Page 54 of Pinky Promises

He shrugs and leans in so that he is just a few inches away from my face. “I think it’s quite comical.”

He’s trying to goad me and get me to say what is, but I know where he’s going with this, and I’m not falling for it. I try to step away from him, but my back hits the front entrance of the gym. The sharp pain of the handle hitting my lower back causes me to release a slight hiss.

“You know, you almost had me fooled that night when you said you weren’t already sleeping with him.”What?

“Mark my words, no man will ever want you—not evenhim. He’ll soon realize how much of a terrible lay you are and get bored and move on. Then you’ll have no one. What a pity.” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip, but I have the complete opposite feeling instead of being turned on like I am when Callum does it. I swallow down my scream. The words stall in my throat to tell him that he’s wrong and that I have moved on. But why even bother. He doesn’t deserve an explanation. He doesn’t deserve the details of my private life when he’s not a part of it. He made damn sure of that when we broke up. If anything, I should be thanking him. If it weren’t for him breaking up with me, I wouldn’t have needed a date, and, well, we all know where that led us.

“Ready to go, babe?” Wannabe-Barbie appears at Spencer’s side. If she keeps frowning like that, her face might get stuck like that. What a pity. Is she jealous? Oh, honey, there’s nothing I want there. Yet once again, my words are nowhere to be found. So, I just continue to stare.

Spencer steps back from me and loops his arm around her shoulders. “See ya around, Brynn.” With that, they exit the gym and turn right.

I lean back against the door and exhale. I need to get out of here. I am so irritated—at Spencer for this, at me for not making a scene. But what good would have become of making a scene at my work? Is that what he wanted? When I finally catch my breath, I see a few of the guys that Spencer used to work out with standing near the front desk, smirking with me. Did Spencer do that on purpose, knowing they were there? God, was he always such a dick?

I stomp and let out an aggravated growl before spinning on my heel and rushing out the door. Thankfully, I head in the opposite direction they had just left toward the staff parking lot.

I make it to our apartment in record time, which is quite impressive since my mind was anywhere but on the road. Spencer Abbott consumed my thoughts, but not in a good way. Instead of causing a major scene, I bet this is what he wanted, for his words replay over and over, sinking their sharp teeth into me.

No man will ever want you.

Not even him.

He’ll get bored and move on.

Callum is nothing like him—or any man he describes.

I can make him happy. I have the ability to make him happy—to make this last. All I have to do is say so. We haven’t discussed the rules since that night, yet slowly but surely, Callum has knocked down my barriers, and I’ve broken my own rules.

No kissing in public? Check.

No sleeping in the same bed? Check.

I enter the apartment and slam the door shut in frustration. I’m having a bit of déjà vu to the last encounter I had with Spencer Abbott.

“Woah, where’s the fire?” Cal says. I look up to find him sitting on the couch, his body twisted to face me. “Food’s here. You want to shower first?” He is relaxed with his laptop in his lap and his feet up on the coffee table.

I approach him with a fire in my soul and desire in my eyes. He sets his laptop on the couch beside him as I drop to my knees.Fuck yes, I’ve never been so excited about gray sweatpants and the fact that he owns a few pairs.Gray sweatpants are the equivalent of yoga pants for guys—super comfortable to wear, super sexy to watch on the opposite sex, and easy to pull down.

“Brynn, what are you—”

I stroke him slow and steady over the material. His cock begins to harden under my grip.

Cal’s eyes flutter closed as he throws his head back. He thrusts his cock further into my hand and lets out a groan.

I slip my fingers under the band of his sweats and free his erection. It’s thick and hard, resting against his abdomen.

I can feel his eyes on me, and when my gaze meets his, new wetness coats my panties. There’s as much fire in his as in mine. I grip the base of his shaft, never breaking eye contact with him, and explore the underside of his shaft with my tongue down to his balls and travel back to the tip.

He shudders when I slowly draw him into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the tip.

“Oh my God, your mouth is fucking heaven.” I would love to be inside his head to hear his thoughts as I move my mouth up and down.

“Take it deeper,” he says in a hushed tone. I do, and his breathing becomes harsh. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”

I want to touch him everywhere. I want to taste him everywhere—to run my tongue along every ripple of skin.

My own body is aching for release—to get lost in our pleasure and forget the world around us. While one hand continues to work in tandem with my mouth, the other hand travels down my body to slip into my panties and begins working my clit in circular motions. I moan around Callum’s shaft, chasing my own release, and with each vibration, he shoves his cock deeper down my throat. I began to gag, and drool pools down his shaft, dripping onto his balls.

I could stop and tell him to be gentle, but that’s not what I want. I want him to come. Ineedhis release.

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