12. Addison

Callum didn”t exactly ignoreme for the rest of the week, but I also didn”t see him at all.

I didn”t need to go in to regular practice this week, so I had no excuse to run into him either. Instead, I worked with a personal trainer who came to my home gym and worked on a program with me.

Meanwhile, Callum had my car. He did check in about taking me to my doctor’s appointment, but when I said it had been rescheduled, that was kind of it.

He answered my messages about our video review, and we went over it through text instead of in person. On Friday evening, I could take it no longer and sent him a message.

Do we need to talk about what happened?

To which he replied…

No, I”m good. I”ll see you Sunday?

I had no clue how to take that.

Yes, of course, he would see me on Sunday. I wouldn”t miss a home game even if I wasn”t in it.

I sat in a seat just behind the team with my sister Sabrina and her husband. I was chewing my lip, more anxious to catch Callum”s face than I was to see how the team did. As usual, my sister, Sabrina was running behind, so by the time she picked me up and we got to the game, I didn”t get to go into the changing room like I”d been planning to. I wanted to wish the guys good luck, but every time one of them noticed me sitting just behind them, we gave a thumbs up. That would have to do.

When Callum emerged, he was too focused to look towards the stands and I didn”t want to distract him anyway.

I could feel his nerves from here and see the tension running through him. Straight away, I could tell it was the good kind of nerves. He was completely dialled in and ready to get going.

When I saw him, my selfish need to see him turned into empathy instead.

He needed to do well in this game.

And he did.

I was practically jumping out of my seat, cheering with each successful pass and each goal.

When we annihilated the other team, I was grinning ear-to-ear and shouting until my voice was hoarse.

I”d never been more annoyed by the cast on my leg. I wanted to jump down and celebrate with my team.

“Go down there!” Sabrina said, patting my shoulder.

At her prodding, I couldn’t resist climbing awkwardly down from where I was sitting, crutches in tow.

I made it into the group as they were coming off the field and was engulfed in hugs as though I”d been out there with them.

I was released from one hug and suddenly, Callum was in front of me, grinning.

“Great job!” I barely had a chance to say it before I was being taken in a big hug.

“You were watching?” he asked breathlessly against my ear.

I laughed, clinging to him as relief flooded me.

“Yes! You were so good,” I said. “I”m so happy for you. I thought?—”

I cut off the part about how I thought he didn”t want to see me. This wasn”t the time for me to dump that on him.

It may have been my imagination, but I couldn”t help feeling like his hug lingered a little bit longer than it needed to. He was glowing as he pulled back.

“Come inside,” he ordered, and I followed him to the changing room, feeling light as air.

I was so used to the cameras that I barely noticed them until the reporters started all the quick shot interviews.

The atmosphere was so high that most of the guys’ answers devolved into cheering.

And Callum was so secure after his first win that hispersonality oozed confidence.

It was so cool to see him come into his own that I couldn”t stop smiling, even when the cameras turned to me.

“How does it feel sitting this one out?” the reporter asked.

I shrugged.

“I couldn”t be happier for Callum,” I said honestly.

There was a chorus of awwws. Then the reporters congratulated the team and left us to chat.

It was because this was Callum’s first proper game and they had nailed it today that the vibrations were so high. No one had really known what to expect from me—the QB they knew—off the field.

Everyone was talking to Callum and playing around. It took forever for people to actually start leaving.

“Mind driving me home?” I asked when he was free for a minute.

“No problem,” he said, but his smiling eyes lingered on me, just like his hug had and my heart started beating hard.

I opened up my phone, found Sabrina’s number, and sent her a quick text to go without me and then settled in, waiting for Callum to start getting cleaned up and dressed.

He got derailed one more time by an excited phone call from his family and I watched, smiling at how excitedly he spoke to them. I loved how close they were. It reminded me of my family.

By the time he was going into the showers, the last of the others were trailing out.

I chatted to them while they got dressed and then waited in the silent changing room while my thoughts raced.

Callum didn”t seem to have an issue with me at all if those short exchanges were anything to go by.

After he”d left the other night, I”d been worried.

I was still a bit worried. I couldn”t help it. I liked him. I wanted him to like me back, and I wanted to do what we”d done on my couch over again, and then some, with less clothes on.There was a good chance he didn’t want to, that he’d just been experimenting.

I would be pretty disappointed if that was the case. Hopefully, it wasn’t because it would be so hard being next to Callum without being allowed to touch him sometimes. Now that I knew what he felt like, what he tasted like…

I straightened in my seat as Callum suddenly stepped into the changing room in nothing but a towel. He looked around, quickly noticing that we were alone and then looked at me just in time to catch me tracing his body with a hungry gaze.

