In Good Company: Chapter 35

My heart races in my chest as I rush through the double doors that lead from Cal’s porch into the kitchen. I can hear him running after me, but I don’t look back.

I run as fast as I can, my laughter echoing off the walls of his house as I run down the hallway. I don’t even know where I’m going; I just know I’m trying to prevent him from catching me for as long as possible.

It doesn’t work. I’m halfway down the hallway that leads to his room when his arm snakes around my waist.

“Got you,” Cal growls against my ear.

“I really didn’t mean to get your clothes dirty,” I tell him, my lips twitching with a smile he can’t see from behind me.

His chest shakes against my back with a throaty laugh. “That might be true, but you knew exactly what you were doing when you got me all wet.”

Taking me by surprise, he grabs my waist and spins me to face him. In one fluid motion, he steps forward and presses my back into the wall.

My eyes flick down to where his wet shirt clings to the outline of his toned abs. I swallow, my throat suddenly feeling dry at the sight. “I was just trying to help you get clean,” I offer in my defense.

Cal leans in. My lips part eagerly, waiting for him to kiss me. Something about him chasing me was hot. Or maybe it’s the way the fabric of his shirt sticks to all of his defined muscles that has desire coursing through my veins. Either way, my pulse spikes eagerly as I desperately hope this is the time he finally lets things progress between us.

He doesn’t kiss me. Instead, he teases me by bringing his lips centimeters from mine before pulling away. His eyes flicker down to the muddy handprints on his shirt. “The shirt doesn’t seem any cleaner. I’m still dirty, but now I’m also wet.”

I try not to smile as dirty thoughts run through my head.

As if he can read my mind, Cal’s hand finds my inner thigh. “I think it’s only fair if I return the favor.”

I moan at the scratch of his fingertips on the tender skin there. It hasn’t even been two weeks since I’ve felt him touch me like this, but I’ve missed it. We’ve kissed plenty of times…countless times recently. But he’s done everything in his power to keep it from going even a baby step past making out.

It seems like the wait has been just as hard on him as it’s been on me. He wastes no time snaking his hand up my thigh and running his pointer finger over my aching clit through the thin fabric of my panties.

“Are these satin?” Cal asks, a choking sound coming from his throat as his fingers glide over the fabric.

I nod, my back arching off the wall at finally feeling his touch again.

I’ve missed it way more than I want to admit to myself.

“Yes,” I pant as he inches a fingertip underneath the fabric. “I’ve been wearing cute underwear for weeks, hoping that something would happen between us again.”

He presses his lips to mine as a sound of approval comes from deep in his chest. His tongue traces the seam of my lips as he inches a finger inside me. He kisses me deeply for a moment before pulling away just far enough to speak. “Fuck. Now it’s going to be my mission to see what panties you’re wearing every day from here on out.”

I want to laugh, but I’m too caught up in the feeling of his thick finger sliding all the way inside me to actually do it. “Don’t make empty promises,” I tease, feeling bolder than I typically do. Something about him encourages me to be this way. At first, I felt uneasy about Cal bringing out this sassier side of me, but now I’m happy he does.

Cal kisses along my jaw, and I moan at the way he playfully nips at my delicate skin before easing the pain with his tongue. “Trust me.” His lips continue to trail along my skin as his finger works in and out of me. “I’m a man of my word. Every day now, I need to know what panties you put on just for me.”

He falls to his knees slowly. On his way down, he trails kisses down my body through the fabric of my dress. Once he’s on his knees, he keeps his eyes pinned on me as he lifts my leg over his shoulder.

My entire body trembles at the sight in front of me.

Cal on his knees. His wet clothes stuck to his body, showing off his perfectly defined muscles. The way his hair falls in his face as he stares at me with so much lust makes me eager for what’s next. With my leg propped over his shoulder, he kisses the inside of my thigh.

“You wear these dresses and tennis skirts so often, they’re such a tease,” he says, using the hand not holding my thigh to push up the fabric of my dress.

