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My hands fall off her hips. “Fuck yes.”
Her fingers dig into my chest and she leans down. “I know I said I wanted you to take control, but I think I want a little.”
“Baby, I lost control the moment you moved in next door.”
Callie arches back, clawing her nails down my torso. “Why don’t you take another picture.”
My fucking pleasure.
I grab the camera and look up at my gorgeous girl. She’s close already, I can feel it. “I’ll take the picture as soon as you come, Callie.”
A wicked smile comes to her face and her hands go up to her hair. Fuck, I thought she looked good bouncing on my dick before, but now she’s putting on a damn show. She’s going to kill me. Callie Reyer will be the fucking death of me, and I’m not even remotely scared of her blaze.
When her pace picks up, I raise up the camera with one hand, then tease her tits with the other.
Callie’s head falls back with my name on her lips and the moment I feel her climax take over I take the picture, then flip us over. Her nails dig into my back as I tear her apart. And with her name now my prayer, I pour into her.
Now I know precisely what she meant earlier—my soul has completely left my body, but the only difference is, I don’t expect mine to come back. I’m pretty sure I’m lying on my soul now.
I start to push up on my hands, but Callie wraps her arms back around me. “Hold on. One more picture, please?”
“Anything you want.” I kiss her temple. She reaches for the Polaroid and holds it around my back.
Sliding to the side slightly I grip her chin. “Take it now,” I tell her then kiss my soul.
Practically dead to the world after the night Callie and I had, I’m dying to hit snooze just one more time on the alarm.
But when I hit the small alarm next to me the pounding continues. Fuck, is someone knocking? The clock reads just a little after seven, so it’s not like I’m late for pictures today.
Aimlessly I walk up to the door, throw on my pants, and rip it open to find Beck on the other side. “Fuck, man, what’s with the loud knocking?”
And the moment the words leave my mouth, and I see the look on Beck’s face, I know I’ve fucked up.
“Well, considering this is Callie’s room, the real question is, what are you doing here?” Beck tries to hold in a laugh. “I was coming over here to ask her if she’s seen you. Guess I got my answer.”
Beck’s laugh starts getting louder.
“Beck, shut the fuck up.”
But he doesn't, his laugh continues on.
“Will!” Callie whisper-shouts behind me. I turn around to find her wrapped up in a sheet and panic in her eyes. “What the hell is going on? What are you doing?”
Grabbing Beck by his shirt I yank him inside to get him out of that damn hallway before he gets the attention of anyone else.
“Good grief,” Callie mumbles under her breath.
“Hey, Callie Bear, I like your sheet.” Beck’s grin is a mile-wide and as much as I’d like to punch it clean off, this mess is my fault.
“Hey, watch it, man,” I snap, then step around him into the bathroom to grab Callie’s robe. Draping it around her shoulders, I help her get covered while she looks up at me with sad eyes.
I have to fix this.
The bright side is this could at least give us an answer as to how serious this rule is.
“Okay, I get how this looks.”
“Oh, I know exactly how it looks. The claw marks on your back and chest don’t really leave much room for interpretation.” Beck turns to Callie again and looks her up and down with a smirk. “It feels like Callie Cat is more fitting now. I might change?—”
