A Miami Christmas (2/4?)
Title: A Miami Christmas (2/4?)
Rating: NC-17, kiddos.
Callie flung the front door of the Spanish-style mansion open, and called out, “Mom? Daddy? We’re here.”
A woman who looked very much like Callie appeared, smiling. “Hi honey,” she greeted Callie warmly, hugging her tightly. “You look good. How’s Seattle?”
“Rainy. Mom, this is my friend Mark. Mark, this is my mom Yolanda.”
With no hesitation, she pulled Mark into a warm embrace. “So nice to meet you, Mark. We are thrilled you could join us. Callie never brings friends home.”
Callie closed her eyes and shook her head. “Which rooms are we staying in?”
“You and Mark will be in the pool house.” Yolanda looked apologetic. “What with all your brothers coming, and all the kids…we didn’t want the kids alone in the pool house because knowing those boys…so, it’s yours.”
“And Daddy is okay with this?” Callie couldn’t quite believe her ears.
“You leave your father to me, Calliope.” She patted Mark’s arm. “Show your friend here to the pool house, relax, freshen up, take a swim. Dinner is at 7.”
Callie hoisted her carry-on over her shoulder. “Do you want help cooking?”
“No, your father is just going to throw some steaks on the grill.” She brushed Callie’s hair out of her face. “Go relax. I left some mojitos in the fridge for you.”
Giving her mother an odd look, she indicated for Mark to follow her.
“I’d just like to say for the record that I love your mom,” Mark said as he followed her through a large den and down a sunny hallway.
She led him through another large room, then out through a sliding glass door onto a patio. A large, turquoise pool shimmered in the sunlight, with a small mews off at the other end. “The good thing about the pool house is that it has an amazing view.”
Mark, who was several steps behind Callie, smirked. “The view from right here is pretty good.”
Callie didn’t even acknowledge his remark. She threw the door to the pool house open and walked in, setting her bag down with a sigh. “Okay…do you want the room with the pool view, or the beach view?”
“Which do you want?”
“I don’t care.” She turned and found herself smack in his arms, his hands snaking around her waist . When his mouth descended onto her earlobe, she shivered and tried to push him away. “Mark…we can’t.”
“Why not?” his breath was warm on her ear. “We are in a completely separate house. Nobody will hear us.”
“I just…” she sighed as he nibbled at her ear. “God, why do you make this so hard?”
“Why do you make me so hard?” he replied, pulling her hips towards his so that she could feel his erection. Their lips met in a hot, frenzied kiss and Callie found herself untucking his shirt from his jeans.
“I hate that I can’t say no to you.”
“Really? I kind of enjoy it.” Mark slid his hands up her torso and pinched her nipple through her bra. “So, we gonna do this here?”
“Bedroom.” Grabbing him at the button on his jeans, she led him down a hall into a room with the most beautiful view of the beach he had ever seen.
“You were right about the view.” He looked down at her. “I still think the one I have right here is better.”
As their lips met again, Callie felt a strange, nervous sensation in her stomach that was both pleasant and frightening. Addison’s words rang in her ears as Mark undressed her slowly, his lips leaving a trail all over her body.
She raised her legs to cradle him in her hips, but before he entered her he stopped and looked at her, his face soft. “You okay?”
Her heart fluttered. “Yeah.”
“You sure?” he asked, gently brushing a piece of hair out of her face, caressing her cheek. The simple gesture made her tremble, and she knew with a sudden flash of insight that she was falling helplessly, hopelessly in love with him.
“Yes.”
He kissed her tenderly as he entered her, and as he hovered above her, hips thrusting into hers, she saw him with new eyes. He wasn’t a manwhore, a tool to be used to scratch an itch; he was her friend, a lonely and lost and hurting soul not unlike herself. Reaching up, she caressed his face, and the dazzling smile she got in return set her heart aflutter.
Their climax was hard and satisfying, but Mark took his time untangling himself from Callie, pulling her close as they lay on the bed.
“We should get ready for dinner,” she finally said, not wanting to leave the warmth of his arms.
“Is dinner a formal affair? I hope not, I didn’t bring my tux.”
“No,” she laughed. “Considering that it’s a barbecue, jeans will be fine.”
“Just checking. Wouldn’t want to ruin this suave, urbane front I’m putting on.” Mark kissed her cheek as he slid out of the bed, and a moment later she heard the shower running. “Room for two!” he called to her.
“Take your shower, horndog!” she replied with a small smile. “You want me getting a UTI from all our sex? Try explaining that one to my dad!”
“Point taken.”
Callie fumbled around in the pile of discarded clothes until she found her Blackberry. Pulling up Addison’s number, she dashed off a quick text message.
‘Consider my ass bitten. Hard.’
She waited until she got delivery confirmation, and then hurried to get dressed.
