Page 138 of Puck Princess

I let out a deep groan.

She whimpers.

“I want to stay here. Inside of you. With you.” I push her hair back from her forehead as I drive into her. “But I can’t stop.”

“Please don’t,” she begs.

“You feel too good.”

She’s nodding in agreement, her eyes closed and her head tipped back. She’s arching her hips and taking me deeper, fluttering around me until I’m not even trying to hold back.

I pick up speed, her legs wrapped around me, and we both come the fuck undone.

Three minutes later, we’re more or less put together and standing in the kitchen.

“Your pants are still unbuttoned.” She touches my pants, which has me itching for another round already.

“You should see your hair,” I tease.

“What’s wrong with my hair?” Callie attempts to use the sheen on the microwave as a mirror.

Nothing at all. She is perfect.

Suddenly, the door opens and all the guys walk in.

Heath looks slowly from me to Callie and back again. “Hey, Sharpe… if you’re not too busy, we got plans.”

“Busy doing what? We aren’t busy. We’re just chilling.”

So smooth. And so obvious.

Lance bites back a smirk, and I want to pop him in the face.

“What numbnuts here is trying to say is,” Dax cuts in, “if ya’ll are done fucking each other’s brains out, we want to hit Pour Boys for a celebratory beer.”

Callie tucks herself behind me. I can practically feel the heat of her cheeks through my shirt.

“I can’t just leave my own baby shower.”

“Why not?” Lachlan asks. “We ate, you opened gifts, we know you’re going to have a girl. You need a beer. Hell, I need a beerforyou.”

“I think he’s going to need more than one,” Heath agrees.

“Guys, I can’t?—”

“Go.” Callie turns around. Her hair is noticeably smoother than it was a second ago, but she still looks as gorgeous as ever. “For real. You deserve it, and I’m worn out anyway.”

“I bet she is,” Heath mumbles. Lance elbows him.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” She nods, and I can tell she means it.

Dax gives Callie’s shoulders a little shake. “Best wifey ever!”

Then I’m ushered away in a wave of pre-gamed hockey players.

As we load into Heath’s three-row SUV, I glance back and see Callie standing on the porch.

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