Page 13 of Marginally Yours
I squeeze again, a little tighter than before, and she lays her head back again. The fingers she has wrapped around my forearm hook deeper in, the nails definitely breaking skin, like she's trying to hold me in place.Don't worry, troublemaker. I'm not going anywhere.
Based on the slickness coating my hand, I decide she's waited long enough. I plunge two fingers inside her, twisting so my thumb presses on her clit, and the gasp she lets out could burn me alive. I slowly work my fingers in and out, filling her as far as I can and stroking her walls on the way out. I move my thumb in small circles in time with the fingers she's currently strangling and her hand flies up to cover her mouth just in time to mask a muffled scream.
She swivels her head, frantically looking for anyone who might have heard her, but I genuinely couldn't give a fuck less if someone hears us. Or sees us. I feel like I should, because no one else deserves to experience her like this. Fuck, I don't even deserve it, but we'll revisit that when I'm not currently three knuckles deep in her.
Faint laughter rings out from across the parking lot, followed by the music and chirps of arcade games. Callie freezes, her gaze shooting to the entrance with wide eyes. “Shit,” she mouths, eyes locked around my shoulder on whoever just came out. I pause, ready to stop if she asks, but she clamps down on my fingers as her eyes slowly driftfrom the interlopers back to me. She nods, urging me on, and goes back to watching over my shoulder. I’m not sure if she’s afraid they’ll catch us or hoping they do, but a car door closes in the distance, and her eyes are back on mine and full of heat.
She tenses, arching her back and pressing into my hand. I release the pressure on the sides of her throat and move my hand up to cup her chin, tilting her face away from mine and trailing light kisses up the side of her exposed neck and jaw. As soon as the blood starts to rush back to her head, she tenses again, falling apart against me and biting down another moan. I thrust both fingers as far into her as I can and hold them there, rubbing slow circles with my thumb while she rides out the orgasm.
Overly sensitive, she twitches with my movements and grabs at my wrist. I withdraw, placing a kiss on her temple. She goes entirely limp against me, so I release her jaw and gently turn her back to face me. Her hands slide up to my face and her eyes are lust-drunk and hooded as she stares up at me, a sated smile forming as she comes back down to reality. But I'm not quite done tormenting her, and I'm definitely not sated yet.
She reaches for my belt, but I stop her with one hand, meeting her gaze as I bring the other hand - the one covered in her - to my mouth. Her gaze turns molten, and neither of us blinks as I suck them clean. Her mouth parts for a moment and then she's pulling me down to her by my collar with intent to devour. Our tongues clash, and I'm sure I taste like her, but that seems just fine with her by the small moans I'm muffling with my own.
She tries to reach for me again and I stop with a hand around her wrist. I pull back and rest my forehead on hers so I can process rational thought for a second before speaking. I lean back just far enough so she can see my lips because I don't want to be farther than her than I absolutely have to be.
"Unless you want the whole state to know what we're up to right now, we're gonna need to pause the game here." I smooth her hair down and plant a kiss on her forehead. "To be continued."
"To be continued," she repeats with an absolutely feral grin, her gaze dipping down to my painfully hard cock before opening her door and ducking into the car. "Let's get going, then. It's a long,harddrive home," she tosses over her shoulder with a look of pure mischief aimed directly at thehardpart of the drive.
Oh, I am so fucked.
Chapter Nine
The drive back to town is spent with my hand on Callie's thigh. She laces her fingers through mine and thank fuck I don't need to shift because I don't think I could bring myself to pull my hand away. She leans sideways in her seat so she can see my face, her free hand propped on her elbow and fisted under her chin. The first few minutes of the drive are quiet. I feel like I should be panicking about that, but it's a peaceful quiet. Not an "I regret that" quiet.
Every time I glance over at her, her smile gets a little bigger. I give her thigh a light squeeze and turn towards her.
"So," I start, dragging the last letter out a little longer than necessary. I'm definitely procrastinating. She tilts her head, waiting for whatever dumb shit is about to fall out of my mouth and surprise us both. Suddenly my mouth is drier than the fucking Sahara. I clear my throat and try again. "It's not too late. Is there... uh... anywhere else you want to go tonight?" I immediately wince becauseare you fucking kidding me? That's the best I could come up with?Whatever, it's too late now.
Please say my house please say my house please say my house please say
"Well, I'm off tomorrow too, so I don't have to be up early," she muses, unfurling a finger from her fist and tapping it to her lips. "Oh, I know! We could do the Seven Wonders!"
Not what I had in mind, but definitely better than calling it a night. I can work with that.
"Well, the park closes at dark, so that knocks out the trail, the gazebo and the dog park. We already ate, so we can save the Mexican restaurant for next time." I realize too late how presumptuous that last part was. I steal a quick glance at her to gauge her reaction, but there is none. Just her eager smile.
She mentioned earlier that she wantedusto go see the cows, so I guess it wasn’t as presumptuous as my anxiety is telling me it was. Not to mention the fact that I was inside her ten minutes ago. But she spent an entire evening with me and she's still anticipating a next time. Something in my chest squeezes tight.Haven't fucked it up yet, lover boy.
"You've obviously already been to the bookstore," I continue, but she interrupts me.
"The cows!" She's practically vibrating with excitement, and I can't help but laugh.
"The cows unfortunately have a bedtime, unless you want to add a B&E to your record," I explain. She sticks that bottom lip out again in a pout and my brain ever so kindly graces me with a mental image of her wrapping those lips around-
SPRAY BOTTLE. NOW.
I manage to downgrade the ensuing groan to a heavy sigh. I adjust my jeans as discreetly as possible butof courseshe clocks the motion again. Her eyes shoot back to mine and her pout morphs into a smirk, one eyebrow arching.Damn it.
She slowly unlaces her fingers from mine and glides them up my forearm. I stop her with a look, and she halts, hereyebrows scrunching together in confusion. Shit, this is the second time I've stopped her. She thinks I'm rejecting her.
“Callie, listen,” I say with a sigh. "If you so much as look in my direction like that right now, I have absolutely zero faith in my ability not to wreck this car and kill us both," I blurt out, sliding my hand under hers and lacing our fingers back together. I lift our hands up and press a kiss to her knuckles before laying my palm back on her thigh. I've decided it lives there permanently now. I'll file the change of address tomorrow.
"Oh," she exhales, pink creeping up her cheeks again. I'm starting to worry about her blood flow at this point.
"Yeah,oh.Troublemaker," I tell her with a smirk, and she gives my fingers a squeeze. "Anyway, that leaves us with one option."
Her eyes widen as she realizes where we're going. "But, how? I thought you had to check with your cousin first?" I toss her a look of mock offense.
