Teyler knows he’s running out of time, tingles already working their way up his spine. He knew he shouldn’t have stroked himself while eating her pussy, but the ache had been too great not to. But now he was about to come, and he’d be damned if it were on her thigh instead of in her tight pussy.
He pulls her body to the edge of the bed, and standing, thrusts inside her. Knowing she’s wet and ready for him, he doesn’t worry. He thrusts and grunts, thrusts again and groans as his eyes squeeze shut. “You’re going to make me pop, baby. Right now, in this tight pussy. Gonna fill you up.”
Thrust after thrust, Teyler groans and grunts until finally he rears back, pulling out to his tip then slamming back into Colleen as he roars through the first spurt of his orgasm. “Coll,” he moans. “So good.”
As Teyler collapses atop her, Colleen giggles. “I hope you also bought a washer and dryer. I think these sheets will need a thorough cleaning.”
“Not until morning. I plan on making them and you a whole hell of a lot dirtier.”
The next morning, they wake in each other’s arms and make love. Teyler moving in and out of her body slowly, while he sweetly kisses her and tells her how much he missed her, how he’ll cherish her as his wife until the day he dies. He walks her home then heads back to the apartment above Spill the Tea. Pete Roman and Mason James have more renovations to complete at his new home, so until those are done, he’s staying there. Callan Black needed his help anyway.
Teyler finds him passed out on the sofa when he enters the apartment but leaves him for the time being to quietly make himself a quick bite to eat. Normally, Colleen and Teyler do a morning walk, but they slept in today after a night of unbridled passion then she had to get to her house so she could clean up before heading into the shop. He’ll go for his five-mile run in a little while, then later tonight, Teyler will make sure that they get in another sex workout. As he’s cooking, Callan’s phone repeatedly rings, and finally, unable to take that shit anymore, Teyler swipes to answer the call from Callan’s ex-girlfriend.
“Cal?” Jordan’s soft voice asks. “You okay?”
“Ah, it’s Teyler. Callan’s sleeping, well, passed out on the couch.”
“Oh, okay. Um, can you ask him to call me when he wakes up?”
“Sure, honey. I’ll make sure of it.”
“Thanks.”
Not five minutes later, as he’s shoveling a forkful of eggs into his mouth, it rings again. And again, Callan doesn’t budge. This time it’s his best friend.
Elliot Montgomery hits the ground running when the call connects. “You need to get your quirky ass over here, dude, and listen to Jordan. Your girlfriend is moping around and doing nothing but crying. It’s not good for business and Adams and I need her to stop spending all her time in the bathroom. You know that’s our favorite place to fuck.”
“Um.” Teyler laughs. “I’m not going to even ask. This is Teyler, by the way. Callan’s passed out on the sofa. Looks hungover. I’ll have him call Jordan when he comes to?”
“Fuck. Yeah. Thanks, Tey. But if I were you, I’d get out of the apartment. The girls are forming a posse. It won’t end well. Save yourself. Bye.”
“Bye.” Teyler laughs.
Callan groans as Teyler looms over him. He’s never seen him hungover before, but the poor kid was clearly hurting this morning. “Hey, man, your girl and best friend are really worried about you. They’ve been calling and texting you nonstop.”
Callan shrugs then the shrill of his phone has him begging, “Make it stop.”
And Teyler does…make it stop. But Callan hadn’t said how, so Teyler accepts this call from Jordan, tells her nothing has changed since he last spoke to her fifteen minutes prior, Callan’s alive and safe on the couch.
Callan tries to stand up and fails miserably. Teyler’s strong hand, the one that spent his career palming a basketball, pushes him back down with a command to relax.
“I don’t want to see her,” Callan states in a whisper then orders himself to be quiet, his head uncomfortably throbbing.
Teyler chuckles at his friend’s shitty circumstances then shoves Callan’s legs to the floor so he’ll have room for his oversized body to sit.
“Why’d I allow you to stay here?” Callan asks.
“Because I’m growing on you and you love Colleen.”
Callan growls. “I have a feeling once I know the whole story about the two of you, I’m not going to like you very much.”
Teyler sighs but doesn’t deny the probability of the statement. Instead, he tells Callan that he’s “rank” and needs a fucking shower and a toothbrush.
Again, Callan shrugs. “No need,” he states. “Because I don’t plan on having company. You don’t like the way I smell, move out.”
Teyler laughs. Oh, he’ll be moving out, all right. And marrying Colleen. He needed that to happen sooner than later. After they’d come up for air, she’d told him that she wanted to marry him, but was going to not wear the ring he’d placed on her finger until she’d had time to figure out how to best tell their daughter, Callan, and the rest of Falls Village. Teyler hadn’t liked the idea, but he took her lead whenever their daughter’s feelings were concerned. He also got it with Callan. The poor guy was a worse wreck now than Teyler had been at eighteen when Colleen had broken his heart.
“You’re all right, man. I can’t remember a time anyone spoke to me like I was a real person and told me to fuck myself. Honestly, it was probably Coll.”
“I didn’t tell you to fuck yourself.”
“You thought it.”
Callan shrugs again because he knows Teyler is right, then he holds out his hand for the phone. Tey hands it over as Callan says, “Fuuuck,” when he looks at the screen and the amount of calls.
“You heading into the shower?” Teyler asks at Callan’s retreating back. “Should I let your girl in? She might want to soap your back.”
Callan sends him the finger over his head.
Teyler makes his way to the alley between the shops for his morning run and bumps into a familiar female who he’s in the mood to banter with. Lucky for him, so is she. “I can’t believe you came back here after all this time, Tey,” Colleen purrs, their role-playing game turning them both on. “I never thought I’d see you again.”
“I can’t believe we have a daughter and you thought it was a good idea to keep her from me,” Teyler half jokes. These little bantering sessions seem to help them get out their lingering anger, so who was he to question Dr. Hughes. The guy was helping them work through shit and getting him laid on the regular.
“Tey.” Colleen’s cries turn into a fierce warning. “Don’t!”
“Don’t? Me? Coll, how could you keep…fuuuuck…”
And God bless the new doctor, Teyler thinks as he backs his woman up against the bricks of the wall and takes her mouth in a heated kiss.
Teyler feels a pang of guilt over not coming completely clean with his roommate and friend, but he agrees that he and Colleen need some time to luxuriate in their reunited love before the rest of Falls Village knows the extent of their relationship. They also had been worried about Callan when they first started dating because he’d been through too many changes in his life and daily routine with Jordan to handle another, so the couple kept the extent of their love affair hidden as much as they could. People around town knew they were dating, the secret of Taylor’s paternity long since discovered, but they weren’t ready for the limelight as the new it couple in town just yet.