Page 78 of Playmaker

It tooka few minutes to come back to myself. I could hear Callie, the sound of her panting breaths mingling with mine. When I looked over, her eyes were closed, her hair spread over the pillow. I liked that image. There was so much passion behind that prickly exterior.

There was still a pink flush over her face and upper body. Her chest rising up and down and those glorious tits.Incredible. She was incredible. I wanted to wrap her in my arms and hold her till we could do this again.

I finally pulled myself to a sitting position on the side of the bed, checking that my legs were going to function. I didn’t want to leave her, but I had a condom to deal with. I looked back and her eyes were still shut. I went to the bathroom and chucked the rubber.

I washed my hands, saw my reflection in the mirror. There was the same flushed skin on my neck and chest as Callie. My beard had started to grow in a five o’clock shadow. That would have left marks on Callie, which my hindbrain was pleased to consider. My hair was a mess. I took a moment to straighten it out, the pink on my skin fading.

I’d marked Callie, but she hadn’t marked me. Until the end, she’d still held on to some of her control, keeping me out. I threw some water on my face and swallowed a few mouthfuls, then returned to the bedroom.

Callie was back in her bra and underwear. She was folding her dress in her arms. Anger and disappointment shot through me.

I leaned against the door frame of the en suite. “Leaving?”

She fussed with her dress. “I’ll get back to my room. We’ve got another day of your family tomorrow.”

Something clenched inside. “There’s no rush.”

“I need to wash off this makeup, and my stuff is in the other room.”

But I want to sleep with you in my bed. I couldn’t let those words out. I didn’t even know where they came from. I always slept alone, and normally I was the one taking off after sex.

Maybe that was it, the reason for the disappointment. Pride, or ego or something, because she was leaving first. My family always fucked with my head, and she was probably right. Better not to complicate this. “Sleep well. Rehearsal dinner tomorrow with a new bunch of assholes added to the mix.”

She stood for a moment, frowning at me. Had my tone been off? I had to get myself together before more family interactions tomorrow.

She drew in a long breath. “Right. And um…you were right.”

“About?”

Her cheeks turned red. “It was good. It was really good. So, like, five-star review.”

She fled then, while I stared after her.

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Callie

Five-star review.

I was so…stupid at this kind of thing. But I had to get away. Best sex of my life, bar none, but now my head was messed up and I almost felt like crying. I definitely didn’t want to wait for the suggestion that I should leave, since I might have burst into tears, which would have been incredibly embarrassing.

I needed to talk to someone I trusted. So I stripped out of my pretty underwear and showered. Once I was in my shorts and T-shirt, ready to sleep, I called Darcy. There was no answer the first couple of rings. I’d checked his schedule so he wasn’t working. Maybe he’d gone to sleep early?

“Callie? That you?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“How was— Put me on video. I need to see you.”

I checked that I was decent, as decent as the old clothes could be, and switched to video.

“Callie, are you okay?”

“Sure.”

He shook his head. “No, that’s not your okay face.”

“I have an okay face?”

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