Dinner was a relaxed affair on the enormous patio by the pool. Mark had stopped trying to remember names-four brothers, four wives, and twelve children were too much for him to remember. After several failed attempts by Mark to remember who was who, they teasingly assigned themselves numbers and one of them (Three, who was Callie’s brother Matt) dug up some plain white stickers and made each brother a badge with his assigned number.
“I think Mark needs one too,” Four (otherwise known as Mike) chimed in, grabbing the pen from his brother. “What do the girls at the hospital call him?”
“McSteamy,” Callie replied, laughing when Mark’s face turned red.
Catcalls and whistles followed, along with some good-natured ribbing from Callie’s family. Mark laughed with embarrassment. “Really…I don’t know where they got it from.”
“I do,” Four’s wife said, and the entire table roared with laughter.
When the laughter died down, Callie’s father stood up. “Gentlemen, may I interest you in drinks?”
Callie nudged him. “This is the part where dad and my brothers lock you in a room and grill you,” she whispered.
“I think I can handle it,” he replied, placing a soft kiss on her cheek before standing up and going with the rest of the men into the big house.
Once the men had gone, the five women pounced on Callie. Speaking all at once, Callie couldn’t answer one question before someone asked another. Finally she put her hand up. “Enough! We met at the hospital, and no he’s not my boyfriend, we’re just friends.”
Her sister-in-law Melanie gave her a look. “He is so not just a friend, Callie.”
“Have you seen the way he looks at you?” chimed in Natalie. “That is not how a man looks at a friend. Am I right?” she asked Yolanda.
Callie’s mother gave her a knowing look. “He’s smitten.”
“Right.” Callie rolled her eyes. “Look, as much as you want to be all like, ‘oooh, Callie has a boyfriend!’ he’s not, okay? He’s just…Mark.”
“Methinks the lady doth protest too much!” Melanie shot back.
“I do not! Besides, he can have any woman in Seattle.”
“Yeah, but he wants you. That much is crystal clear.” Sarah got up, her hugely pregnant belly bumping the table. “Callie, I love you to death, but really? You’re clueless.”
“I am not.” Abruptly, Callie stood. “It’s just…it isn’t happening, okay? So just stop.” She sighed. “I’m going to bed.” She turned on her heel and fled to the safety of the pool house.
“What’s your poison, Mark?” Hector Torres asked. “Whiskey, scotch?”
“Scotch is good.”
“You’re a doctor, right?” Four asked, handing Mark a glass.
“Surgeon, yes. Otolaryngology and plastics.”
“Plastics?” One said with a sly grin. “Lots of tits and ass.”
Mark laughed. “Some. I’ve done a lot of reconstructive surgeries as well, it’s not all boob jobs and face lifts.”
Hector sat down in a brown leather wing chair and regarded Mark coolly. “How long have you known Calliope?”
“She was one of the first people I met in Seattle.” Mark smiled, remembering exactly how they had met.
“I see. And how did you meet?”
“At the hospital,” he lied smoothly. “We worked on a trauma together.”
“You like her?” Two was direct and to the point.
“Yes, yes I do. Quite a bit.” Mark gave the men his most charming smile, which was covering for the nervousness he felt. “I know that you are probably wondering what my intentions are towards Callie, and I assure you that I care for her a great deal. But she’s hesitant, and not without reason. So, I’m waiting for her to be ready and in the meantime, she’s my friend.”
Hector looked at Mark for a moment, appraising the man in front of him. “I don’t want her to get hurt again.”
“Believe me, I don’t want that either.” Mark sighed. “Callie’s amazing. She’s phenomenal, and trust me when I say that I know how lucky I am to have her in my life.” He paused, searching for the right words. “She’s my best friend, and some day I’d like her to be more. I know it will have to be on her terms, in her own time, but I’m a patient man.”
Callie’s father nodded. “I appreciate your candor, Mark. I find it refreshing.”
“Thank you.”
“Do you golf?” Mark looked confused, and Hector laughed. “Two of my sons don’t golf, so we’re one short for a foursome. I’ve got a good tee time the day after Christmas, and if you play we’d like it if you joined us.”
“I’m not very good, “ Mark replied. “But I’ll give it a go.”
“Good.” He stood, and he and Mark shook hands. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some last minute things to do.”
When the door shut behind Hector, one of Callie’s brothers clapped Mark on the shoulder. “Looks like you’re in. He never invites anyone outside of family to golf.”
“That’s good to know.” Mark checked his watch. “I’m going to go find Callie. I will see you all later.”
As he made his way to the pool house, Mark couldn’t hide his grin.
Callie was lying in the enormous bed with the beach view, staring out the window with her earbuds in her ears, wearing only Mark’s faded Columbia t-shirt. She didn’t hear Mark approaching, so when he smacked her satin-clad ass she screeched and jumped about a foot. Glaring at a laughing Mark, she pulled the earbuds out of her ears.
“Well?”
“Well what?” he asked, feigning cluelessness as he toed his shoes off.
“You know damn well what!”
“Whoa, down girl!” He chuckled at her glare. “It went fine. He asked me to go golfing the day after Christmas.”
