Page 39 of Pinky Promises

Chapter 16

Callum

“Hey,stranger.”Armswraparound my shoulders from behind. I look up to find Zoe smiling down at me. I pat her forearm and hug her back.

“Hey, thanks for being able to meet up with me.” I called Zoe earlier today and asked her to hang out. She had mentioned that Maclaren’s, the local sports bar near the college, was having their pizza and beer night. It was an offer I couldn’t refuse.

“You know I always have time for you—you’re my favorite.” She winks, and I can feel the sarcasm dripping off her tone as she sets the strap of her bag across the back of the chair. She pulls her feet up under her, sitting pretzel-style when she sits down. Her tiny frame allows her to sit like that in pretty much any and every chair. I’m pretty sure if I tried to sit like that, you’d be calling 911 to help move me.

“So, how was the wedding. Tell me everything. A part of me is sad I missed it because I saw some of the photos, and it looked amazing. Especially the photo you posted on your Instagram—you know, with a particular brunette bridesmaid.” She rests her chin on her fists and waggles her eyebrows.

“Should I be worried about how concerned you are about my sex life?”

“Will you stop avoiding the fucking question already and talk? Wait, nothing I said in that sentence mentioned your sex life.” She narrows her eyes at me before they widen like saucers. “Oh my God, oh my God,” she chants like she just won the lottery.

I sigh. “Will you chill, crazy? I’ll get to that.” She pouts but relaxes. “The wedding was beautiful, absolutely perfect.”

She clasps her hands together over her heart and sighs to the side like a cartoon in love. “And…”

“And I had the most amazing night of my life.” Wow, I sound like one of the girls. I glance down to my lap and, unbeknownst to Zoe, cup my junk to make sure it wasn’t replaced with a vagina. I play it off by adjusting my pant leg once I confirm my dick is still there.

I don’t take back what I said, though. That night with Brynn was thebest night and morningof my life.

“Yes,” she shrieks, and I’m pretty sure I, along with anyone in the close vicinity of us, am now deaf. I playfully jiggle my ear with my finger. She backhandedly slaps my chest. “I knew my plan would work.” Her smile quickly fades, and she purses her lips together. She holds her hands up and pauses. “Wait, hold up. Why are you here with me, then, about to drink cheap beer and eat shitty pizza and not home with your girl.” And Zoe being, well, Zoe pelvic thrusts, resembling Ace Ventura. She does it so enthusiastically that she nearly falls out of her chair. Once she catches herself, she resumes her position in her seat.

The waitress, who can’t be much older than Zoe, chooses that moment to approach our table. Zoe turns as red as the apron wrapped around the waitress’s waist, and I can’t stop my laughter.

Once we place our order for two pizzas and a pitcher of beer, the waitress leaves us again.

Zoe sinks back in her chair. “Wow, that was embarrassing. I’m pretty sure that girl is in my psych class.”

“You only have yourself to blame.” I chuckle.

“Okay, so now that sustenance is on the way, let’s circle back to why you’re spending your evening with me.”

I go on to explain what happened after the reception and, to Zoe’s dismay, leave out important details that only need to be shared between Brynn and me, but mainly how I left things in her court. Things were going fine at brunch afterward, but something happened on the drive home. Brynn became extremely quiet. Had reality finally set in, and she regretted what happened between us? I’ve given her space and haven’t broached the subject. I’m not entirely sure where her head is at with us, and I don’t know what to make of the shift in things.

Instead of fantasy Brynn in my mind, it’s the memory of her bucking against my tongue that has me coming in my hand when I know she’s not around. A man can only take so much before he snaps. And I guess coming home from work this evening was my breaking point, the icing on the cake, so to speak, that landed me here with Zoe instead of being home with Brynn.

As I walked into the apartment after a long day at work, the first thing I saw was Brynn’s round ass up in the air in a downward dog position. The material of her bright-colored leggings clung to her small curves, and her shirt hung by her head, revealing her navy sports bra. Well, l at least I was far enough away that I couldn’t see her nipples through the thin material. But thanks to our weekend escapades, I could picture her nipples, hard under the material.

I blinked a few times and rubbed my eyes with the bottom of my palms as I remained frozen in the doorway, the front door still open for anyone to see as they passed by in the hallway. I was clearly dreaming. Did I hit my head on the drive home? Brynn’s ass was served up to me on a silver platter. My dress pants became tighter the more I stared at her in this position.

Things had been, well… weird since we got back from the winery. It wasn’t that it bothered me that we hadn’t talked about what happened, let alone done anything else. Okay, maybe it had a little, but it bothered me more that it just didn’t seem like us. It’s like we were dancing around each other, avoiding each other almost. She had picked up a few more classes at the gym this week, and while she had claimed it was to make up for the ones she had taken off for, I thought otherwise. There had been a heavy thickness in the air of the apartment, ready to suffocate us both if we didn’t acknowledge it.

I wondered what she’d do if I walked up right behind her now and pressed my very prominent erection against her ass. Would she push me away? Would she tell me that she’d thought about me just as much as I’d thought about her?

I closed the door with a little more force than I intended, and the vibration rippled throughout the apartment, startling Brynn. She finally noticed me just as she changed positions into a cobra. This position wasn’t much better than the last. All I could think about was Brynn arching her back as I devoured her. I wanted her hands threaded in my hair as I licked every drop of her orgasm off her. I was so fucked.She removed an earbud, and I heard the music blasting from it. I swore one of these days she’d go deaf with how loud she listened to music to block out the world.

“Hey, sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.”

I tossed my coat and work bag on the bench by the door and pretended to search for something in my bag while I willed my cock to deflate.Come on, think of terrible things—bugs on the front of your vehicle after a long road trip, grandparents banging, toenail clippings.I fought back the gag trying to come up, but it did the trick after repeating it over and over. By the time I spun to face her again, my dick had softened enough that she would only be able to tell I was hard if she was up close and personal.

“Rough day? You look tense.” Her tone was full of concern, and how did I say that “I’m tense because all I can think about is your pussy—tasting it, touching it, filling it with my cum.”

“Yeah, something like that” was the only polite response I thought of at the time.

“Uh-oh, boner alert,” Zoe sings.

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