Page 99 of Endgame

All this man has to do is be near me, and I’m a goner. I can’t stop the giggles that slip from my mouth, holding onto this carefree moment between us. In seconds, Callaway lifts me in his arms, wedding style, and carries me towards my truck.

“Put me down, you big boob.”

“Big boob? Now that’s a first. I did always think I was a breast guy. That is, until I met your ass. And what a pretty one it is.”

His lips have yet to miss a sensitive spot on my neck. I’m breathing in soft pants like a woodland deer. He escorts me like nothing can phase him.

“We’re at work, Callaway…we have to stop before I jump your bones five feet from Leggins’s car.”

That got him to stop—not to hold himself off but to launch full send into laughter. His full-body laugh takes place in the silence of the parking lot, and my heart bursts on the spot.

I’m making him laugh, and the sound is honey on his lips.

Is this what it feels like tolovesomeone? To love someone in stillness and chaos.

I know now that what Trevor and I had was nothing but an illusion. He wanted to have his cake and eat it too. He wanted my body ready for him at his beck and call without the strings to my heart, while I just wanted him.

Callaway has exceeded my expectations on how a relationship between two people is a team effort; both sides give and take, protect the other's heart, and the pursuit never stops. Maybe I didn’t love Trevor in the way he needed, but I know now he was never my person.

“Let’s go get burgers. Some of the team is meeting up atBurger Bros, and I’m starving.” He swiftly kisses the side of my head and rounds his Jeep to open the passenger door for me, ignoring my truck entirely.

“You sure are bossy today, Mr. Hayes. Who’s to say I don’t already have plans?”

I say that, but I’m already in his Jeep securing my seat belt.

All bark and no bite.

He settles into the driver's seat and directs his undivided attention to me. “Would you rather I eat your sweet pussy, angel? I can flip you over right here and run my tongue through your slit. I guarantee I’ll find it soaked for me. Isn’t that right? Is your pussy soaked and waiting for my tongue, beautiful?”

I can’t think straight when he talks like this.

But yes. He’s right. I’m drenched, and I want him to take care of it for me—to ease the ache that’s been torturing me for months.

I’m all but moaning, squirming in my seat. It’s a good thing I’m wearing a dress today because there’s no doubt my devious sexual appetite would ruin my pants.

“You think too highly of me. Don’t tempt me, Cal. I won’t say no to you.”

He reaches across the seat to drag his fingers softly across my thigh; the lightness of the touch sends my body into delirium. I can’t stay still, and Callaway finds pleasure in it.

His voice changes tone to one filled with agony. “I don’t think I can resist you any longer.”

The tension in the Jeep snaps in one deep breath, breaking all reservations and replacing it with carnalneed.

My mind is not my own as I watch Callaway rush to unbuckle my seatbelt and lift my body like it's the lightest thing in the world, sitting me on his lap. He stills for asecond, clearly holding himself back from the hunger taking up space between us.

“Do you trust me?”

With everything I am.

I nod my head, words audibly lost on me.

That seems to be the only go-ahead he needs before wasting no time in yanking my dress up to my waist and gripping my hips with his strong hands.

The tattoos on his forearms accentuate his thick veins, likely from all the pitching drills he devotes himself to, making his grip strength lethal. But he’s not hurting me—his handle on my body is more like a claim.

I want him to mark me.

“Here’s how this is going to go.” Oh my God, I can’t wait for this. “You’re going to move that thick sexy ass up my chest and sit on my face. Lock those pretty thighs tight and ride me. I’ve been waiting months to have my fill of you. You will let me have you. Understood?”

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