Page 58 of Chasing Callie

I moan as he drives into me again. “Braxxx,” I whine.

“Mmm, love that.” He thrusts again even though his length is softening, as if he doesn’t want it to end. Neither do I.

Our breaths fall in sync, and slowly, we come down together, so much fluid coating our thighs.

“You marked me,” I mutter, not really upset.

“Couldn’t help myself.” He gently kisses the hickey he gave me. “This pretty skin was begging to be claimed.”

I can’t be bothered to worry about needing to cover it up when I’m working. Brax eases out of me with a groan, and I turn in his arms, straddling his lap and capturing his lips in a greedy kiss, moaning as his palms smooth over my ass.

The door to the en-suite opens. “Fuck, that ass is pretty,” Jax mutters.

Breaking the kiss, I gaze at Brax. “Thank you for the orgasm.”

His lips twitch. “You’re welcome, Alley cat.”

Jax is suddenly there, hand on my chin and turning it in his direction. “What about me?”

“Thank you,” I murmur.

He smirks and steals a kiss. “You’re welcome, beautiful,” he says as he pulls away. “Are you hungry? As much as I’m tempted to fuck you again, your mom’s after festival breakfast is about to start.”

My stomach grumbles in answer. The twins chuckle and Brax pats my ass. “Come on, Callie, let’s clean up and get some food. Knox probably already has the coffee ready.”

Knox. Oh my god. I forgot about him for a bit. “Do you think⁠—”

“He won’t care,” the twins say at the same time.

“You don’t even know what I was going to say,” I counter, pouting my bottom lip.

Brax lifts an eyebrow. “You were worried that hooking up with us would make him mad.”

“And somewhere deep inside of there,” Jax taps my head, “you still don’t believe that we’re willing to share.”

I frown. “How did you know that?”

“Because we know you,” Brax says with a shrug. “But we meant what we said last night, Callie. The three of us have talked about it. We’re brothers. We’re used to sharing things, and we all want you.”

“So stop worrying.” Jax drops the towel around his hips. “And stop staring at my dick.”

I glance away. “I wasn’t!”

They laugh again, and the worry swirling in my chest eases. Brax guides me to the bathroom so we can shower, and as we step under the warm spray of water and he helps clean me up, I let my heart fill with hope.

Maybe this will work.

Chapter Twenty-Two

CALLIE

The morning air carries the scent of bacon and freshly brewed coffee as Jax’s truck rumbles to a stop in front of my parent’s house. My stomach knots as I take in the scene. Colorful canopies spread across the front yard, tables draped in checkered tablecloths, and what looks like half the town already mingling around steaming platters of food.

Mom’s been hosting the annual after-festival breakfast for as long as I can remember, and somehow I’d forgotten how massive it always becomes. Every festival volunteer, every vendor, every person who helped make the summer festival happen gets invited to gorge themselves on enough food to feed a small army. Waffles. Pancakes. Sausage. Bacon. Fruit. Eggs. All of that and more.

My chest tightens. There are so many people, and they’re all about to witness me stepping out of this truck with not one, not two, but three Williams brothers.

“Breathe, Alley cat.” Brax squeezes my hand from the back seat. “It’s breakfast.”