RETURNING FROM THE STUDIO, I found Cal’s hotel room empty. That was perfect for what I had planned.
Natalie and I had stopped off at a boutique that carried Lucy’s lingerie line, Arabella Reign, and bought an outfit I knew would drive Cal wild. Lace bra and panty sets were the extent of him seeing me in s*xy lingerie, so he was in for a real treat tonight.
Throwing the latch on the door in case he came back while I was getting ready, I flew into action.
Hopping in the shower, I made sure to keep my hair piled high atop my head and dry. Shaving every inch of my body—careful not to nick myself—I then gave my skin a quick wash. Drying off, I took a few minutes to apply the heavier makeup I usually reserved for the club.
Pulling my hair loose, the few minutes tied up in the steam had given it a beachy wave look. Walking naked into the bedroom, I smiled, thinking about how surprised Cal would be when he found me wrapped up like a s*xy Christmas gift.
Plucking the excessive amount of tissue paper from the shopping bag, I removed the black one-piece teddy and put it on. The top featured a stretchy see-through lace halter top. At the waist, the material switched to satin and was no longer transparent. The bottom looped through my legs as a thong, with a black satin bow tied right above my ass.
Glancing over my shoulder into the full-length mirror opposite the bathroom door, I bit my lip.
I looked like a high-end hooker. He was going to love it.
Quickly unlatching the door, I hustled to the bed, arranging myself in a way that looked effortless and s*xy—”looked” being the operative word. Holding this position for too long might become an issue.
Maybe I could hurry him along if he knew I was waiting for him.
Eyeing the door, I scrambled off the bed to snag my phone from my purse. Settling back into the uncomfortable yet seductive pose, I took a picture of my bare legs, careful not to give too much away.
Opening my texts, I attached it and typed out a caption.
It’s awfully lonely up here. *Biting lip emoji* Maybe I’ll just take car
business my
When the reply from Cal was instant, I had to stifle a giggle.
Big Dick Asshole: On my way. Don’t you dare start without me!
Tossing my phone on the nightstand, I reclined in a way that pushed my breasts against the thin lace covering them. Barely contained as they were, one wrong move, and we’d have a nip-slip situation.
My heart was racing, and I forced myself to calm my breathing when I heard the digital sound of the lock disengaging at the door. Placing a hand to my stomach, I tried in vain to quell the butterflies flapping so hard I feared they might break free. Never in my life had I surprised a man like this. I’d never wanted to before.
Before. That was the word Natalie had emphasized earlier.
It hit me like a ton of bricks that I didn’t want to think about the past anymore. The path forward was much more appealing.
There wasn’t much time to process that startling thought, as the door opened and closed right before Cal came into view. The moment he saw me spread out and waiting for him, he stopped dead in his tracks.
“Holy fuck,” he breathed out.
I held his gaze as his blue eyes darkened. When the shock wore off, he scanned me from head to toe.
Darting my tongue out, I moistened my lower lip. “Like what you see? Thought maybe I could thank you for throwing together an amazing afternoon
for me.”
I ran the fingertips of my hand up my bare sternum, between my breasts and back down again to my navel, drawing a groan from deep within Cal’s chest.
Stalking to where I lay, spread out on the bed, his voice dropped an octave. “My motives were purely selfish. Being able to hear your voice in my ear anytime I want? That’s a dream come true.”
Leaning down, Cal caged me in with his hands on either side of my head. I knew what I said next had the power to set him off, to release the s*xual beast I craved. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like a more private vocal recording?”
Growling, he pounced on top of me, pulling the lace covering one breast to the side before dipping his head and feasting on the sensitive flesh of my neck while he plucked the nipple between his fingers. My back arched, begging for more. I was already on edge from imagining what he’d do when he found me, and now that his hands were on my body, I was ready to burst into flames.
Reaching his free hand between my legs, Cal found the scrap of satin covering me there slippery. I was so ready for him, moaning when he pushed the fabric aside and slid a finger deep inside me.
“More,” I begged, breathless as my body bucked against his hand. I didn’t just need more. I needed everything with him.
Cal rewarded me with a second finger as he ground his palm against my swollen clit, and a gasp tore from my throat.
Barely able to think past the blinding pleasure building between my thighs, I tugged at the hem of Cal’s shirt. I needed to feel his skin on mine. Now.
Pulling back enough that I could tear the shirt over his head, Cal took a moment to scan over my body again, his blue eyes liquid pools of desire. I moaned, turned on further by the way he looked at me—like he wanted to devour me whole. I would let him, no questions asked.
His voice was low and gravelly. “Was this expensive?” He gripped the lace covering my upper torso in one fist. “Because I really want to rip it off your body.”
