Page 51 of Chasing Callie

My chest warms. “Yeah, it does.”

Jax pulls out of the parking lot and my pulse races alongside his truck as we wind through town, heading to their home. My belly warms and my core aches. I press my thighs together as discreetly as I can, relieving some of the pressure, and I sigh.

“Those noises you’re making are going to drive me crazy,” Knox murmurs in my ears.

It’s right about then I noticed something thick and hard nestled against my ass.

“Sorry,” I whisper.

His hand smooths over my stomach. “I’m not,” he says, nipping my ear and making me gasp.

“Knox.”

“Are you telling me to stop?” he asks.

Am I? I check with the twins, but Jax is driving, wholly unbothered, and Brax’s gaze takes in the flush of my cheeks as headlights flash past.

“No,” I tell Knox, holding Brax’s gaze.

Knox hums in approval and slides his hand down to cup me, grinding his palm against me. I release a small sound and Jax chuckles.

“You okay over there?” He hits the turn signal and glances over.

“I’m good,” I rasp as Knox rubs his hand in circles, palm dragging over my clothes and throbbing clit. Smirking, Jax turns onto the recently paved road that leads up to their cabin.

I press into Knox’s touch.

He hums in approval. “Our girl is responsive,” he tells his brothers, fingers pressing against me. “Wet.” He grinds the heel of his palm against me. I bite back a moan. “Needy,” he practically growls.

“Yes,” I rasp. Not ashamed to admit it.

“Fuck, it’s hard to drive with you making those sounds.” Jax races up their long driveway, throwing the truck into park. He and Brax hop out and come around to the passenger side. Opening the door for me and Knox, who is still working circles around my clit.

“Knox,” I breathe.

“Go on in,” he tells his brothers, cupping one of my breasts and pinching my nipple. My lips part in delight.

“I need to finish what I started,” he growls.

The twins trade a look, but nod. Their heated gazes find mine. “Don’t take long,” Jax warns.

“She won’t,” Knox says confidently, lips coasting over my throat. The twins head into the house and Knox groans against my skin. “You’re already ready, aren’t you, baby?”

I bite my lip and nod, moaning when he slips his hand under my dress and into my underwear, rough fingers sliding through my slit. My pulse drums in my ears.

“Fuuuuck, Callie. All this for me?”

“Please.”.

He hums. “I like when you beg me like that,” he admits. He traces over my clit in torturously slow circles. I roll my hips, trying to hurry him along. “Say it again.”

“Knox, please,” I rasp.

“Is this pretty pussy aching for me?” He pushes two fingers into me.

“God yes.” The stretch is delicious, and I shamelessly rock into his touch, desperate for more. “Please,” I say again.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he confesses, voice rough with emotion. “To have you right like this.” His fingers pump faster and harder, curling against my g-spot. The pads of his fingers drag over that spot as he teases my clit. “Fucking drenched for me.”