My Boss’s Sister: Make Her Mine Series-Book 3 Page 6

  “Like something you see?” I ask, finally pulling her panties down her thighs.

  She bites her bottom lip and nods.

  I lower my body back onto hers, and I cup her cheek as I kiss her soft and slow. I’m so wound up that I could explode at any minute. I need to slow down, regain control over myself. I feel her knees shaking on either side of me, and it reminds me of how much she needs me. Using one hand, I position myself at her entrance. With a roll of my hips, I’m sliding deep inside her, causing us both to let out a relieved breath. She’s so hot and so tight around me, I know I can come at any second. It takes me a moment to regain my composure. When I’m completely inside her and can go no further, I rock my hips against hers, making her call out. Slowly, I withdraw myself, only to thrust back inside.

  My heart is pounding, and my breathing is rushed. I have no choice but to break our kiss so I can maintain consciousness.

  “Fuck, Valerie,” I whisper, moving in and out of her.

  Her hands are on my biceps, squeezing as I continue to thrust inside her.

  “Callan,” she whispers my name, and the sound leaving her lips is life-changing.

  I quickly pull out of her and flip her over. She gets onto her knees and bends down before me. All I can see is her firm ass as I use my hand to spread her wetness down between her folds. Slowly, I rise and enter her from behind. With the position change, she feels even tighter around me. I rear back and thrust inside so deep my hipbones dig into her ass. My balls slap off her of skin, and we both call out. Based on the way she’s moaning into her pillow, I know that move felt way too good to the both of us, so I repeat the process again and again, causing the wooden headboard to smash against the wall.

  I can hear my own heartbeat, our loud moans, the slapping of our skin, and the headboard bouncing off the wall every time I push inside her. I’m gone, completely lost and unable to think about how wrong this is. It feels too good to be wrong. It feels right, like she was made specifically for me. The way our bodies connect, it’s like puzzle pieces. I’ve connected with many pieces over the years, but none of them fit quite as perfect as this one does.

  I feel her muscles squeeze my dick, like she’s milking it for every drop. Finally, I can’t hold back any longer, and I let my release go. It’s so strong that my whole body goes completely numb. My muscles seize and lock up, and I can’t breathe or do anything until every drop has left my body. My hips begin twitching against her, finishing as I float back down into my body.

  I pull out of her, and she collapses onto her stomach. I throw myself down on the bed beside her, remove the condom, and toss it into the nearby trash can. We both stay completely still, letting our hearts calm and our breathing even out. Before I can even move, the guilt of what I’ve just done cripples me.

  I close my eyes, trying to push the thoughts away, but all I can see is the look I know Bennet will give me when he finds out. I try to think of an excuse: I was drunk, she seduced me. Neither sounds good enough to excuse what I’ve done. I don’t think there is an excuse good enough for fucking your best friend’s little sister.

  Before I can think too deeply on the matter, I drift off to sleep.

  I stir wake sometime later and find myself wrapped around her. My right arm is under her head, and my left arm draped over her side. She has one leg between mine and the other over my hip. She’s facing me, putting us nose to nose. The only thing covering us is a thin white sheet that only comes up to our waists. Her chest is bare and exposed. And even though I feel guilty for taking something that wasn’t mine to take, I can’t think of anything but wanting to do it again.

  Her eyes open and lock on mine, but neither of us says a word. We can only look at the other and try to figure out how we got here and how to keep it going without anyone knowing. Without saying a word, she moves to sit up, and I roll over to my back, giving her the room she needs to get up and get dressed. But to my surprise, she doesn’t leave the bed, she moves onto my body, straddling me.

  Instantly, I’m hard and ready to go again. She lifts her hips and uses her hand to slide me inside her. I let out a deep moan from being in her with nothing between us, and she allows her head to fall back, eyes looking at the ceiling. Slowly, she lifts herself, then lowers herself back down my length. But before she repeats the process, she rolls her hips, causing my dick to rub against that perfect spot inside of her. My hands move to her hips, egging her on and enjoying every second of watching her move on top of me. I can’t do anything but hold onto her and watch as her tits bounce and her hips roll.

