Page 91 of Scrape the Barrel
“That feel good, baby?”
“Yes,” I breathed.It felt fucking amazing.
The angle mixed with the fullness of him had my core tightening as soon as he began thrusting again.
My hand fisted in the sheets as I reached between my legs with the other to circle my clit.
His hand gripped my hip. “That’s it. Touch yourself for me. Bring yourself to that edge and let go.”
As his speed increased, so did my fingers. That blissful sensation built between my legs as he thrust deeper into me. I knew he could feel it, too, because he groaned as it built.
I let the pressure build, the sweetness pooling in my center, and then I did as he said. I let go.
I screamed his name, my voice muffled by the pillow. With my name on his lips, he buried himself as deep as he could go and filled me, collapsing over my body. He held himself up so he didn’t crush me as he came down, and I was thankful he didn’t move yet.
I’d miss the fullness of him inside me once he was gone.
He kissed the crook of my neck, then moved his lips to my shoulder blade, and placed a final kiss on my spine beforepulling out. My hips lowered to the bed as I stayed flat on my belly, and he wrapped an arm around me, laying his head on my back.
“In every sense of the word, you are breathtaking, Sage McKinley.” His jaw moved on my back as he spoke, his finger tracing a circle right above the curve of my ass.
“You are, too, Callan Bronson.”
He let out a small scoff and I moved, twisting so that I was on my back and his head was now on my stomach. I reached down, cupping his cheeks with my hands so he’d look up at me.
“Not just the physical features. Though, you are great to look at. But your mind, your heart, your empathy for everyone around you. You’re so much more than what meets the eye, and I hope you always stay true to that.”
He swallowed, then scooted up to press a slow kiss to my lips.
But it wasn’t just his lips on mine in that moment. It was the two of us telling one another that words couldn’t sum up the feelings we were growing for each other. How it didn’t matter if we were laying in this bed or out in the world—we’d be there to bring the other up when they were down.
We’d be what the other needed us to be while being completely ourselves, because me and Callan? We were two souls trying to find another for the longest time, and the universe finally gave us that chance.
It was finally giving us our happily ever after.
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Sage
“Thank you for finishing these last night and feeding Pudding her dinner,” I said as I stretched the plastic wrap over the top of the glass dish.
“Of course. I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted baking lessons,” Callan replied.
I let out a snort. “Yeah, yet your instructor fell asleep while they were in the oven.”
He set his cup of coffee on the counter and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. “You needed the sleep.”
He was right. After barely getting any the night before, it was nice to feel rested this morning after waking up next to him. The lingering scent of pastry and cinnamon clung to the air when I emerged from the bedroom, and I wished I could wake up to that every morning.
“So, are you doing Avery’s party the weekend before or after her birthday?”
I’d gone back and forth on what day to do it because of the fair being the next weekend. Avery would be taking part in it with the horse rescue, so I didn’t want her burnt out.
Making sure the edges of the plastic wrap were held down tight, I twisted in his embrace to drape my arms loosely around his neck. Avery’s birthday landed on a Friday this year, so we’d have a nice dinner of her choosing that night, but the real celebration would be the next day. “The Saturday after.”
“Perfect,” he said, sliding his arms back to rest his hands on my hips. “Speaking of weekend plans, would you want to go on a few rides at the fair after the parade?” His cheeks turned the slightest shade of red with the question.
“With you?” I asked.
