Page 32 of The Alpha's Surrogate

The orgasm ripped through him, and he pressed Josie’s head downward into him. His back arced and his whole body rocked hard. He kept her head pressed against him even after he finished, twitching slightly. She didn’t protest.

After what seemed like an eternity, he allowed his hand to drop to the side, and she raised her head. He looked down at her, his breathing ragged. He shook his head, then allowed it to fall back on the couch.

“Now we’re even,” she whispered in his ear. “Take me upstairs.”

He got to his feet and steadied himself on the back of the couch as the vertigo hit. He stepped out of his pants and picked her up gently. She wrapped her legs around him and rested her head on his shoulder.

It was going to be a long night, and he doubted either of them were going to be sleeping much, if they slept at all.

Chapter 13 - Josie

Josie stirred slowly awake. A soft breeze blew through the open French doors, ruffling the linen curtains. Warm sunlight peeked into the room through the gap in the curtains, painting her pale skin golden.

She blinked and blocked the light with a hand. Her eyes felt hot, as if she’d slept only a few hours. Her head felt fuzzy and her mouth was dry and papery. She licked her lips, but her tongue felt rough, like a sponge.

Worse, she felt worn all over, like she’d fallen down several flights of stairs. She groaned and shifted in bed, and she felt movement behind her. She startled in shock and an arm draped over her waist, pulling closer to her.

Of course. She relaxed a bit as the pieces of the last few hours connected in her mind. Callahan didn’t wake up, but his snoring intensified, a rumbling sound like a waterfall.

His hardness pressed against her behind brought flashes of the previous night to her mind. Goosebumps dotted all across her shoulders and arms and she shuddered at the memory. As much as she hated to admit it, last night had been completely amazing.

She smiled and sighed contentedly, moving deeper into the curve of Callahan’s body. He made a sound and pulled her closer, burying his face in her hair.

They were both naked, the sheets a tangled mess around them. The covers were bunched up at the foot of the bed, and some parts of the mattress were exposed. Last night had been…intense. She couldn’t think of a better word for it, and she didn’t bother trying.

This feels wrong, she thought. This feels wrong, but I don’t want it to stop.

Last night, after the yoga class, she’d taken all her inhibitions and locked them away somewhere deep. She’d never felt such a burning desire before for anything. Callahan’s body rubbing against her the way it did had set her on fire, and she remembered feeling as if she would burst apart if she didn’t let it out.

He had tried to exercise some control. She didn’t let him. She knew as well as he did that they both wanted each other. They had tried their hardest for weeks, and they deserved some credit for holding out as long as they had. But she couldn’t hold out any longer.

When they were together the first time around, intercourse hadn’t been a big part of their relationship. She enjoyed it as much as every other woman, but she hadn’t been too interested in long bouts of it.

That was until last night. They had gone at it for hours, tirelessly, and with a hunger that seemed to worsen the longer they went. Callahan had carried her up to her bedroom and the bed had looked cool and inviting.

First, they’d gone into the bathroom together. She had brushed her teeth while he kissed her neck, gently massaging her breasts in circular motions. She felt him harden behind her and closed her eyes, white foam dripping from the side of her mouth.

With practiced ease, Callahan spread her legs apart and bent her slightly over the sink. She looked at him through the mirror and his eyes burned. The look on his face terrified her and aroused her in equal measures.

He slid a hand between her legs, and when he brought it back up, it was dripping wet. Then he smiled and guided his shaft slowly into her. He was huge. She couldn’t describe what it felt like when he was inside her, but she loved it.

His thrusts were slow, and his moans were guttural. She barely managed to spit out the toothpaste, but couldn’t find the necessary wits to rinse her mouth. She gripped the edge of the sink and arced her back.

Callahan slid further in and made a satisfied sound. His thrusts got harder, his groin slapping hard against her butt. The sound echoed like gunshots around the massive bathroom, draining out her whimpering cries.

She felt every motion he made, his shaft ripping in and out of her, pressing on her walls. When her legs gave out, he held her up, pounding relentlessly. She felt her eyes roll into the back of her sockets and cried as she climaxed.

She collapsed against the sink, shuddering as her walls pulsated. Callahan’s hardness throbbed inside her, filling her up. She really didn’t want him to stop. But she didn’t know if she could go further.

He leaned forward and kissed her back, then whispered, “You owe me one.”

His words filled her with dread and anticipation. She wanted to get lost in the moment, to lose herself in pleasure, giving everything she had to satisfy him, as much as he was working to satisfy her.

They kissed in the shower, cold water running down their heads, washing away the sticky sweat from their bodies. Callahan’s hands roamed endlessly up and down her body, like a curious child with a new toy.

How long had he been dying to touch her like this? How hard had it been for him to hold back and keep his hands to himself? All she knew was that it had been hard for her too. Her legs were tired and her insides felt twisted in knots, but she wanted more of him.

They had spent the next four hours going at it, till everything hurt. Josie didn’t know when she’d fallen asleep, and a large part of the rest of the night was jumbled in her mind, as if she was trying to peer through a thick wall of fog.

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