  When she slides up my dick, I thrust up into her while pulling her down against me, making her let out a loud moan. God, just the fucking sounds she makes has me want to come undone. But being able to watch as she enjoys my body as much as I enjoy hers, it’s enough to have me losing all control.

  I hold myself back until she’s ridden out every last wave of her release, and when mine bubbles to the surface, I try pushing her away. But instead of sitting back and letting me release it, she sits on my thighs and uses her hand to jack me off until I’m spilling everything that’s left.

  Without a word, she stands and walks to the bathroom. I hear the water running, but she quickly shuts it off and comes back with a small towel. She wipes me clean, then tosses it into the floor, laying at my side once again. I want to ask her what’s going on with us. I want to ask her if she’s as confused as I am, but I’m afraid that talking will break the spell, leaving us with an awkward situation to figure out.

  Instead of asking any of the questions troubling my mind, I wrap myself around her, pulling her against my chest, and we both drift back to sleep.

  9

  Valerie

  I’m not sure what just happened. I’m not sure how we got here. I’m not sure how I feel about it. How could we have crossed such a hard line so fast? There was a time when I couldn’t even think about sleeping with Callan. Just the thought alone would cause me to feel sick at my stomach. But here I am, completely naked and wrapped in his arms. And to be honest, it feels pretty good.

  Was this just something he did to distract me from getting the answers I was demanding? Or is this the answer to my question? Has he been pulling away because he’s had these feelings for me, or is it just another random hook-up for him? I know Callan. He doesn’t do relationships. But, I guess that’s okay with me because I don’t either. God, I’m so confused.

  Neither of us are talking. I wonder if he’s just as confused as I am about this whole thing. Eventually, I drift off to sleep.

  I wake sometime in the night and Callan is still holding me close. Only now, my back is to his chest. His arm is still under my head, and the other is wrapped around my waist. His hand is only inches away from my clit. Just knowing that we’re together, and naked, his hand almost touching me, has me fired up again. I try scooting closer to him as I wiggle my ass against his groin. To my surprise, his cock twitches against me. His left hand flattens out against my stomach, and I feel a sigh leave my lips, thinking what a shame it is that his hand moved further away. But then slowly, it starts moving downward.

  It glides down my stomach, across my hip, and to my thigh. Softly, he picks it up and pulls it backward, so it’s dangling over his legs, leaving me wide open. Then his hand moves between my hip bones and down to my clit. My whole body twitches when his fingers slide between my folds. His hand works me over before he slides into me from behind. His hips buck up into me while his hand keeps moving against my clit. The arm that was beneath my head moves down to my neck so he can massage my breast while he fills me. Just as my release explodes over me, his does too, but this time, he doesn’t pull out. He keeps thrusting into me, and I feel the exact moment when his seed rushes out of him. His hips slow, his breathing slows, and he relaxes behind me again, wrapping me in his arms and holding me close.

  In the morning, I wake when I feel him move from behind me. I roll over and stretch.

  “Good morning,” I whisper, causing his
eyes to pop open and lock on mine.

  “Morning,” he says. “Did we…” he starts but shakes his head.

  “Did we what?” I ask, wondering if he has somehow forgotten all the things we’ve done since we’ve been together.

  “Did we have sex again during the night? I remember something.” His brow furrows.

  I nod. “I woke up with your hand between my legs.” I can’t hold back the smile that remembering it brings on.

  He nods. “That’s right. I remember now. I thought it was a dream,” he laughs out. “I was fucking beat.” He rubs his eyes with the palm of his hand, then freezes. “I was still partially asleep. I didn’t use a condom or pull out.” Panic is written all over his face.

