Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 43540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Shut up, Baker!
“Callie,” Easton whispers and tugs me even closer. My eyes shoot open, but his are still closed. “I want you, Callie,” he murmurs. Holy shit, he’s totally dreaming. About me. Eep! I allow my body to relax. He fills both hands with my butt cheeks and drags my body on top of his. Fuck, this is a bad idea. I should wake him up because I’m about to legit have sex with a sleeping person. He tugs me up, causing my sex to brush along his erection, and an accidental moan slips off my tongue. His fingers dig into my hips, dragging me down and repeating the same motion. The friction alone is going to make me come.
In the third round, I assist, working my hip against him. “Callie.” A hand slides into my hair, and he brings my head down, his lips brushing along my neckline. His warm breath skates along my ear, and he murmurs, “Really enjoying how far you’re letting this go, but if you wanted to get off, you could have just asked.”
Fucking. ASSHOLE!
I rip myself from his hold and fly off the bed. I trip and fall, which is the least of my humiliation, and whip around to see him smirking back at me. “You seriously are an asshole.”
“Oh, come on. Get back in here. I’ll let you finish. I know you were close.”
“I’d rather get mauled by a bear.”
“Sure about that?”
No. Bears seriously freak me out. “Yes. And I would enjoy every second of it.” He slides his hand beneath his boxer briefs and begins to stroke himself. Look away, Baker! “You’re gross.”
“Prove it. Come here.”
“That doesn’t work on me anymore.”
“What exactly doesn’t work on you?” he asks while his hand works back and forth.
I lick my lips. “That. Stop it.” I’m not a sex fiend or anything. But Easton has a very nice cock, and I never passed up an opportunity to be acquainted with it. Whether it’s sex or oral. And right now, I can’t stop thinking about—
“Callie—”
“Fuck off!” I snap and storm out of the room.
After another cold shower, I get dressed and find Easton already working. He doesn’t acknowledge me when I enter the room, so I do the same and get to painting. Thirty minutes pass, and I can’t handle the silence any longer.
“I just want you to know I’m not attracted to you either. This morning was out of desperation. Yeah, I went along with it, but I have needs too. Ones that aren’t being met because I’m here and not at home.” I wait for his reaction to my bullshit. “Hello? Do you hear me? I don’t like you.” He’s bent over, nailing in a board. “Whatever, I don’t care. I couldn’t even rub one off in the shower because I was so disgusted by what happened earlier. I can’t wait to get out of here. Gonna go on a sex spree! Hello!”
Easton turns to me. Then he pulls an AirPod out of his ear. “You saying something?”
UGH!
“You’re disgusting.” That pretty much sums it up.
“Got it.” Then he slips it back into his ear and returns to nailing.
“God, you’re such an asshole,” I say, knowing he can’t hear me. “And I thought I wanted you again. Thank God you stopped that,” I grumble and pick up my brush. “Prove it,” I mock his comment earlier. “You only wish I proved it. I would have blown you into tomorrow. You would’ve blacked out from pure enjoyment.” Because people have talents. One of mine just happens to be that I suck a dick like a champ. Well, his dick. I haven’t sucked anyone’s dick since his. “It’s been a while. A year and a half, to be exact, but it’s like riding a bike, right? You wouldn’t be able to walk after a round with me. You and your egotistical bullshit.” I slap the brush against the wall. “God! Why did I admit I loved you? I’d take it back in a heartbeat if I could. Ugh.” I finish with a grunt and stab the brush into the paint can too aggressively because it erupts, splashing paint all over me. “Shit!”
I look up to see Easton staring at me. His jaw is so tight it’s ready to snap, and his gaze is downright murderous. “The fuck, Cal?”
“What? It’s just a little paint. Get over it.”
“I told you that shit’s gonna fuck up the stain. You gotta clean it up.” He drops his nail gun, and it clatters against the floor. He darts toward me, and I barely have a second to prepare before he throws me over his shoulder.
“Easton, what the hell? Put me down.”
“Sorry, Cal. Can’t have this shit ruin my favorite shirt.”
I slap his back. “This shirt sucks! Put me down!”
“Let you wear my clothes, and then you go and disrespect my shit. Not cool.”