My fingers fumble on the keys. Fuck it. My hands grip her thighs and spread her wider as I push my face more firmly against her. She’s going to come. My hands scoop up her ass, pulling her against my lips, and she jerks violently, her heels making the piano shout loudly as she plants them on the keys and pulses against my mouth.

Finally, she melts back into the top of the piano, panting, moaning, shaking.

I pull back and watch my fingers gently pet her swollen pussy. She raises her head to look down at me, and seeing that look in her eyes sends me over the edge.

I stand abruptly, sending the bench over on its side, and I don’t care. I need to be inside her.

Now.

“Fuck me, that was hot,” I growl.

Chapter Nine

~Callie~

Hell yes, it was hot. Declan’s given me some pretty amazing orgasms, but I don’t think I’ve ever come like that.

I want to curl up in a satisfied ball and sleep like a kitten.

Instead, Declan grips my hips and pulls me off the piano, tugs me around to the side and bends me over it, so the very tips of my toes barely reach the floor.

I’ve never felt so small in all of my life. Because I’m not small. But Declan moves me around like I am, and I freaking love it.

“Do you have any idea,” he growls against my ear as he pushes inside me, and grips my throat with his other hand, tipping my head back. “Any idea how fucking amazing you are? Jesus, I can’t see straight.”

He’s keeping me pulled back against his chest, not choking me, just making sure I stay right where he wants me, his mouth is pressed to my ear, and he’s fucking me harder than he ever has before.

“Never stop wanting you,” he mutters, then groans when I tighten my pussy around him. He wraps my left leg back around his hip and finds my clit with his fingers, and proceeds to play it like he did when I was splayed before him, and that’s it. I can’t hold back.

“Ohmygod,” I cry as I tighten further and, unable to control any muscle in my body, I come around him.

“Oh fuck,” he growls and comes with me, pushing harder and deeper, until it just almost hurts, in the very best way.

He releases his hold on me and I collapse against the piano, gasping for air, drained of all energy. He’s gripping my hips, still buried to the hilt. Finally, he places kisses on my spine as he pulls out, then leads me out of the room.

“Where are we going?”

“We both need a shower.”

“I just took one.” He grins back at me, completely proud of himself.

“You need another one.”

***

“You’re sure you’re okay with this?” I ask for the fourth time in fifteen minutes and hate the uncertainty in my voice. Declan just smiles and kisses my forehead before I lower myself into my car.

“You’ll have a good time. My sisters are fun. Plus, there are shoes involved, and for some reason, that makes women bond.”

“Kind of like football for guys,” I agree with a nod. “Okay, I’m gonna go, but just for a little while, so I don’t seem rude.”

“You have no reason to be nervous,” he says reasonably as he leans on my door.

“I’m not nervous,” I lie and square my shoulders. “It’s just shoes.”

“Exactly.” He leans through the open window and kisses me in that way he does that makes my toes curl, then pulls away and waves as I drive away.

I’m still not sure that this is a good idea. I’ve only officially met his sisters and Kate once, and intruding on their shopping time feels… odd.

But then again, there will be shoes, so who am I to say no?

I find a parking space quickly and knock on the locked door of Head Over Heels. Charly has pulled curtains over the windows to block the view of us drooling and making asses of ourselves over shoes, I’m sure.

“Hey!” Charly says as she opens the door. “You came! I’m so glad. Come on in, we have wine and food and shoes.”

“You just said my three favorite words,” I say as I follow her inside. “Hi, everyone.”

“Welcome! White or red?” Kate asks as she holds up two bottles.

“Red, please.”

“You got it.”

“It’s good to see you again,” Gabby says and pulls me in for a hug. For such a little woman, she sure is strong. Savannah waves with a big smile on her pretty face and then points down to her foot.

“What do you think of these wedges?”

“Hmm.” I study them as I take my first sip of wine. “Too clunky for your foot.”

“Told you,” Kate says smugly and clinks her glass to mine. “Van, you should stick with the classic heels. Your feet were made for them.”

“Maybe I don’t want to be classic,” she says with a frown. “Maybe I want to be daring and unusual.”

“Those wedges don’t say daring or unusual,” Charly says, but pulls a red box out of a stack. “But these might work.”

Van takes the box and smiles widely when she pulls out a pair of black peep-toe heels with little white skull and crossbones all over them.

“These are adorable!”

“The style fits you much better,” Gabby agrees and we all sigh when she steps into them and walks around the room.

“Those are sexy,” I say and sip my wine.

“Good. I’m going for sexy,” Van says with a firm nod. “Put these in my pile.”

“You got it,” Charly says and sets them aside. “Callie, what are you looking for tonight?”

“Nothing specific,” I reply. “I’m gonna poke through and I’ll know it when I see it.”

“Good plan,” Kate says with a nod and sips her white wine. “I’m looking for something sexy to wear in bed.”

“You wear shoes to bed?” Van asks in surprise. “Why?”

“Because they’re sexy,” Gabby says. “I never had before Rhys, but let me tell you, he’s very thankful when I do.”

“I don’t have anyone to wear sexy shoes for,” Charly says with a sigh.

“What happened to Harrison?” Kate asks, her nose wrinkled as if she smelled something bad.

“Not dating him again,” Charly replies dryly. “I mean, he didn’t even tap a toe when we heard Dec play.”

“He was pretty uptight,” Kate says with a nod. “Not really your type.”

“What is your type?” I ask and pull a pair of pink patent leather sling backs out of a box and almost die at how pretty they are. “Oh God, these are hot.”

“Put them on!” Gabby exclaims.

“My type doesn’t seem to exist,” Charly replies, eyeing the pink shoes on my feet. “Those, however, are your type.”

“Oh yeah,” I breathe and walk around the store in them, already in love. “These babies are going home with me. Now, back to you.”

“Charly likes the assholes,” Gabby informs me unabashedly.

“I do not,” Charly disagrees with a frown. “I just seem to find the assholes.”

“Tell me about this Harrison guy,” I urge her. “What’s wrong with him?”

“He wore khakis and a tie to your bar to watch Dec play,” she begins and I automatically don’t like him.

“Maybe he thought it would be a fancier place,” Van says reasonably, but Charly shakes her head no.

“That’s just what he always wears.”

“Always?” Kate asks and frowns when Charly nods yes. “I didn’t like that he wasn’t very gentlemanly. I mean, it was a first date, and he didn’t hold one door for you or offer to pay for dinner or your drinks.”

“I was mortified that Eli paid for everything,” Charly says with a sigh.

“He didn’t care about that,” Kate says and pulls out a pair of royal blue heels, then passes them to me. “These would look great on you. He just didn’t like Harrison.”

“Well, then it’s unanimous, no one likes him,” Van says and zips up a super hot pair of black leather knee-high boots. “We do, however, like these.”

“Indeed,” Charly says, admiring the boots. “I’ll sell out of those real quick.”

I drain my glass and walk to the counter to pour more. “Does anyone else want more wine?”