My toes curled hearing him so close to losing control. “Very,” I breathed. “If you rip it, you bought it.”
A sharp tug and the lace fell away, his striking blue eyes never leaving mine. “Worth it.”
That back part of my brain couldn’t shut off, even now, and I teased, “Don’t think I won’t rat you out for blowing your fortune on ruined lingerie if the reporters ask me.”
One corner of his lips quirked up. “Tell them anything you want if that means you’ll claim me as yours.”
Oh, fuck.
All the air left my lungs.
He wanted me to claim him publicly? Did that mean he wanted to claim me? There wasn’t time to overanalyze his statement as he moved down my body,
continuing to rip the fabric as he went until I was laid bare before him. Not wasting any time, Cal lowered his mouth between my legs, feasting on me like the world was ending and this was his last opportunity to taste me there.
Hands fisted in the sheets by my sides, I was barely hanging on when he reached both hands under my ass, lifting me up to his face as he staked his claim.
We both knew my pussy belonged to him. No man would ever live up to the way Cal made me feel in and out of bed.
Was that love? I still wasn’t sure.
While my mind was busy thinking, my body coiled tighter and tighter as Cal’s magic tongue worked through my flesh with expert strokes. I didn’t care that he’d spent years honing his skills with other women—he was here with me now. I was the one he came home to every night.
The idea of being the object of his undivided affection sent me over the top, and my body lurched off the bed as my orgasm crested, taking me by surprise. My thighs shook as Cal eased me down with gentle licks before crawling up my body, rocking his jean-clad erection against my bare flesh.
Squealing, I tried to get away. The rough texture of denim against my overstimulated clit was too much.
“I need you.” The words were barely audible over static sound in my ears.
You knew an orgasm was good when your hearing went out. “You already have me.” Cal’s voice was fuzzy above me.
“Please.” I wasn’t too proud to beg. Aching for our bodies to be connected consumed me. Nothing else mattered in this moment.
The unmistakable sound of a zipper lowering broke through my haze, and I sighed in relief. Slamming home in one strong thrust, we both groaned. Cal lowered his head to the crook of my neck, and I clutched at his back, trying to get him closer. The intense stretch upon entry still had the power to surprise me. I fucking loved it, though.
Lifting my hips, letting him know I was ready, my hands slid into his thick blond hair, tugging gently. Raising his head, eyes locked on mine, he rocked his hips gently. The intimacy of eye contact during s*x was almost too overwhelming. I fought against the urge to close my eyes—to lose myself in the pleasure we created when our bodies merged.
I heard a buzzing, but it sounded distant. Hell, everything did as pleasure extended outward, permeating every cell in my body.
Throwing my head back, I focused on the way Cal’s thrusts were maddeningly slow. Moving my hands to his ass, I slipped them under the loosened waistband of his jeans, relishing the feel of his tight glutes flexing as his hips pumped.
The idea of me naked while he still wore pants was hot. Where was a mirror when you needed one? This girl needed a new lock screen pic.
Urging him to pick up the pace, I heard his chuckle from above. “Patience,” he grunted.
Thrashing my head against the pillows, I panted, “No.”
Dropping his forehead to mine, I could tell it tested the limits of his restraint to keep the pace slow and steady. If his goal was to drive me insane, it was working. The way we were going, he could keep me riding the edge of release all night. Fortunately for me, I knew he wouldn’t be able to hold off that long.
Tugging his mouth down, I slid my tongue inside, deepening our connection. Battling back, his tongue mimicked the slow motions of his hips. I desperately wanted to demand that he ravage me already but knew telling him what to do would only make him do the opposite. Cal didn’t take orders from anyone, least of all me.
Writhing beneath him, our slick bodies slid against each other. Cal might be taking the long road tonight, but the destination was the same—each stroke drove me closer and closer.
Almost there.
“Right there.” My voice was hoarse. “Don’t stop.”
Tightening my pelvic floor, I clenched around Cal’s cock, trying to throw myself over the precipice. I could feel it, teasing me, just out of reach.
“Do that again.” Cal’s strained words sounded in my ear.
As I was gearing up to put my years practicing Kegels to good use, a knock sounded at the door, and we both froze.
We were in Cal’s room. No one could know that I was in here. Even if I hid in the bathroom, the room was sure to smell of s*x.
Our heads turned in the direction of the door, and my mind went to a place of optimism. Maybe it was Jaxon, or better yet, Natalie. It was almost dinner time. No one would think it out of the ordinary to see the four of us eating together— Cal was Jaxon’s best friend, and I was Natalie’s.