  “Yeah, I was pretty out of it too, but don’t worry. I’ve got the implant,” I say, getting up and walking to the bathroom, noticing the soreness between my legs.

  I close the door between us and lean against it. The memories of last night rush back in. I slept with Callan. I fucking slept with Callan. What the fuck am I going to do? Fucking Maddie was right.

  Oh, God. What if Bennet finds out? My heart begins to race. It occurs to me that I need to get out of here. The last thing I said to Maddie was I was coming over here. I’m sure she told Bennet, and nobody has heard from me since.

  I quickly use the bathroom and wash my hands. I walk back into the bedroom to find Callan just climbing out of bed, completely naked and hard as fuck. Seeing his glorious body causes me to freeze and openly take him in. He offers up a grin as he walks toward me, swagger rolling off of him.

  “I like what I see too,” he says, pulling me against him for a kiss while his hand gently pinches my nipple. His tongue feels so good moving with mine. I don’t know how it’s possible to get so lost in a single kiss, but he does that to me. I don’t know how it’s possible to go from hating one another to fucking, but at this moment, I don’t care.

  He starts walking me backward, and I suddenly forget that I needed to leave. I forget about how sore I am from our lovemaking last night. I forget everything except the way he makes me feel.

  I wrap my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. The next thing I know, we’re in the shower, and he’s back where he belongs: between my legs.

  Every time I think I’m going to be able to pull away and leave, he reels me right back in. Even though we started in the shower, we finished in the bed, and I roll my way to the edge and stand.

  “I really have to go, Callan. I’m starving, and I don’t want my mom to worry.” I start pulling on my clothes.

  He reaches for me. “Wait. No.” He grabs my wrist and pulls me back to the bed. “I’ll get us something to eat, and you call your mom and tell her you’re staying with that friend of yours.”

  “What is going on with us?” I ask, looking up at him while he’s looking over me.

  “I told you. You got under my skin. I don’t know how or why, but you did. And I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since.”

  “Is that why you moved my desk into the hall?”

  He nods.

  “And that’s why you fired me?”

  “I didn’t want this to happen. Not because I didn’t want you, but because I didn’t want to want you. You’re my best friend’s little sister. Bennet would be fucking livid if he found out. I didn’t want to break his trust or lose my job. I thought the only way I’d be able to keep my fucking hands to myself would be not to have to see you or talk to you. I tried doing all the right things, but then you showed up here last night.” He lets out a deep breath and throws himself back, placing his arm over his eyes. “You just looked so fucking sexy in that low-cut top and those tight jeans. Then you started walking closer, and you smelled so fucking good. Reaching out and touching me was your biggest mistake. I was losing the battle every second, and you walked right into the lion’s den.”

  “So, what does this mean for us?” I ask, voice shaking and unsure.

  He shrugs as his arm falls from his face. “I don’t know,” he breathes out. “I thought maybe if I could get you out of my system, I’d be fine. But here you are, ready to leave, and I still don’t want to let you go. All I can think about is how fucking good you feel wrapped around me. Just thinking about it is making me hard all over again.” He grabs his dick and works it up and down once.

  My eyes are greedy, and I can’t help but watch the way he holds himself. I’m fascinated by his length and girth. I’ve never been with a man so big. No wonder I’m sore. But even though there’s pain, it turns me on just remembering why it hurts so much.

  “I’ll take another one of those sandwiches if you don’t mind.”

  He shoots me a smile. “I’ll be right back.” He sits up, catches my lips with his, then pulls away to go make lunch.

  When I’m alone, I take a deep breath and think about everything he said. Hearing him talk about how turned on he is by me makes me hot all over again. I’ve never been talked to that way before. The guys I’ve been with were never really verbal before, during, or after sex. But with Callan, half of the passion between us is the things he says to me.

