Page 59 of Pinky Promises

Chapter 24

Callum

“Holyshit,dude,”Ashershouts from beside us as we make our way up the stone pathway that leads to my childhood home. People turn their heads at his foul language, but it just makes me roll my eyes.Yeah, because I’m sure you people have never said the word “shit” before.

“Asher!” Hadley scolds. The sound of her smacking the back of his head causes everyone to laugh.

“What? I’m just saying.” He turns his attention back to me. “I knew you were rich, but I feel like I should be on an episode ofLifestyles of the Rich and Famous.” More like rich and fake.

My jaw tenses at his comment. “I’m not rich.” Brynn squeezes my bicep with the hand that’s not already looped in mine. She knows how I feel about that. Asher means well; he just lacks tact and a filter. Basically, he and Hadley are the exact version of each other in the opposite sex.

“This sure as shit ain’t poor.” He waves his hand around us at the lavish house in front of us.

“No, I mean I’m not rich. My father is—big difference.” And it is. I’ve earned every penny I have.

Asher doesn’t get a chance to respond as we enter the house and my father’s housekeeper, Imelda, greets us. Imelda has been the housekeeper here since before I was born. To me, she’s more than a housekeeper. When my father shut down, she took on the roles of nanny, tutor, and parent. Whatever I needed, Imelda was there. And I know she meant a great deal to Brynn as well. Imelda’s warm chocolate chip cookies are what I miss most about this house.

“Mr. Murphy, Miss Macallister.” She nods, and I give her a smile in return. “Always a pleasure.” I believe her words since it’s accompanied by a genuine smile, unlike all the people in attendance tonight. We could fill the forest with the number of sticks shoved up these fake people’s asses and feed the hungry with all their silver spoons.

“Hi, Imelda,” Brynn greets her with a warm hug, proving my point further. “These are our friends Ben, Lexi and Asher Harrington, and Hadley Kincaid.”

Imelda nods and gives a small curtsy. “Yes, of course, lovely to meet you all. May I take your coats?”

I strip my coat off and watch Brynn do the same.

The silky red material slips from her shoulders, revealing her supple skin. My eyes travel down the length of her body, watching how the fabric of the black sequin gown conforms to every curve of her body. She must feel my eyes on her because she glances over her shoulder. With hooded lashes, she nibbles on her bottom lip before giving me the same seductive smile she greeted me with when she appeared in my bedroom doorway just before we left the apartment.

She spins to face me, and I catch the perfect view of her cleavage with the front dip of her dress. She clears her throat to bring my eyes back to meet hers. I take her coat and hand them both off to Imelda.

I extend my elbow to Brynn, and she loops her slender arm again through mine. I place my hand over her soft skin and run my thumb back and forth. I smirk at the goose bumps forming under my touch. I love how responsive she is, even when we aren’t naked.

“Ready for this?” she asks as we begin to make our way through the crowd, our friends close behind.

I lean down, brushing the loose curls over her shoulder. “No, I’d much rather sneak off somewhere and have my way with you.” Honestly, the last place I want to be is here, but having Brynn by my side alleviates any nerves I have about attending. My father should likely be too busy schmoozing to seek us out.

She sucks in a breath, affected by my words. I begin to list all the places I want to take her mentally.

“Callum,” she more or less pants, giving away just how much she wants that too.

“Yeah, yeah—I know. Schmooze now, fuck later.” I watch her throat bob as she visibly swallows deeply. I’d much rather watch her do that with my cock in her mouth.

We approach one of the many bars set up around the house. I step up behind Brynn, caging her in with my arms. With her slim body pressed against mine, it’s getting harder to hide the effect she has on me.

The volume of the crowd makes it slightly harder to hear, but I keep my voice low from those close by yet loud enough for her to hear me. “But I bet if I slid my hand under that dress, I would find your pussy so slick that I’d have no problem sliding my cock in and out of you.”

Brynn’s hand slams down on the wooden bar top, whereas just a moment ago, it was raised, signaling the bartender.

“You all right?” Lexi turns. Her eyes bounce back and forth between us, and I just give her a closed-lip smile.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine,” Brynn all but squeaks out. I dip my head to hide my chuckle.

Lexi hums before turning back to her conversation. Brynn pushes back, pressing her ass up against my growing erection.

“Think you can behave for just one night, Callum?” She twists her upper body so that she is now looking at me.

“Only if you make it up to me later.” We unconsciously moved closer to each other. All it would take would be a soft breeze or someone to bump into me, and my lips would be on hers.

She stands straight, running her hand down her dress, and I step back quickly, adjusting myself, when Lexi turns to face us once more, handing Brynn a glass of champagne and me a tumbler of dark amber liquid.

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