My brother had pissed me off enough for the night, and now it was time to go. “Rome and I have plans.” I scooted out of the booth and pulled her to her feet. “We’ll see you guys around.”
Jackson gave me a curt wave. “Rome, let me know when you’re ready for a real man.”
Rome wrapped her arm around my waist and cuddled into my side. “Calloway is the only one man enough for me.”
That same wonderful sensation from earlier traveled down my spine and entered my groin. I was moved she said that—and not because I asked her to. Now I wanted to get back to my place as quickly as possible and get her naked. I wanted to eat her pussy all night long—make her mine as thoroughly as possible.
“You look so much alike.” Rome shook her head as she stood at the stove in my kitchen. She made herself a pot of tea, something she usually did after she had dinner. It was a ritual, and I wondered if she did the same thing before bed.
“Lucky for him.” I didn’t want to talk about my brother, but I couldn’t ask her not to. Naturally, she would be curious. I couldn’t snap that out of her.
“You guys aren’t close like Christopher and I…” Sadness entered her voice.
“No. We’re both too headstrong to tolerate one another.” We both needed to be in charge at all times, and that need for leadership resulted in major power struggles. He always tried to undermine me, and sometimes, I wanted him to, just so I could punch him in the face.
“Do you prefer to be called Cal or Calloway?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It seems like most people refer to you as Cal.”
They did. But I liked it when she used my full name. No one else ever did. “I like it when you call me Calloway. Or your boyfriend. Either one is fine.” Or the man you want between your legs every night. Honestly, I’d prefer the last one.
She came to the table and set her steaming mug of tea down. Then she straddled my hips and sat on my lap, her pussy directly on top of my cock. Within seconds, she felt it inflate like a balloon. Knowing just my jeans and her panties kept us apart was a turn-on. Her dress rose up to her hips when she sat down, exposing her gorgeous thighs for me to cherish. “Calloway.” She said the name slowly, treasuring the sound of each syllable. “What does vanilla mean?”
I should have prepared for this question. Jackson was an idiot and said it twice like she wouldn’t notice. “Nothing.”
She tilted her head to the side then placed her hands at the top of my jeans. She unbuttoned the top but didn’t touch the zipper. “Calloway, what does it mean?” She pressed her face close to mine but didn’t kiss me, intimidating me with her sexuality.
It was fucking hot. “You’re a good girl.”
She unzipped my jeans so my cock could finally come free. “You think I’m a good girl?”
No. I knew she was. “You wouldn’t make me wait four weeks if you weren’t.” I was used to women who only wanted to fuck. When Rome initially told me she wanted to wait, I was annoyed. But now the wait was a turn-on too. She wasn’t the kind of woman who just slept with any man. She was picky about who she allowed deep inside her. I was one of the lucky few who were worthy of her. I was one of the few who were man enough for her.
“Maybe I just wanted to torture you.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat, picturing how slick and wet her pussy would be. “Mission accomplished. You’ve got me on my knees.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her face close to mine. She brushed the tip of her nose against my cheek before she kissed the shell of my ear. “I thought about cutting the wait down, but since I’m so vanilla, I’m gonna make you wait until the very end.”
My fingers dug into her thighs. “Sweetheart…” I clenched my jaw because I wanted to be inside her so bad. I was in the middle of the desert without a drop of water. It was the longest dry spell I’d ever survived. The second I sank into her, I’d fuck her so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk.
“Beg me all you like, but I’m a good girl. And this is what good girls do.”
We lay together in my bed after we fooled around. She gave me amazing head, too awesome for a good girl, and then she massaged my shoulders like I was her king. She was a selfless lover, always giving me what I needed and then something extra.
I knew she would make the sex amazing.