Page 133 of The Other Side

A breath huffs from my lungs, words jumbled at the base of my throat. My fingers trace the empty center of the page, and all oxygen floods my chest at once.

Two Doves Soaring …

I read the header before the footer, gulping as my vision blurs with the onset of tears.

… On The Other Side.

I exhale, the pads of my fingers tracing the simple drawing in the bottom left corner. Two doves, flying next to each other in synchronized harmony. Their wingspan completely fanned out.

“We’ll have to take a picture soon,” she murmurs, her finger pointing to the vacant space. “We can put it right there.”

I lick my lips, my hand wrapping around hers before I shut the album. I toss the scrapbook to the foot of the bed, my heart driving my body to seize her face in my palms.

Chapter 39

Callie Rae

Brant’s hot lips devour mine, vacuuming a string of mewls from me. My hands curl around his wrists just as his fingers slip through my hair. Then he’s tugging at the roots of my soft waves.

His tongue plunges into my mouth, warm and starving before he dives his hands to the hem of my t-shirt. I punch my arms straight above me, and he’s stripping me in a second before yanking me on my knees.

He wrenches my shorts and underwear down my thighs. Decorating my stomach with love bites as he does. My ass springs free before he slaps a palm to it, and then he’s on his knees to snake a strong arm around my lower back.

I gasp when he lays me into the rumpled sheets. My hands dive to my bunched bottoms just as he rips his sweatpants and boxer briefs off.

Once we’re fully naked, I lay on my side and bend a leg up. My heart thumps beneath my breast bone as my body engulfs in flames. He spoons me from behind, his solid torso fusing to my back as his palm caresses my ass cheek.

I scoop my fingers through my hair, flipping it away before our eyes glue together.

His hard cock nudges my ass as I spread myself to him. My pulse knocks against my throat just as his hazel irises spark with awareness.

I nod, a shaky breath tumbling from my parted lips. I offer the last piece of myself to him. Because if he doesn’t own every crevice of my body, I might as well just toss it away.

I’m his.

All of me.

Forever.

He swallows heavily, lingering on my gaze for a couple breaths. Then he pivots to reach into his nightstand.

The wooden drawer slides open, and he returns with a tube of lubricant. He lays it next to me, his hand grabbing my hip to lay me on my back.

He lifts my palms to place them on my tits. I tweak my taut nipples between my fingers, and he rests his hands on my thighs.

I bite my lip when he lifts and spreads me out. He shuffles his body down before his tongue delivers quick licks to my clit. My blood boils as his fiery breath rushes over me, and he nips and sucks the swollen bundle.

I jolt when he lashes his tongue against my entrance. I settle my cheek into the pillow, arousal pooling from my pussy as I clutch the bed sheets. Then he’s nudging his tongue deeper, wiggling his head until he drags his tongue up my wet seam.

I moan loudly, tipping my head back when he sucks on my clit again. Deep and fast.

Relentless.

His fingers dig into the underside of my thighs as he holds me open. He works his lips quickly, playing with my clit until I feel I might explode on his tongue.

“Brant, I’m gon⁠—”

He peels his mouth away, biting and suckling my inner thigh.