I forced my eyes up, trying not to look like a creep.

“You look good—looked good. Out there.”

I cleared my throat.

My attempt at making things feel normal between us immediately flopped but Callum chuckled as my cheeks heated and came closer.

“I was hoping you”d make the game,” he said.

“Really?”

He nodded.

“Yeah. Do you...”

He trailed off, then looked down at himself, suddenly seeming concerned with how naked he was.

He moved toward his locker, his back facing me as he opened it.

I tried not to watch as he got dressed but my eyes couldn”t help following his movements, tracing his body. His muscles were pumped from playing, his skin flushed from the shower.

If Callum wanted to end whatever we had started this week, I was going to have a hell of a time in these changing rooms from now on.

With a sinking feeling, I realized that despite how friendly he was being, there was a higher chance of him wanting things to go back to how they were before than there was of him wanting more. At the very least I hoped that he didn”t regret it.

My gaze fell to my hands as I waited in silence for him to be ready. Finally, he turned to me.

“Good to go?” he asked.

I nodded, got to my feet, and followed him out to where my car was parked in the lot.

I missed being on my feet and driving my own vehicle, but at least it wasn”t sitting around, gathering dust, waiting for me.

“How has she been?” I asked, patting the top.

“I think she might like me more,” Callum informed me, holding back a smile. “It might be best if she stays with me from now on. For her sake.”

I shook my head, as I climbed in.

“No. I pay the bills. I keep her.”

“I”ve been paying the gas!” he argued.

I laughed, pulling my crutches in after me.

“Fine, you can have her on weekends.”

Smiling, he shook his head, pulling the crutches from my hands and putting them in the back for me.

His eyes caught mine as he started the engine and I knew at once that he wanted to finish that sentence he’d started in the locker room, but he looked away without saying anything.

It wasn’t until we drove halfway across town in silence that he finally spoke.

“Do you want to come by?” he asked without looking at me. “I can cook us something.”

Was that what he had wanted to say all this time? It occurred to me that maybe he was just nervous and hiding it well.

“Yeah. That would be great.”

On the off chance that I was right, I reached over and rested my hand on his leg.

I could feel his muscle jump under my palm, but at least he didn’t swerve this time. He glanced at me, bit his lip, and then forced his eyes back on the road.

Callum didn”t say anything about it as he led me into his building.

It was just as unsafe as I remembered thinking it was, but I kept that to myself as he held the unlocked door open for me and led me upstairs.

“What do you feel like?” he asked, going into the kitchen.

“Anything,” I said, following him and taking a seat at the table while he started pulling out ingredients.

He put oil on a pan and started chopping vegetables while I watched.

“You know your way around a kitchen,” I remarked.

“You have to be able to cook to be part of my family,” he informed me. “It”s pretty much a competition at this point but my dad”s in the lead. It’s hard to beat his recipes.”

“Yeah?” I asked grinning. “Sounds a bit like my family. Both of my parents are killer cooks.”

“Food is life,” he said, shrugging.

There was something satisfying about watching a man cook, especially when it was for me. So, I sat back and enjoyed the show until it was nearly ready and it occurred to me that we could talk now that we were alone.

“I thought you regretted what happened between us,” I said.

Callum paused but his back was to me so I couldn”t see his face.

He continued clearing the cutting board into the pan before turning and facing me.

“I don”t,” he said firmly. “I just wanted to think about it.”

“And what do you think?” I asked cautiously.

He took a moment to stir the vegetables before looking at me again.

“I”ve never been with a man before,” he started, “so it caught me a bit off guard.”

I nodded, hoping he knew that I understood.

“I wouldn”t want you to do anything you”re not comfortable with,” I told him.

He smiled softly.

“I know you wouldn”t. That”s probably why I trusted you enough to try it.”

He didn”t elaborate just yet, instead, turning his attention back to the food so that it didn”t burn.

Without intending to, I was tapping my foot anxiously. I was dying to know what sort of conclusion he had come to about it. At the very least I wanted to know if it was going to be a one-time thing.

The food was ready though, so I forced myself to be patient while he plated the stir fry onto rice that he heated in the microwave.

I took my plate and the glass of water he offered, still wanting to go back to what he had been saying, but the first bite derailed my obsessive thoughts because it was so good.

“You weren”t lying,” I said after a few bites. “You really can cook.”

