“You don’t know much about me anymore, Mom. You also haven’t tried to. Becca and I will be there at one. See you then.” I hang up the phone.
I hear a giggle, and at the most beautiful sound in the world, I look down with a smile on my face. “What are you giggling at?”
She sits up, places her hands on my shoulders, and swings her leg over mine, straddling me on her knees. When she lowers herself down onto my lap, I thank every god out there.
“You called me your girlfriend.”
Trailing my fingertips up her sides, I grab her waist, squeeze slightly, and then run my fingers down her lower back and further until they are secured under her round ass. “Well, you are my girlfriend.”
She’s all smiles as she leans in and kisses me—a quick, simple kiss that somehow still melts my heart. “We’ll see.”
Immediately, I stand up, picking her up.
She hooks her legs around my hips and squeals. “Callum! Put me down!”
Her arms tighten around my neck along with her legs around my waist.
“You can struggle all you want, but I’m not putting you down until you call me your boyfriend.”
She quickly settles into my grasp and smirks. “I could get used to being carried around all the time. I think I might even learn to love it.”
“Two can play at that game, love,” I whisper against her lips as I adjust my hands, so I can free up my right one.
As I hold her against me with my left arm, my fingers find that golden spot on her side. When I find it, muscle memory kicks in, and I tickle her as she bucks against me, trying to get free.
The biggest uncontrolled laughter erupts from her. A cry straight from the heavens. “Cal! Oh my God! Stop it!” She laughs more and more.
I walk her over to the dining room table. “Say it, Becca! Say that you’re all mine. That you’re my girlfriend.” I lower her onto the tabletop with her legs still wrapped around me and her hands on my neck.
My fingers dig in, tickling the sweet spot.
And she laughs again before saying, “I’m yours. I’m yours. I’ve always been yours. I’m your girlfriend, Cal.”
My hands fly to her face, and my lips crash into hers. And she wastes no time in reciprocating. Her hands run down my shoulders, her nails digging in my shirt. Her lips move in sync with my own. We taste each other like we’ll never get enough, and I’m not sure we ever will.
I grab her hips and pull her against me, so she can feel just how much I’m enjoying this, and she moans into my mouth as I press against the soft spot between her legs.
I hand her control, and she hesitates and then grabs the reins.
“Kiss my neck, please,” she begs.
And it’ssohot.
I run my tongue along her jaw as my hips move of their own accord. She moans in my ear, and every cell in my body is on edge, waiting for her direction.
The door flies open behind me, bouncing off the wall. “Becca! Are you okay?”
I spin, pushing Becca completely behind me.
I am going to actually murder this man.
Keanu has his gun drawn, pointed right at me. He immediately holsters it when he sees what he interrupted, and his face turns blood red. “I, uh … I am so sorry. I knocked, like, ten times and tried calling three or four. Clearly, you were occupied. My apologies.” He grabs the door, rushes through it, and slams it behind him.
Becca’s hands release my shirt as she leans back on the table, and I feel it start to shake against my thighs.
I whip my head around, afraid she’s crying. But her hand is over her mouth, muffling belly-aching laughs from breaking free.
My fingers curl around her wrist and pull her hand away from her mouth, allowing the glorious music she’s making to fill my ears. “I want to hear them. I want to hear every laugh you have. It’s my favorite sound.”
