“The least,” I say with a laugh. “I wasn’t sure, Callan.” I glance at him, wanting to be open and honest here.
“There’s one thing I’m sure of, and I can’t quite forget it.”
“What’s that?” I ask.
“This morning. I remember what you said you’d be willing to do in exchange for a cup of coffee.”
“What did I say?”
“Oh, just something about my cock in your mouth.”
“I don’t believe I’d ever say something like that,” I tease and wet my mouth.
“You did, and stop licking your lips like that. You’re making me hard. I can’t walk into your parents’ place with a boner.”
I put my hand over his hard cock and a tortured groan curls around me. “The ridiculous things I say before my morning cup. I’d pretty much agree to anything.”
“Are you saying it’s not something you want to do?”
His cock jumps beneath my hand as I lightly stroke it. “No.”
He grins. “Is it something you want to do?”
I lean into him. What I’m about to do is reckless, and inappropriate, but I like who I am with Callan. I pop his button and lower his zipper.
“What the fuck, Gemma.”
I blink innocent eyes at him. “We can’t have you walking around with this monstrosity in front of my family.” Before he can get a word out, I bend, and he sinks to the back of my throat. I grin as he pounds on the steering wheel and curses under his breath. “That is so fucking good.”
I smile as I give him pleasure, liking the way I make him feel, how encouraging his words are. I go deep, and slide my hand around his base, massaging gently. One of his hands lands on my head, his fingers raking through my hair as his hips lift an inch.
“I need to stop the car,” he says, and I moan in agreement. I work my mouth over him, my lips tight around his crown before I take him to my throat again.
“Fuck, Gemma,” he growls out. “You are so good at that.” His words bolster my confidence, and while this is not the time to think of my ex, I can’t help but think about his behavior, the way he kept me down, even belittling me in the bedroom.
His veins bulge, thicken in my mouth, and he groans louder. “You’ve got me right there,” he growls. He tries to pull my head away, but I don’t let him. I bob up and down, slide my hand into his pants to cup his balls. They tighten in my hand as I rub them gently, and his fingers grip my hair tighter as he lets go in my mouth. I drink him in, swallow every last drop. Using my tongue, I twirl it around his crown, and when he finally stops spasming, I slowly lift my head.
Callan has one hand on the steering wheel, gripping so hard his knuckles are white, and his eyes are closed, like he’s in total agony. My heart leaps, and I start to second-guess my actions.
“Callan?”
He exhales and slowly opens his eyes. My worry dissipates when he casts me a glance and slowly shakes his head. “Yeah?”
I laugh. “Are you okay?”
“Of course I’m not okay,” he says with a laugh. “You just gave me the best blowjob of my life, in a car, on Main Street.”
“So, you liked it?”
He chuckles, puts his hand around my head, and draws my mouth to his. “I loved it,” he whispers into my mouth before giving me a deep, passionate kiss.
“Good, because I loved doing it.”
“Tonight, I’m going to show you what I love doing,” he says, a promise in his voice.
“Ooh, can’t wait.”
“Although it might be weird having sex in your parents’ house with them in the other room. It’s like I’m a teenager again. Sneaking around for sex.”
“I’ve actually never done that.”
His brow quirks. “Really, well then we need to change that.”
“I think it will be fun.”
“I know it will be.”
With darkness surrounding us, he starts the car, and is about to pull into traffic when a police car passes us. I don’t miss the way the driver is glaring at Callan. I just know something bad is going to happen, and I don’t have to be a rocket scientist to know who’s behind it.
“Who the hell was that?” I ask and brace myself.
“He’s coming back,” I say, as the car spins around and the lights go on. “This is not good, Callan”
“It’s okay. We’ve not done anything wrong.”
“That still doesn’t mean you’re not going to be harassed. I’m sure Brad told his colleagues to keep an eye out for you.”
“I have no doubt.”
“This is why I just left, Callan. I didn’t want to face these kinds of things.” I grip my hands and wring them. “I’m so sorry. I never should have involved you.”
“Hey,” he says and covers my hands. “It’s going to be fine. I can handle a little harassment and at least he’s picking on someone his own size.”
Callan rolls his window down as the officer approaches. “How can I help you, officer?”
“Your taillight is out.”
Callan shakes his head. “I had no idea. It was fine earlier.”
“Can I see your license and registration?” The officer looks into the car. “Is that you, Gemma?”
“Hi Greg,” I say.
“Didn’t realize you were home,” he says. “Oh, wait, maybe Brad did say something about you guys hanging out this weekend.” I open my mouth, about to correct him, but Callan’s hand on my leg stops me.
“Here you go,” he says, and hands the paperwork over.
The officer looks it over. “I’ll be right back.”
He disappears to his car, and Callan casts me a glance. “Yeah, Brad’s behind this.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, I got this. You have nothing to worry about,” he says, but the tightness in his jaw, the hard set of his chin, tells another story. Callan thinks I do have something to worry about.
9
Callan
I keep a smile on
