalked to the bed where paradise awaited.
Jordan was always a beauty, but tangled up naked in bed, she set my cock on fire. I groaned as I pushed my erection down for comfort, but kept it trapped in my shorts for now. Then I heard her moan my name as she flipped to her stomach, the sheets pooled between her legs. I stood dumbfounded as I watched her raise her hips as if she were looking for my cock to take the ache away. Was Jordan having a wet fucking dream about me?
She kicked the covers completely away from her body and I gently lowered myself to the mattress as her fingers found her wet flesh and she groaned louder.
Jesus. Fucking. Christ. I may come in my fucking pants.
When Jordan moaned my name again, she was clearly distressed and in need of sexual release. I couldn’t watch her struggle to get herself off when this was what I had wanted all along.
I lay down beside her and slowly let my fingertips touch her smooth skin. A whoosh of air escaped her as she began to settle into my touch, the familiar one that she knew, even in sleep, would bring her pleasure. Her head went back when my thick fingers swept hers away and she parted her legs more.
I couldn’t help but to inhale her scent from the crook of her neck. Then when the coolness of my tongue swept behind her ear and I nipped at her shoulder, she started to wa
ke. Her eyes were sleep filled, and it took her a moment to process that I was in her bed and my fingers were the ones parting her swollen pussy, no longer her own.
“Callan?” she breathlessly asked. “What are you doing?”
“Giving you pleasure. Let me make you come. You want my fingers, baby, or my mouth.”
“Oh, God! Yes!” she moaned as I sank two fingers deep inside her hot wetness. “So much thicker than mine.”
I moaned as I thought about sinking something a hell of a lot thicker than two of my fingers into her tight pussy. “I know, baby. I’ll make it good. Relax. Tell me what you need.”
“Fuck me with your fingers, Cal. I need to come. So close.”
I smiled and swept her damp hair from her brow with my free hand. “I got you.”
I added a third finger forcing Jordan’s body to buck off the bed. When I crooked them and rubbed that rough patch, she’d told me, only my fingers can find, she screamed out my name and my cock throbbed painfully in my shorts.
“Jordan, you’re going to make me shoot in my pants with those sounds.”
“Oh, fuck!” she sighed when I pressed the pad of my thumb on her hard clit.
“Come for me,” I demanded as I started circling over her nub. “On my hand then I’m eating that pussy until you come all over my tongue.”
That’s all it took for her to explode and coat my fingers in her release.
I worked her through her orgasm, pumping my fingers in and out, slowing them down to ease her back to reality.
Jordan’s hands flew to my hair, and her pleasure took over. I could tell she wasn’t thinking her actions through, and there was a great chance she’d regret them in a few minutes and hate me for this, but a desperate man takes what he can get.
I reached behind my head and tore my T-shirt from my body, then I gave her what she wanted, and I took her mouth, my tongue swiping in for a taste of her. My hands held her hips down because the grinding against my cock was really going to make me embarrass myself in no time. “Jordan” I sighed into the kiss then pulled back and pulled her lower lip in to suck on it for a moment. Once confident that her lips would look damn well kissed all day, I headed south.
I licked between her ample breasts, running my tongue in a circle around each nipple before nipping at them with my teeth.
Jordan arched and begged for more. “Please, I need your mouth.”
“Where, baby? Tell me where to put my mouth to make you feel good.”
“On my pussy. Callan, lick my pussy.”
I flew down her body and parted her folds. Before diving in for the sweetest taste in the world, I locked eyes with her and ran my nose up her slit then inhaled her scent.
“Holy fuck, that is so hot,” Jordan said then remembered she shared a room with her sister. She clamped a hand over her lips and looked in the direction of Jenny’s bed. “Where are Jenny and Beast?”
“Downstairs,” I mumbled into her pussy then sucked her clit into my mouth and her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she forgot all about her sister and that fucking dog.
“I want to fuck you so bad. I’m not kidding when I say that I might come in my pants.”
“Your mouth first. I want to come in your mouth.”
I took my time and lapped at her pussy, long slow strokes up and down her wet flesh. Then I plunged my tongue inside her entrance and fucked her with it, curling it at the tip and flicked at her inner walls.
“I’m coming again,” she announced. “Fuck!”
Jordan filled my mouth with her flavor, and I savored every second of her orgasm. My hands held her hips in place and forced her to work through each wave of pleasure as she thrashed and begged for my mercy.
“Beg for my cock,” I demanded as I released my dick. It was heavy in the palm of my hands as I wiggled out of my shorts.
Jordan maneuvered to her knees and looked up at me from under those lush lashes of hers only a second before I lost myself in the heat of her mouth.
Her lips encased me, and I swear I shocked myself when I didn’t come on that first stroke.
“I’m not going to last,” I warned. “Been too long and you feel so fucking good. Make me come,” I begged with my hands in her hair and my hips undulating, frantic for my climax.
“Jordan!” I heard Jenny yell as she shook the doorknob. “Open the door. Callan, are you in there? Why is this door locked?”
