It’s not fair to either of you to jump to conclusions.” She smiles at him softly. Dean grins and takes a seat. To tell me what the hell you’ve been doing and who you’ve been doing it with.” His voice drops and he can’t keep the pain from bleeding through the anger. As his mouth closes her breast, she arches toward him, calling his name. “So get after her, would you? “Ok, where are we going?”
She doesn’t stop moving, barely even casting him a glance as she replies, “Not we, Sam, me.”
He stops and stares, boot hanging from his hand. “So, how’d it go?”
“Um, fine,” she murmurs. Her eyes flicker to his face and then back to the ground. Or says she does. He doesn’t think he could handle the same thing with Callie. “You wouldn’t.”
She raises an eyebrow. “I’ll call you when I’m done. “Hey, Sam, it’s Callie,” her voice says. He feels her shiver. He feels her reaching the edge, knows the sounds she makes when she’s close.
