Page 55 of Pinky Promises

I continue the movements until I feel his body tense. “Brynn, fuck! Shit! I’m going to come.”

I don’t know if he meant that as a warning or not, but I ignore him and keep going with one goal in mind. Finally, he erupts in my mouth, and I swallow every last drop of his release.

I sit back on my heels and wipe my mouth with my thumb. I rise to my feet and move his laptop from the couch to the coffee table. When I settle on the sofa, Callum is still in the same position: cock out and coated with my saliva, pants by his ankles and hands linked, resting on the top of his head.

I let a giggle slip past my lips, and he finally snaps back to reality.

Cal lifts his hips to bring his pants back up. “Not that I’m complaining about that welcome home greeting, but you care to explain what that was about? I’m pretty sure the world could have been burning around us, and you would have had all your focus on sucking my dick.”

I feel myself beginning to close up, the complete opposite of the girl that just walked in here on a mission. I pull my knees up to my lap and look anywhere but at Cal.

His hand grazes my cheek, turning my attention back to him. “Hey, don’t go all shy on me now, B. You were just massaging my balls with your tongue.”

My cheeks flush at the reminder. It’s like I’ve become a different person when I’m with Callum. All of my fears and worries go away. He’s treated me like a goddess and given me a newfound confidence in myself. If only that confidence hadn’t run away when faced with Spencer.

“Did something happen between when we hung up and just now?” I nod. “Talk to me.” His thumb caresses my skin, and I lean into his touch, seeking comfort.

“After we hung up, I saw Spencer.”

Cal’s eyes go dark, and his jaw clenches. I can feel his body tense where his skin meets mine. “He was just trying to get under my skin. I guess he overheard the end of our conversation and was just trying to start shit.”

“Brynn,” he warns. “What did he say?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Hey, it does matter. You’re upset. I’ll be damned if even after weeks after you two broke up, Spencer thinks he has the power to hurt you.”

“He was just saying that he was right that something was going on with us and that no one would ever want me because of this.” I motion my hands between us. “He also tried to say that—” I don’t get the chance to say that even he would leave because Callum’s lips are on mine in a punishing pressure. I get lost in his kiss, in his touch. He moves us so that I’m now on my back and he is lying over me. Our tongues dance together. When we break apart, he rests his forehead against mine.

“Don’t ever letanyonediminish your worth. You, Brynn Macallister, are going to make some man very happy one day.” My smile fades at his words. Some man—why not him? Has he changed his mind about us? Can I not make him happy? Spencer’s words begin to creep back in my mind slowly.

“Now, take off your clothes,” he commands, and all thoughts leave my brain at his tone. I obey, never able to tell this man no. As soon as the last of my clothes hits the floor, Callum lifts me into his arms, and I wrap my legs around his trim waist.

The outline of his rigid cock strains against his sweatpants, pressing against my pussy.

“What about the food?” I shout as he carries me down the hall and turns into his bedroom. Guess we can always heat it back up because food is the last thing on this man’s mind.

“There’s plenty of time for food, but right now, I’m hungry for you.”

He drops us both on the bed, his weight nearly crushing me into the mattress in the best possible way. His lust-filled eyes rake over my body. He trails kisses down my stomach around my navel before settling between my spread legs.

This is what I need to take my mind of everything and just live in the moment.

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