Wicked
behind the counter with two cups of coffee, handing one to Blair and motioning her to a booth near the window at the front of the shop. “He always smiles.”“Not like that. That was an I’ve got a date with a hot woman smile.”
“Oh, it was not.” She thought about the business card in her pocket, about Jack’s suggestion to take her to the country club pool. Was he serious? The club? Her? And him? That had to be some mistake. She replayed the conversation over in her mind, certain she had just heard him wrong.
“So, does he?”
Callie frowned. “Does he what?”
“Have a date with a hot woman.”
“I dunno. He might. But it’s not with me.”
“Dammit. Why not?”
She laughed at Blair’s consternation. “Because. We’re not at all the same type.”
“Type, my ass. You were drooling all over the counter, Cal. I know the look of a woman in lust. You’ve got it bad for this Jack Fellows.”
“Do not. He’s a customer. He’s good-looking. I can appreciate a fine-looking man, can’t I?”
Blair studied her. “Of course you can, honey.” She took a quick glance at her watch and an equally fast gulp of her coffee. “And you’re damn lucky I have an appointment. We still on for lunch tomorrow?”
“You bet. I want details on you and Rand.”
Blair stood and grabbed her purse, then bent down and kissed Callie’s cheek. “And you’ll get them. Have I got things to tell you and Abby. Later, babe.”
News from Blair about Rand, huh? Callie finished her coffee, then went back to work, her mind filled with Blair and Rand and trying not to think about Jack and the business card tucked into her pocket. It wasn’t until after she closed up shop and went home and started to undress that she remembered the card.
She pulled it out of her pocket and read the front. Attorney for one of the top law firms in Silverwood. Impressive. And now she knew they were like oil and water. He was big money and country clubs. She was modest middle class and mortgaged to the hilt, struggling to keep her business afloat.
If it hadn’t been for the life insurance on her late husband, Bobby, she wouldn’t even have the shop. She smiled at the thought of Bobby. The years had dimmed the fresh pain of his loss, leaving only bittersweet memories. While she fixed a sandwich and ate it, she remembered the good times, the plans they’d made for their future.
Plans that had stalled when Bobby was diagnosed with cancer. Plans that had evaporated when the cancer spread and took him so damn fast. One minute they’d been hit by the diagnosis. Six months later, he was gone.
Too fast. Too soon. Much too soon.
God, those first few months she hadn’t wanted to live without him, didn’t think she could survive without the love of her life. They’d been together since high school, bound for marriage and forever. Everyone had known it. She and Bobby had known it from day one. It was the sweetest love ever. They had been friends from the moment they met until the moment he died.
And even now, she felt like his light still shined down on her, leading the way.
He’d told her those last few weeks that he wanted her to live on, not to pine away for him forever. To find another man to make her happy. At the time she hadn’t wanted to listen to such nonsense. Bobby was her love, her soul mate, her best friend. Whenever he was near, there was warmth. Maybe not passion, but always contentment. And that had been more than good enough for her. She couldn’t imagine any other man fulfilling her the way her husband had.
Now five years had passed. Five long years without companionship, without a man in her life.
Without sex.
She missed sex, missed cuddling up afterward. Masturbation got her off, but it wasn’t the same. She needed a cock inside her. A hot, living cock attached to a real man. Her pussy clenched as she thought of what it would feel like to have a man moving on top of her, his strong body thrusting in and out of her cunt, his lips claiming hers, his tongue sweeping inside her mouth. A rush of heat enveloped her and she stood, walking to her front window for a little air.
It was hot, hardly any breeze. She stepped outside on the porch and sat on the chair. No moon tonight. No activity in the neighborhood either.
Her body pulsed with need and she closed her eyes, wishing for Jack to step up on her porch and grab her, plant his mouth on hers, and fuck her right there. A tingle of excitement curled her toes and shot between her legs, moistening her pussy.
She shouldn’t. She really shouldn’t. But the thrill of the forbidden had always been her downfall. She stood and ran inside, shutting off the light in the living room so the porch would be dark, then returned to her outside chair. She’d tossed on an old sundress after work. The street was empty. It was late. No one else was outside. She could do this fast and no one would see her. Maybe no one would see her, but what if they did? The thought sent a rush of tingling pleasure to her clit.
She spread her legs and moved her hands to her thighs, letting them rest there for a few seconds while she contemplated. Anticipation, the excitement of knowing she was going to do it, but not just yet. Her fingertips brushed the hem of her sundress, then she began to pull it toward her hips, a fraction of an inch at a time. Though it was hot outside, the air hitting her skin was like a shock to her heated body, driving her arousal. Sweat pooled between her breasts, her lips parting and her breathing labored as she realized she could get caught.
Someone could drive by and see her. A