Getting Schooled (Getting Some #1)(65)

“Well . . . you’re forgiven. That lie was the best thing that ever happened to me.”

He leans up, pressing his lips against mine.

“Me too, Callie. Me too.”





Chapter Nineteen


Garrett





After New Year’s—the school year chugs forward, like a locomotive hurling towards spring. One early Saturday morning, in February, Callie pounces on top of me, in my bed, her bra-less tits bouncing beneath the fabric of one of my Lions T-shirts—her lips peppering my face and neck and chest with hot, quick kisses.

Not a bad way to start the day.

“Wake up . . . wake up, Garrett . . . wake up, wake up, wake up!”

Snoopy hops up next to her and joins the party—licking my face and blasting me with the foul stench of his shit-breath.

I turn my head. “Ah . . . dude. You been eating your turds again? I told you to stop that.”

He looks me dead in the face—regretting nothing.

Callie stops kissing me. “Snoopy eats his turds?”

I rub a hand down my face and my voice is scratchy with sleep.

“Yeah. But only in the winter. He thinks they’re frozen meat-logs or something.”

Callie gags.

I don’t know why she’s up so early—the sun isn’t up yet, and only a slice of light gray streaks the sky. So I take the opportunity to drag her back under the covers with me, pressing our lower halves together, ready to kick Snoopy out and take the kissing to a whole new level.

“Wait, no, don’t.” She covers my mouth with her hand, blocking me. “There’s a reason I woke you up.”

“For the fabulous fucking we’re about to do?”

She laughs, pecking my lips. “After. But first . . . the green flag’s up! I forgot about the flag, Garrett. Isn’t that crazy?”

The park service puts a flag out on the lake, letting people know when it’s frozen all the way through and safe to skate. When the green flag comes out, practically the whole town shows up—kids play ice hockey and race, couples hold hands, and Girl Scout troops sell cider and hot chocolate on the sidelines.

Callie’s eyes are so wide and joyful—her excitement becomes mine.

“Do you think your parents still have your old skates?”

“Are you kidding? They’re one step above hoarders—they don’t throw anything away.”

I tap her ass and sit up. “All right. Let’s go get them then—we’ll be the first ones out on the ice.”



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And that’s how it goes—our life, here, together—for now.

We work, Callie helps her parents, we go to the movies and dinner. We go out for drinks with Dean and play Cards Against Humanity with Callie’s sister and her brother-in-law. Callie drops by the weight room when I’m working out with the team, just to say hi, and I swing by the theater during rehearsals, just to look at her. We cuddle with Snoopy on the couch and spend practically every second we can together.

One Sunday, I go out for my run and leave Callie sleeping warm and pretty in my bed. When I come home, she’s dusting the living room, wearing my old football jersey—and seeing my name across her back does things to me. She’s got her phone playing “Out in the Street” by Bruce Springsteen, and she’s bouncing and dancing and singing—as Snoopy barks along with her, running up and down the couch.

And seeing her—my amazing girl—here in my house, dancing with my dog . . . that does something to me too. And the words tear out of me, clear and true, and straight from my pounding heart.

“I love you. I really fucking love you.”

I don’t know how I lived without her for all those years and thought it was okay.

Callie’s head is tilted, watching me, and the sweetest smile plays over her lips. She throws the dust rag on the floor and jumps onto the couch, using it as a trampoline . . . to jump into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist and her hands around my shoulders.

“I really love you too, Garrett Daniels.”

And then she kisses me.

Running her hands through my hair, making the best sounds. Things get hot pretty quick, and just a few minutes later Callie’s back is against the wall and I’m pulling the front of my running shorts down, freeing my cock, and sliding her silky underpants aside. And then I’m pushing inside her.

There’s the tight, wet squeeze that makes my lungs seize up and Callie’s breathy little voice as she sucks and bites my earlobe.

“Love me, Garrett. Love me, fuck me . . . love me forever.”

“Forever,” I swear.

My fingers dig into her ass as I pound into her—shaking the pictures on the walls. And Callie writhes against me, rolling those hips, going for it, getting herself off on me. She bites my bottom lip when she comes and the pain and high-pitched whimper in her throat send me flying over the edge with her. I curse as my ass clenches and my cock jerks, spilling deep inside her.

Afterwards, my heart gallops like a racehorse . . . I gotta work on my cardio more.

Callie looks up at me with glazed, satiated eyes . . . and then they flare, widening to the whites.

“Oh shit, you’re bleeding! I’m sorry.”

I run my tongue over my bottom lip, tasting copper. And then I smile. “Best way to start a Sunday.”