“They’re comfortable,” I tell him, lifting my hips from the wall as he hooks his fingers into the side of my panties and begins to slide them down my legs. He moves my leg off his shoulder only long enough to get rid of them completely.

“Fuck, I missed this pussy,” he mutters. The words are said gruffly but quietly, almost as if they were said to himself instead of to me.

He looks up at me from his spot on the ground. For a moment, my eyes flutter closed at the sight. Never did I think I’d have Callahan Hastings on his knees for me. I keep them closed for a moment, giving myself time to gather my composure before opening my eyes again.

It’s the most perfect sight.

His piercing blue eyes are darker than normal, lust clouding them as he leans in and swipes his tongue against me.

I moan. The acoustics of the narrow hallway make the sound much louder than it was…or maybe I really am being that loud. I can’t seem to care. Not when he slides his finger back inside me at the same moment his tongue circles my clit.

I sway on the one foot I have steady on the ground, my body too focused on what he’s doing between my legs to stand up straight.

Cal’s grip on me tightens. He slides one hand to my ass and squeezes. The movement presses me to his mouth as his tongue expertly works against my clit. He then pins me against the wall, ensuring there’s no chance of me being unsteady again.

His finger speeds up inside me.

“You taste so fucking good, baby,” he tells me, lifting his head to meet my gaze for a moment. “I missed it.”

A rush of wetness pools between my thighs at the sight of me glistening around his mouth.

“You could’ve tasted me again a while ago. You were the one stopping it from happening.”

A low growl comes from his throat. “I know, baby. I’m sorry. Do you forgive me?”

I moan at the softness of his tone. There’s something about the way he said those words and seeing him on his knees in front of me, his lips wet with my arousal, that makes them ten times hotter than they’d be in any other scenario.

“Maybe,” I tease. “Only if you forgive me for ruining your shirt.”

His eyes flick down to the muddy handprints on his shirt. “Ruin anything you want of mine, Lucy Rae. If it ends with you moaning my name and my face between your thighs, you can destroy every material item I own.”

He doesn’t wait for me to respond. He fuses his mouth to me once again, and my head falls back against the wall with how good it feels.

Everything’s different with Cal. In no time, the familiar buildup of tension and desire is seconds away from tipping me over the edge. It doesn’t take long for the tension to snap and for my screams to ricochet off the narrow walls.

Cal makes sure I ride out the entire orgasm before he pulls his mouth from me. “Those moans were sexy. I’ll have to work harder when I finally fuck you though. Your next orgasm will be around my cock, and I want it to be my name that’s falling from your lips.”

I suck in a breath at his words.

Does that mean we’re finally going to have sex?

A shiver runs through my body at the idea. “Cal,” I get out, not knowing what to say.

I didn’t know it was possible to be so desperate for another human being. I’ve never felt desire or lust like this. I’ve never wanted someone inside me as badly as I want to feel all of him.

I’m still trying to figure out what else to say to him when he stands up and places his hands on my ass. In one easy movement, he lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his middle out of instinct.

“I’ve done everything I can to be patient with you, Lucy,” Cal begins as he kicks the door to his room open. “It’s taken everything in me to try and do things right. But I’m desperate for you. I can’t hold back any longer. Tell me, can I fuck you?”

I moan at the way he says fuck. I didn’t know a word could be so sexy, but coming from his mouth, it’s the sexiest word to exist. “Yes,” I respond, my hips moving up and down to get some kind of friction.

Cal gently places me on his bed. His hair sticks out in different directions from where I must’ve grabbed onto it when he was eating me out. “I’m so fucking relieved to hear you say that,” he croaks, his brilliant blue eyes scanning over me. “Can I see you?” he asks, his voice quiet. “All of you?” he adds.

I nod, my skin heating at the thought of being completely naked in front of him.

“Only if I can see all of you,” I answer, my words coming out just as hoarse as his.

He smiles and takes a step back, his eyes appreciatively roaming my body. “Clothes off, Lucy baby. Now.”