I grinned and opened the cabinets up again. Sure enough, there was a neat little row of shot glasses behind the wine glasses. I grabbed three.
Callie's eyes were sharp as ever, scowling at me and Ellie as they gleefully poured out three shots.
"Gran, I don't think this is a good idea-"
Bless her heart, the old lady looked up at her Granddaughter with the saddest puppy dog eyes I had ever seen. Oh yeah, I had an allie in Ellie. I had a sneaking suspicion she'd been planning on playing match maker all along.
"It hurts something awful Callie girl. You don't want that do you?"
I watched as the girl sighed and shook her head, giving in.
"No Gran. But I need to stay up and keep an eye on things."
"Hunter will do that, won't you? He always keeps an eye out. You should relax too."
"That's right, mam."
Ellie giggle like a school girl and winked at me. Oh yeah, she was definitely up to something. I smiled. I cared about the old bird, and more than a little.
"Don't be a stick in the mud Callie. It isn't every day you have an excuse to stop working so hard. You can't study in the dark. Loosen up a little, girl!"
I watched as Callie joined us at the table, picked up the shot and downed it without a moments hesitation. Then she looked at me straight in the eye. I nearly fell over at the challenge in those eyes. But hell if I wasn't always up for a challenge.
"Well, aren't you going to keep up?"
Chapter Seven
Callie
I lifted the cold beer to my lips. Hunter had gone next door for them after we'd finished half the tequila. Gran was in bed, sleeping soundly. That's where I should be too. But I was having too much fun.
I was surprised as hell, but Hunter was good company. Better than good, he was great.
I'd been laughing all night. He kept me on my toes too. We'd been sparring like two people with quick wits but opposite points of view. He wasn't so different from me after all though.
Hunter had told me about his family, his club, the people who mattered to him. He said he would die for them. Not just his little sister or the Aunts who had raised him. Anyone in his club.
They weren't just a bunch of criminals it turned out.
They were his family.
Oh yeah, the giant biker next door was making me laugh. He was so different from what I'd expected. Right now he was shirtless, at my prompting. He'd rolled up his sleeves to show off his tattoos. First were his ink from the service. He'd served in the Marines, which was pretty impressive. Then a devil with wings. Then something about his mother. I'd wanted to see them all after that.
That's why I asked him to take his shirt off. He'd been more than happy to oblige me. In fact, he'd looked like a kid on Christmas morning.
So, yeah, I was busy looking at his tats…
On his back were the ones that made me squeal with laughter.
The man had tattoos of his cats. Three of them. With tiny wings and halos.
Apparently Hunter was… a cat man. A big, burly, beautiful cat man.
He'd looked a bit offended when I'd started giggling. He did have a heart after all. Not just for his club and family. For kitties.
"What were their names?"
"Brass Knuckles, Bealzabub and Zombie Cat."
I giggled again. Was he kidding? He had a straight face-wait- no there was a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His lips that were moving closer-My eyes lifted to his. I stopped giggling when I saw the heat there. For such cool blue eyes, they were giving off nuclear levels of heat.
He was going to kiss me. Not all that surprisng. The fact that I wanted him to was the real surprise.
My eyelids fluttered shut as he slid his arm behind my back, pulling me hard against his chest. At the same moment his lips came crashing down on mine. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It wasn't rough either-just- insistent.
Demanding.
In half a second he'd angled his mouth open and his tongue was plunging into my mouth. There was something methodical about the way he was maneuvering me, angling me back on the couch so he could press his body into mine, shifting his hand to my breast at the same time.
His movements were so deliberate, even though there was an untamed heat behind them…
Almost as if he'd planned this.
Until I started to kiss him back.
That's when he lost all semblance of control.
Chapter Eight
Hunter
I moaned into Callie's mouth, pressing my raging hard on into her belly. I reached down, lifting her leg up and around my hip. There. That's where I wanted to be. Right between those long, sexy legs of hers.
Unffff… God she felt good.
I was rocking myself into her as we kissed, feeling as if we'd gone from zero to 200 in sixty seconds. Less.
Twenty seconds.
Ten.
And I was already out of the drivers seat. I'd thought to control this, to manage her until I had her out of her mind with lust for me. Instead we were both panting like we'd been running for miles instead of laying on a couch for a handful of minutes.
Very, very pleasurable minutes.
Damn but the girl could kiss!
A few minutes ago I wasn't sure if I was even going to kiss her. No matter how badly I wanted to, my gut was screaming to stay away. That once I got in, I was never, ever going to be free again. Now I was ready to fuck her on her Grandmother's sofa. Damn couch was short too.
Oh well, a brave man could face down any adversary.
Even a tiny pink couch with broken springs.
I had to tear my mouth away from hers in order to get to more important things.
Like finally getting my hands on those tits. Those perfect tits that had been driving me nuts for weeks. Seeing her bounce gently in those worn in old t-shirts of hers… well, it was enough to drive a man insane. But now-now I could touch her.
And taste her too.
I tugged her shirt up and over her head and pulled the cups away from her breasts. I was as eager as a school boy, staring at the most perfect pair I'd seen in my life. Including those centerfolds in the magazines under my daddy's dresser.
I moaned as they popped out, full, rosy tipped with hard nipples just waiting for me to taste them. Hmmmm… Sweet Jesus the woman had glorious tits!
I growled and lowered my head, sucking the sensitive point into my hot mouth. She cried out in pleasure which only made me desperate for more. My hands moved lower, unzipping those damned jean shorts of hers. If I didn't get inside her soon, I was going to combust.
But first I wanted to hear her make that noise again. And a lot of other sounds. Squealing, satisfied, feminine sounds.
I shifted my weight and lowered my mouth to her soft belly, kissing my way down to the soft triangle of curls. She was neat but natural. Just the way I liked it.
And she smelled sweet and feminine too.
I liked women who looked like women down there. But this was something else. Callie had a sweet, trim little pussy that I could not wait to get inside of. I showed her my appreciation the best way I could; with my mouth.