  I quickly look around for my purse before I remember I left it in my car last night, thinking I wouldn’t be away from it long. I quickly pull on his boxers he left in the floor and my tank top before rushing down the stairs and to my car. I pull out my purse and search through it on my way back to the door. I find it to see that I have four missed calls: one from Mom, one from Krista, one from Maddie, and one from Bennet.

  I quickly call Krista as I head back to the bedroom.

  “Hey, where have you been?” she asks.

  “I’m…ugh. I met a guy, and I’m shacking up with him,” I finally confess, knowing she’d approve.

  “Go you!” she cheers.

  “Have you talked to my mom or brother?” I ask.

  “No, why?”

  “Just checking. I’m going to call them and tell them that I’m with you this weekend. Okay?”

  She laughs. “Sure. Have fun and be safe.” She hangs up without another word.

  I dial my mom’s number.

  “Valerie, where have you been?” she answers.

  I laugh. “Sorry, my phone died. I’m staying with Krista this weekend. Everything okay?”

  “I’m fine. I just wanted to check in and make sure you were okay.” Concern is drenching her words.

  “I’m fine, Mom. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  Callan walks back into the room, butt naked and holding a tray of food.

  “Bye, Mom,” I say, hanging up and not waiting for her to respond.

  “I made us both our own sandwich this time. I figured we could use the fuel,” he says around a laugh.

  “I know I could.” I pick up my sandwich and take a big bite.

  He picks up a chip and pops it into his mouth. “About your brother…” he starts.

  “What about him?” I ask around a mouth full.

  He slowly looks over at me, his blue eyes finding mine. “You think we can keep this just between us? I mean, there’s no reason to tell him, right?”

  I nod once. “Right. It’s not like we’re exclusive or anything.”

  I see his chest fall when a deep breath leaves his lips. “Okay, good.” He leans in and kisses my lips, nipping the bottom one softly as he pulls away. “I’m not quite through with you yet. I hope that’s okay?”

  “I’m all yours until tomorrow,” I promise.

  A wicked gleam flashes in his eyes as a smile takes over, and that look makes my stomach tighten with anticipation. Even though he’s barely left me this whole time we’ve been together, I feel empty without him.

  We both enjoy our lunch and set the tray off to the side while we cuddle back up. His skin feels good against mine—he’s the perfect temperature to keep me warm while also not making me too hot—well, until he wants to, anyway. His hands are strong and firm as they tour my body, teasing every inch they touch. His lips are soft as they kiss along my jaw, breast
s, and stomach. And his teeth always nip my skin at the perfect time to have me falling to pieces. No man has ever had this much control over me. Just being beneath Callan makes me want to obey his every command.

  My wrists are handcuffed to the bed above me, and my ankles are tied down as well. He’s between my legs, but he refuses to give in to my desires. I don’t know if he’s teasing me or himself more, but either way, we both seem to enjoy it. While his hand gives to me, his other hand works his length up and down slowly. He’s rock hard and standing at attention. I can’t close my eyes to enjoy the way he touches me though. I have to keep them open to watch the way he touches himself. He removes his fingers from me and presses them against my ass.

  “Has anyone been here before?” he asks, corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

  I gasp at his touch but shake my head no.

  “Can I have it? Can I be the first?”

  My nerves skyrocket from his question, but I can’t deny him—I don’t want to deny him. Everything he’s done up to this point has felt amazing. I know all I have to do is trust him.

  I bite my lower lip and nod my head up and down.

  He slides his finger back into me, wetting it before moving it back to my ass and pushing forward. As his finger slides in slowly, to give me time to adjust, I let out a sound I never heard myself make before.

  His half-smile falls from his face as his eyes bounce back and forth between his hand, my face, and back. The hand he has on his dick tightens until his knuckles turn white and he starts moving it up and down even faster.

  “Callan, I want you inside me,” I cry out, feeling overwhelmed by the pressure and need I’m feeling.

  “I already am, baby,” he whispers, not stopping what he’s doing.

  I shake my head no. “Don’t stop what you’re doing, but fuck me,” I plead.