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My Wildest Fantasy 6
Copyright © 2016 Kelli Wolfe
Published by Pink Parts Press
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All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.
I couldn’t understand it. I’d gone to sleep in bed with Callie, and woken up with Sylvie. How could it have happened? Why had Callie gone away and left the door open for her best friend to slip in? Why had she called her father to throw me out of the house?
Maybe I was slow out of the gate, but I was finally figuring out that my innocent blonde angel wasn’t all sugar and spice, after all.
Now she’s throwing a going-away party at the beach house for her friends who are heading off to college. Olivia isn’t happy about that. She’s not happy with me, either. I keep saying ‘no,’ and that’s her least favorite word in the English language. I’ve put her off as long as I can, but after this weekend her patience is gone.
If you plan on sticking around here, you’d better think about my offer.
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That was the understatement of the year. I stared down at Sylvie, speechless. How had she gotten into bed with me? And why had she done it? Suddenly memories of the night before flickered through my mind, and a wave of cold dread washed down my spine. I’d woken up in the middle of the night and had sex with the girl who was in bed with me. The room was dark, and I’d just assumed that it was Callie since we’d fallen asleep together. Of course I’d assumed that—why the hell would I think anything else? It was Callie’s room, and I’d fallen asleep with Callie next to me.
The girls were both petite, though, and between waking up in the middle of the night and being highly aroused it was possible that I’d overlooked their differences. I had been a little surprised that Callie had gone after it with so much energy after our long day, but I’d just chalked it up to her being young. It simply never crossed my mind that it could have been someone else. Sure, Sylvie had teased, but I hadn’t taken her flirting seriously.
And where was Callie now? Why had she gone away, leaving the door open for Sylvie to slip in? Oh, crap, what was Callie going to say when she found out?
“Blake, get the fuck out of my house,” Robert snarled. “And take your jailbait with you. I am not running a goddamned bordello. What the hell are you even thinking, hanging around here?”
As he spun and stormed out into the hallway, still ranting, I jumped up and began fumbling for my clothes. This was a disaster in the making, and I needed to find out what was going on so I could do damage control with Callie. How in the hell was I going to explain this to her?
Sylvie watched me from the bed with half-lidded eyes for a few seconds, then crawled out of the covers and strolled bold as brass over to Callie’s dresser, where her clothes lay in a neat pile. How could I have been so stupid? Her body was more rounded and lushly curved than Callie’s. I should have noticed the difference, even half-asleep. I was so screwed. With my luck, Callie had inherited her mother’s penchant for holding onto grudges, too. Australia wouldn’t be far enough to run this time.
The instant I was dressed, I dashed out to look for Callie. To my dismay, Robert was still waiting in the hallway, his stolid form blocking the way deeper into the house. He jabbed a finger towards the staircase.
“I’m not kidding, Blake. I want you gone. Get out before I call the cops.”
“What do you care? Just get your little tramp and go.”
Sylvie attached herself to my arm and tugged me towards the stairs. “We’re leaving. Come on, big guy.”
I dug my heels in and rounded on Robert. “Where is she? I want to talk to her.”
“Well, she doesn’t want to talk to you, so get lost.”
“I’ll believe that when I hear it from her.”
Robert shook his head in disbelief. “Who the fuck do you think called me to come home and roust your ass out of here, dipshit? You boned her best friend in her bed. Your name is mud right now.”
It felt as though the entire bottom dropped out of my world. Numb with shock, I allowed Sylvie to guide my stumbling feet down the stairs. This couldn’t be happening. There had to be some explanation. As we reached the front door, Robert fired a parting shot at me from the landing.
“Don’t think that Olivia isn’t going to hear about this little stunt, either.”
Looking up from the front doorway, I saw Callie standing just behind him. She stared back dispassionately, her gray eyes cold as a winter sky, then turned away and disappeared without a word.
“Come on,” Sylvie muttered. “Let’s get out of here.”