Knock knock knock. “Cal, are you in there?” Fuck. It was my dad.
Cal began to move away from me, but I locked my ankles around his waist, gritting out, “Pull out, and I scream.” I was less than a minute away from climax, and not even my dad was going to rob me of that.
His blue eyes widened. He knew I was crazy enough to do it.
Sorry, dude. I spent too long being denied orgasms. There’s no way in hell I’m letting this one go to waste.
Clearing his throat, Cal’s voice still held a husky tone. “Yeah, Coach.”
Biting my lip to keep quiet, I clenched around his cock. Burying his face in my neck, Cal couldn’t silence his groan in time.
“Are you all right in there, son? I tried calling you. It’s not like you to be late for a leadership meeting.” Concern laced my dad’s words.
Gruffly, Cal replied, “Give me five minutes.” Oh, no. He wasn’t going to rush through this to hang out with my father. Concentrating, I clenched as hard as I could, and his strangled voice called out, correcting his earlier statement, “Ten! Ten minutes!”
That was better. Not great, but I could live with it.
“You sound strange. Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”
Jesus, Dad. Take the hint and go away!
“Just a little stomach issue. I won’t be long.” Okay, Cal got props for having some blood left in his brain to think quickly on his feet.
You could almost feel the grimace on Dad’s face as he responded, “Take all the time you need.”
Silence followed, and Cal glared at me from above.
“Start praying he’s far enough down the hallway because you’re going to pay for that,” he growled.
An angry Cal was my favorite in bed. Before I could respond, he reached around to unlock my heels from behind his ass. Looping his elbows beneath my thighs, he bent me in half, changing the angle and making me gasp.
“For that little stunt, forget ten minutes. You’ll be screaming while my cock punctures your lungs, coming in sixty seconds flat. Enjoy.”
Goddamn, he had a way with words. Some women didn’t appreciate the fine art form of dirty talk, but it made my heart sing. It also didn’t hurt that Cal could back his words up with actions—they were an ironclad guarantee.
The first slam made me cry out. The second made me scream. By the third, I was ready to beg for mercy as the air was forced from my lungs. Not that I ever would. I’d waited my entire life for a man who could bend my body to his will and bring us both to the highest heights of pleasure.
Besides, I knew from experience that once this train got moving, there was no stopping it.
I didn’t have my timer handy, but before long, an orgasm tore through me with the force of a freight train, and my uncontrollable screams filled the tiny space of the hotel room. Cal pounded into my pussy three more times before baring his teeth and roaring his own release. It almost felt like a contest to see who could be louder after narrowly escaping discovery.
Releasing my legs, Cal rolled to lay beside me on the bed. Our chests heaved, trying to draw in air after the intensity of the past few minutes.
“That was close,” I croaked out.
Great, my voice was almost gone. How loud had I been?
Letting out a shaky breath, Cal turned on his side to face me. “Almost seemed like you wanted to get caught.”
Closing my eyes, I confessed, “Maybe I do.” When I was met with silence, I forced myself to look at him. Expecting to see anger in his eyes, I could have sworn I saw understanding in their blue depths.
Sighing, I explained, “Sneaking around was fun in the beginning, but now I’ve practically moved into your place and you’re sending me to recording studios . . . And I don’t know.”
Rubbing a hand over his nearly invisible five o’clock shadow, he mused, “I’m tired of hiding, too. I want the world to know you’re my girl, but it’s complicated.”
“I know.”
“Your dad is going to be pissed. Most of his wrath will fall on me. He will say that I should have known better. I’m more than willing to take the heat, but I refuse to let it affect the team.”
He was trying to shield me, but I couldn’t let him do that. “I would never ask you to take him on alone. If anyone is to blame, it’s me. I came to your penthouse that night.”
Cal cupped my jaw. “Contrary to popular belief, I do have self-control. I could have sent you away.”
“Sure . . .” I flashed him a smirk.
Shaking his head, he was used to my antics by now. “How about this? We make it to the end of the season, and we go to him together.”
Together. I liked the sound of that. “Okay,” I agreed.
Sitting up, Cal looked back at me, boneless on the bed. “Need me to carry you to the bathroom before I take a quick shower?”
Barely able to manage a shrug, I smiled. “No, I think I can manage.” Pausing, he countered, “What if I wanted to hold you close a little longer?”
My heart fluttered. How could I say no to that? The bottom line was that I couldn’t.
“Okay.”
Rounding the bottom of the bed, he bent down before looping his arms under my body and cradling me against his chest. Never had anything in my life felt so right.
I might not know a lot about love, but I couldn’t imagine it being something more than what I was experiencing here and now with Cal.
Hadn’t seen that coming.