He smiled warmly.

“Glad you like it.”

I had nearly cleared my plate off when he caught me off guard by bringing it up on his own.

“So, what is it you want from me?”

I promptly choked on a piece of broccoli and had to gulp down some water before I could even begin to answer.

Callum grimaced.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “Probably should have waited until after dinner.”

“No. It”s fine. It”s good. I”ve been dying to talk to you about this.”

“Really?”

I nodded eagerly.

“Yes. I—I really like you, Callum. In case that wasn”t already obvious. I want... well, I feel like that”s up to you. I know this is new and probably confusing.”

“Not as confusing as you might think,” he replied carefully.

“No?”

“Nope. I like you,” he said. “I liked... the other night too. Enough that there”s no point denying it.”

My heart was thumping hard now. I stared at him long enough that his cheeks started turning red. He looked down at his empty plate and laughed awkwardly.

“Is that okay?” he asked.

I shook myself back to reality.

“I—yes. Absolutely.”

“Okay, cool,” he said, glancing up at me shyly.

My stomach did a full somersault.

“So, basically...” I summarized. “You want to make out again.”

Callum laughed and kicked me under the table.

“Basically,” he agreed.

I jumped to my feet—or tried to, but my cast slowed me down and I ended up bracing myself on the table to slowly get upright.

“What are you doing?” Callum asked, looking mildly alarmed.

“Finding your bedroom,” I informed him. “Unless you want to show me the way?”

For a moment, he looked like he didn”t know how to react and then, he laughed and pushed to his feet.

“Follow me,” he said.

I grabbed my crutches and went down the hall after him. I was giddy because playing around with Callum always put me in a good mood anyway. The excitement I felt to even be given a chance with someone was different, new, and exhilarating. I couldn’t remember ever having butterflies like these before.

Callum held the door open for me and then followed me inside, closing it hesitantly behind him.

I stopped and turned to look at him, grinning from ear to ear at the ridiculousness because I had two options; hobble to the bed and wait for him to come to me, or jump his bones the way I wanted to and hope he caught me.

“What are you planning?” he asked suspiciously.

I dropped my crutches.

Before I could even wobble, he reached me and was wrapping his arms around my waist to keep me on my feet.

“Such a gentleman,” I mused and finally, I got to kiss him again.

His lips felt just as good as I remembered and made my entire body ache just the same way they had last time.

I moaned softly, my hands sliding up his back, racking up his shirt.

Callum kissed me back softly, his full lips sending tingles all the way to my fingertips and toes.

“Bed,” he whispered, pulling back to help me hobble.

I couldn”t help groaning in frustration that we not only had to stop kissing but that I had to hold onto his shoulder and bounce to get there.

“I know,” I said when I collapsed on the edge of the bed. “That was so sexy. Please, keep your pants on.”

He chuckled and came forward, pushing my shoulders back until I was lying flat. My heart raced as he climbed on top of me.

“Very sexy,” he agreed, and I could barely breathe as he lowered to kiss me again.

His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I tilted my head, moaning softly at the way it made my body shiver. Every brush of his skin made me tremble.

“Why isn”t this weird?” he breathed against my lips. “It should feel weird, right?”

I chuckled breathlessly.

“Not when it’s meant to be.”

I bit my lip as he drew back far enough to look at me.

“Oops,” I muttered. “Didn”t mean to say that. Let”s just get back to the kissing.”

I tried to pull him back down, but he resisted until I sighed, giving in to the inevitable discussion.

“Is that what you think?” he asked.

I shrugged helplessly.

“I don”t know. That just slipped out on its own.” I swallowed. “All I know is that... Well, I haven”t wanted to take a chance on anyone until you. Everything feels so natural with you.”

He nodded thoughtfully.

“It does,” he agreed.

Relief filled me, even though he”d said it first, technically.

“See?” I asked, tugging him down again. “Not weird at all. Completely natural.”

The way our lips fit together was indeed like they”d been carefully fitted upon their creation. His body as he lowered, nestling on top of me, straddling me, was just as perfect.

I moaned, sliding my hands up his back again, exploring the expanse of skin that I often peeked at in the showers.

He sat up, his ass pressing to my cock while he pulled his shirt over his head.

I let my head fall back, watching him for a minute, knowing I wanted everything but that this was new to him. I had to leave it to Callum.

“Do you want to take off all your clothes this time?” I asked.

He paused, looking down at me, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth.

Then, without answering, he climbed off me and pushed his pants down, taking his underwear with it.

