Authors: Amy Jo Cousins
Tags: #Multicultural & Interracial, #Romance, #Multicultural, #Fiction, #Contemporary, #90 Minutes (44-64 Pages)
The Rain in Spain (7 page)
But now, right now, they were still together, in this moment.
And she had more to show him.
“We’re leaving Sevilla in the morning.” Magda straddled his waist and draped herself across his chest, playing with the ends of his hair. Javi closed his eyes and groaned. “I know. My rearrangement of your carefully planned schedule pains you.” She gently bit the tip of his nose and smiled at him, her lover, her husband. “I want to show you the Alhambra. You’re going to love the gardens.”
In a blink, she was on her back, Javi above her, his hips pressing into hers with a suggestiveness that was more theoretical than practical, given what they’d just finished. “I’m going to love
you
.”
“I know.”
“You sure? There seemed to be some question about that.”
Her heart stuttered as she smiled at him. “I’m sure.”
“Good.” Javi buried his face in the curve of her neck, snuffling against her like a puppy. “Because I kinda want to cross that one off my list.
Love Magdalena.
”
She stretched her legs along his and tangled them together. The sky in the window was graying, a pale yellow staining the Sevilla horizon as light broke over the city. Dawn was breaking.
She might not know everything about her husband yet, but she knew the important things. Where to touch him to make him shiver. What he needed from her. How he loved. That he knew her. Understood her.
That was more than enough.
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The best presents are the ones you unwrap early
Callie, Unwrapped
© 2014 Amy Jo Cousins
Play It Again, Book 1
G
abe picked up
on her tension from ten feet away.
“Get over here, girl.”
He leaned the cue against the rail and patted the bar stool where Kate had sat. Callie eyed him for a moment and then hopped up. He spun her around until her back was to him, tipped her head forward and down with fingers at the base of her skull, draped his large hands over her shoulders, and pushed a groan out of her when he flexed and dug in to her trapezius.
“God, I missed this,” she said before she could think better of admitting it.
“My magic hands.” He sounded smug. The hands in question pushed her further forward as they slid down her spine, thumbs pressing to each side of her vertebrae.
She snorted.
“No. Your willingness to trade back rubs for sex.”
The knots in her neck muscles were melting like taffy and Callie was feeling much more I-don’t-give-a-shit about the noises she was making as Gabe stroked and smoothed his hands over her. The heat in her belly pooled thickly with the growing need to be touched. Her eyes were barely slits, staring blindly at the floor, her long hair curtaining her face, when the toes of a pair of dark brown leather boots stepped in close to the bar stool.
“Hey now.” Kate’s voice was already familiar. A gentle hand fell on the back of her neck. “How’s our girl?”
“Run your fingers through her hair. Think you’ll find out.”
Callie hugged her knees and braced herself, knowing what was coming and cursing Gabe under her breath for never forgetting a goddamn thing that involved sex.
Kate’s fingers combed through her long hair, separating strands and trailing through them until Callie could see the ends drop off Kate’s fingertips. She could feel the tug of each individual hair on her scalp and the tiny, sharp pains when Kate hit a snag or the tangle of crossed waves of hair. Every nerve from her scalp down the length of her spine to the top of her ass fired awake and she shivered, knowing they could see. Knowing they could feel her skin quiver and her back curve under their hands.
Kate brought her hands back up and sank her fingers into Callie’s hair again. But this time she scraped her nails against the sensitive skin of Callie’s scalp, hard enough to leave tingling trails over the crown of Callie’s head. Gabe’s hands settled at her hips and dug in hard, his thumbs pushing almost to the point of pain at the base of her spine. She pressed her lips together but couldn’t keep it in.
“Fuuuuuck,” she groaned out, fingers clenched on her kneecaps. She loved having someone’s hands in her hair, as Gabe clearly remembered. The same way that a light touch on her lower back made her skin tingle until her ass clenched and the way she remembered thinking she could come if her lover would just keep sucking and stroking and licking her breasts. Only one thing made it even better.
“Slide off for a sec, Kate.”
Gabe’s hand felt larger and harder in comparison as he wrapped it tight about most of her hair, strands still hanging down from her temples. He twisted.
And pulled.
“Ahhh!’
She hoped the soft cry didn’t travel far, but kept her eyes closed now as Gabe forced her to sit up, not wanting to see if he was making a spectacle of her in this very public place. Gabe leaned in close and spoke quietly near her ear.
She could hear the smile in his voice.
“Are you ready to play, Callie?”
There was only one answer.
“Yes.”
She felt more than heard Gabe’s chuckle, her eyes still shut. Then his mouth was on hers, the faint scrape of stubble abrading her skin as he dragged his lips back and forth against hers. Her stomach dipped and rolled and every nerve in her system fired as he tested her bottom lip with his teeth and tugged. The tiny sting vanished when he licked her lip before pulling away.
“Put your hand on me.” His breath feathered over her face. It took her a moment, then heat exploded on her face and she snapped her eyes open. Even the tips of her ears were on fire and Gabe was right there. She shivered. And obeyed.
He was thick and long and more than halfway hard beneath his jeans, and her hand closed around him reflexively. Memories washed over her, sensory black holes that sucked her into the feel of him sliding into her, the first few moments of pain from his size hitting her system like a drug, because her body knew what that pain meant. Pleasure. Heat. A slow grind or a hard fuck and a building pressure that would break her into a million pieces.
She slid her hand down the length of him to the tip and scraped her fingernails across the denim there until Gabe shivered too and pressed his hand over hers, pushing against her palm.
She leaned forward and kissed him, opening her mouth until his tongue surged into her mouth and every squeeze of her hand sparked a bruising attack on her lips. She dug her free hand into Gabe’s hair and pulled him close, closer. God, yes, she still wanted this man.
Kate’s words had her sitting up straight again and pressing her hands to warm flushing cheeks when they finally registered.
“Didn’t she tell you yet? What we’re playing?”
The other woman grinned and spun the wooden triangle rack she held around her index finger.
“I think we distracted her.” Gabe rocked the hand tangled in her hair, making her head tilt from side to side, and then let her go. He moved to where Kate stood and leaned back against the pool table, the edge pressing into the back of his thighs. He reached out with one hand and slid it under the back of Kate’s shirt, grabbing the waistband of her jeans and tugging her back until her ass pressed against his crotch.
“Callie?”
Kate’s eyes were wicked. Callie could almost feel Gabe’s fingers sliding down over her own ass as she watched him touch her. The muscles in her own back and shoulders were loose and warm and her skin tingled from having had so many hands on her. So many lips. She was a little dizzy.
“Tell Gabe what I told you to say.”
Shit. She’d forgotten about that.
Callie cleared her throat. Felt her face heat.
“That we’re going to play cutthroat. And the winner.” She lost her breath for a second, light-headed with want but so, so self-conscious as she remembered Kate’s exact words. As if she could forget. They were seared on her brain, burned into her skin like a brand. She swallowed and continued at a near-whisper. “The winner gets to decide.”
Gabe wrapped his arm around Kate and watched from over her shoulder. Callie saw Kate relax back into his body. Using his cheek to brush pieces of her mussed hair back, he laid open-mouth kisses along the length of Kate’s jaw, his eyes locked on Callie the entire time.
“Decide what, Callie?” Kate asked.
Every time one of them said her name it made her shiver.
“Who fucks who. First.”
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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