Jordan pulled off my wet cock and the coolness it caused sent a shiver through me. Knowing I was about to have the worst case of blue balls if she didn’t finish me off before Jenny tells her what I did, I plead with her. “Baby, please don’t leave me like this.”
“What did you do?” Jordan asked with venom in her voice then pulled the blankets around her body. “You’re such an asshole. I never should have…”
“I can’t find Beast anywhere!” Jenny cried. “I need your help.”
“Oh, my God! You are so fucking pathetic. Go get her dog,” Jordan yelled at me with a finger pointing to the door. “Now!”
“Like this?” I asked, looking down at my poor dick. My balls were so heavy I doubted they’d fit in my boxers. “Please, Jordan. Just another second and I’ll come for you.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? Get out!”
She tossed my clothes at me and reached for the fucking notebook I wish I had seen and looked through before fucking her with my fingers and mouth only to be left with the worst case of painful balls in the history of the world.
With no other choice, I sighed and dressed while begging her to talk to me. “Jordan, if you can just let me explain.”
“That’s all you’re ever asking for, Callan. Just shut up and get my sister her dog then go home. I’m not speaking to you.”
Knowing I wasn’t going to change her mind, I turned to leave. But I turned back as I let Jenny in the room. I swiped my tongue over my lips and moaned in Jordan’s direction. “I made a mistake. I never wanted to end things with you. I loved you then, and I love you now, Jordan. I just didn’t know how to handle you and my job. I need another chance.”
Jordan pulled in air, then stood and walked to the bathroom. “Maybe you should have started with that instead of kidnapping my sister’s dog so you could fuck me.”
“What?” Jenny screamed and took my attention away from Jordan long enough that she slammed the bathroom door in my face then locked it. “Oh. My. God! I’ll give you anything, just don’t hurt my baby.”
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my oven mitts.
Jordan spent the rest of the day and into the early evening flirting with every guy at the picnic. By the time Elliot asked me if I wanted to help with the fireworks, I was ready to go home and put an icepack on my junk.
“So did you give Jenny her dog back?”
“That’s the question you have after all of that?”
Colleen laughs. “Well, I guess I should offer you that icepack too.”
“I need it more for my ego than my dick,” I admit as I shift in my shorts because my dick is killing me. “She spent the day flirting with those four assholes living there. She threw herself at them in front of Ace and Elliot and made me look like an asshole. She made what we had seem trivial and spent the day writing shit about me in that notebook.”
“Hmm,” Colleen hums. “Sounds like your picnic wasn’t any more fun than mine.”
It takes Colleen until the change of seasons to finally admit to me that she had a summer fling with the ex-NBA player that has shown up in Falls Village and hired me to keep the media at bay while he stays hidden from the limelight. But she doesn’t do it without making me face and share my own feelings.
“I know insecurity when I see it, Black,” she says using my last name even though she never usually does. “I look at it every day in the mirror and yet,” she shrugs, “here I am with one of Olivia’s pastries on my plate alongside my tea instead of going for that walk that Dr. Hughes thinks will help clear my head and keep my heart from stopping. What
he can’t understand is that my heart stopped beating years ago.”
“I’m not insecure,” I say, but then as the thought percolates, I take that statement back and correct myself. “I’m confident in my job.”
“I’m not talking about your job, Callan. I’m talking about in life. Your history of social inadequacies make you question every move you make. Your early years without friends, makes you vulnerable to your friends now. You don’t want to lose them. You’re allowing Jordan to take advantage of that. She’s in love with you and stringing you along. Maybe she’ll take you back,” she shrugs, “maybe she won’t, but what she’s doing to you now isn’t fair.”
“You speaking from experience?”
Colleen nods then tells me what she’s never told anyone before. “I loved him, and he left. I always knew he’d pick the sport that he was raised to love over me. I had a way to hold him here, but I didn’t want him like that. I decided not to hold our daughter over his head.”
“You never told Teyler that Taylor was his,” I correctly guess.
“No, and I never told her either, but Dr. Hughes thinks it’s time.”
“Maybe I should call him, Dr. Hughes.”
Colleen shrugs again. “Just please don’t speak about this to Teyler or my daughter. I’m not ready yet.”
I hadn’t realized that Colleen and Teyler had spoken or that she knew I was hanging out with the ex-NBA star.
“He’s here for you,” I state.
“He’s mentioned something along those lines.”
“Well, I hope he has better luck with you than I’m having with Jordan.”
After Colleen chews me out for not telling her that Teyler was in town and I was working with him, I inform her that Teyler will be moving in with me later in the day.
“No more sweets for you,” she teases as she leaves me sitting alone at the counter of Spill the Tea.
Chapter Eight
I began seeing Dr. Hughes on Coleen’s recommendation, and though he seems slightly distracted at times, he’s offered me very solid advice. I’d needed it after the Fourth of July picnic from hell that had begun with me locking Beast in a crate and bringing Jordan to two orgasms and ended with her accepting a date with Christopher while Jenny accepted the same invitation from Michael. “Yay, a double date!” Jenny had cheered while smirking in my direction. She was more than happy to get her revenge.