My mouth flooded with saliva as his cock came free, hard, big, and dark with blood. Standing there, naked for me, it was undeniable that Callum was a work of art. To me, he was perfect.

“Can I suck you off?”

He took a shuddering breath and nodded eagerly.

“Hell yes, you can.”

I pushed myself up so that I was sitting on the edge of the bed and reached for him.

His hips felt so good against my palms. His skin, so warm and soft. I dipped my head, gently touching my lips to his tip.

A soft sigh left his lips and his hands landed on my shoulders.

Slowly, I took his length into my mouth.

I shut my eyes, pleasure coursing through me at the feeling of his clean, velvety skin and thick cock, heavy on my tongue. It had been a while since I”d done this, and I hadn”t realized just how much I was craving it.

Callum moaned as I started moving over his length, swallowing him down as far as I could. His fingers tightened on my shoulders, digging in encouragingly.

He tasted so fucking good I didn’t want it to end.

My hand came to his balls, feeling them just as they started to tighten.

“Going to—” he gasped.

I nodded, not releasing him, still fondling his sac as I started to go faster, moaning as he started to buck a little, no longer able to control himself.

He groaned above me, and his cock jerked between my lips before cum suddenly flooded my mouth and shot down my throat.

I didn”t move because he was holding me in place, but it took some effort to swallow. Even though he”d given me warning, it really had been a while since I had done this. I was out of practice and forgot that sucking it down while it was coming out was the best way to do it. Instead, I ended up choking a little with most of it dripping out.

It seemed like Callum didn”t mind though, because he didn”t pull away for a minute. Not until every last tremor ran through his length.

Finally, he sagged back, and I released him, licking my lips and wiping the rest on the back of my hand.

When I looked up, Callum was staring down at me in awe.

Slowly, he lowered to his knees in front of me.

His hands landed on the waistband of my pants.

I wanted to be nice, to tell him that he didn”t have to return the favour if he didn”t want to, but there was no hesitation in his eyes when our gazes met.

I”d taken to wearing sweats that were loose enough to go over my cast, so there was no resistance. I lifted my hips to help him slide them all the way down, easily taking my boxers with them.

For a moment, he looked at my cock, almost like he was unsure what to do.

I waited breathlessly for him to move but my body was less patient, and my hips tilted toward his mouth.

He let out a breath and took the hint, leaning forward and taking me between his lips.

Oh god. It felt so good. So hot and warm and wet and more. It was so unusual and so welcome to feel connected to someone. Almost touching, like Callum was giving me a thoughtful little gift that I hadn’t expected.

I spread my knees and leaned back, trying to just let him do his thing because it felt so good that I instinctively wanted to hold his face and push in deeper.

I shut my eyes, gripping the blanket to stay still as he started to move. He stroked his full lips and wet tongue up and down my tip, slowly taking me in deeper. I could barely take it, quickly groaning and trying my hardest to last.

“Fuck,” I gasped.

My orgasm swept over me hard and suddenly, taking me over the edge with no warning.

I bucked into his mouth, moaning through gritted teeth, not even thinking until he started choking.

He pulled back, coughing and wiping his chin.

My cock was still flexing, cum still dripping from the tip. I reached down desperately, gripping the base and stroking.

“Sorry,” he muttered and came back, latching onto my tip for the last spurt of liquid.

I shook my head, still gasping for air, mesmerized by the sight of him latched onto my cock. His lips were so lovely stretched around me like that.

Finally, he lifted his head, catching my gaze.

“That was amazing,” I said, my hand landing on his soft curls.

He climbed onto the bed over me.

“I was kind of hoping you would get into it like that,” he admitted.

It took a minute and a bit of help to get into bed the right way so that we could lie next to each other.

I realized that my shirt was still on and sat up long enough to toss it onto the floor somewhere before lying down again.

Callum pulled the blankets up around us and we lay there, facing each other, both naked.

I couldn”t stop touching him, my fingers grazing his skin, then feeling the goosebumps left behind.

“Was that okay?” I asked, curiously.

Callum nodded, biting back a smile.

“Was it not obvious I was into it?” he asked playfully. “I think I came in record-breaking time.”

I chuckled.

“I might have beaten you there.”

“So competitive,” he mused. “I guess that”s why you”re a top NFL quarterback.”

I couldn”t resist kissing him again.

“You”re not so bad yourself, you know. And everyone else knows now, too.”

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I promised. “Definitely.”

I kissed him again because I couldn”t help myself and the conversation ended there.

For once, football could wait. We had plenty of time to talk about that later.