“Golfing?” She gave him a small, shy smile.
“Yeah, you know…long stick, little white ball, far away hole.”
“I know what golf is.” Despite herself, she couldn’t help but smile. “My father must like you.”
“What’s not to like?” he asked, and he caught her hand as she threw a halfhearted punch at him and pulled her close, dipping his head down to graze her lips with his.
Sighing, she opened her mouth and kissed him, their tongues dueling in their familiar dance. She noticed everything about the moment-the taste of scotch on his tongue, the smell of his cologne, the feel of his body pressed against hers. It was so familiar, yet so new.
They broke their kiss and looked at one another, both aware of the small shift that had just occurred. “I will take the other bedroom,” he whispered.
“No. Stay.” She smiled. “I already unpacked your stuff in here anyway.”
Callie lay back on the bed and watched as Mark stripped down to his boxers and climbed into the bed next to her. She settled into his arms, and within moments was drifting off into sleep.
Some time later she awoke with a start, noticing that the light she had left on next to the bed was still on. As she gained consciousness, Callie also noticed that while she could feel Mark in the bed next to her, she was no longer in his arms. Rolling over, she found him propped up against his pillows, reading.
“What’s that?” she asked, her voice thick with sleep.
“Don Quixote. I found it in one of the other rooms.”
Callie snorted. “That’ll put you to sleep.”
“I’ve read it before.”
“Why aren’t you asleep?”
“You want the dirty answer, or the clean one?” he asked, turning a page.
“Both.”
“I’m in bed with you, half dressed, and while my brain might want to go to sleep certain parts of my anatomy dislike that idea.” He looked over at her. “And, you snore.”
“I do not!”
“Sawing logs, Cal. I thought I fixed that for you.”
He looked so damn sexy, lying there reading with messy hair and no shirt, that Callie couldn’t help what she did next. Plucking the book from his hands, she set it on the bedside table and turned out the light before straddling him and pulling her shirt off.
Their mouths met in a hot, wet kiss as he cupped her breasts, teasing the nipples with his thumbs. Trailing her hands down his chest, she reached under his boxers to stroke him, running her thumb around the head. When his cock jumped in her hand, she broke their kiss and trailed her tongue down his torso, sliding his boxers off before taking him into her mouth.
Her dark hair tickled his thighs as her tongue swirled around his cock, and he moaned, trying with all his will not to thrust into her mouth. As her mouth sucked at him, he could feel the tightness in his balls that signaled orgasm, and he pulled her up to face him.
Callie pulled her panties off and straddled him again, and this time he thrust inside her. Rocking her hips, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, moaning and grunting into his mouth. When he slipped one hand between them and began to play with her clit she came hard, legs trembling and twitching. His climax followed soon after, and he shifted their bodies to lay down, pulling the sheets up around them.
“So I guess that no-sex thing is out the window.”
She laughed. “Oh yeah.”
Rating: NC-17, kiddos.
Callie flung the front door of the Spanish-style mansion open, and called out, “Mom? Daddy? We’re here.”
A woman who looked very much like Callie appeared, smiling. “Hi honey,” she greeted Callie warmly, hugging her tightly. “You look good. How’s Seattle?”
“Rainy. Mom, this is my friend Mark. Mark, this is my mom Yolanda.”
With no hesitation, she pulled Mark into a warm embrace. “So nice to meet you, Mark. We are thrilled you could join us. Callie never brings friends home.”
Callie closed her eyes and shook her head. “Which rooms are we staying in?”
“You and Mark will be in the pool house.” Yolanda looked apologetic. “What with all your brothers coming, and all the kids…we didn’t want the kids alone in the pool house because knowing those boys…so, it’s yours.”
“And Daddy is okay with this?” Callie couldn’t quite believe her ears.
“You leave your father to me, Calliope.” She patted Mark’s arm. “Show your friend here to the pool house, relax, freshen up, take a swim. Dinner is at 7.”
Callie hoisted her carry-on over her shoulder. “Do you want help cooking?”
“No, your father is just going to throw some steaks on the grill.” She brushed Callie’s hair out of her face. “Go relax. I left some mojitos in the fridge for you.”
Giving her mother an odd look, she indicated for Mark to follow her.
“I’d just like to say for the record that I love your mom,” Mark said as he followed her through a large den and down a sunny hallway.
She led him through another large room, then out through a sliding glass door onto a patio. A large, turquoise pool shimmered in the sunlight, with a small mews off at the other end. “The good thing about the pool house is that it has an amazing view.”
Mark, who was several steps behind Callie, smirked. “The view from right here is pretty good.”
Callie didn’t even acknowledge his remark. She threw the door to the pool house open and walked in, setting her bag down with a sigh. “Okay…do you want the room with the pool view, or the beach view?”
“Which do you want?”
“I don’t care.” She turned and found herself smack in his arms, his hands snaking around her waist . When his mouth descended onto her earlobe, she shivered and tried to push him away. “Mark…we can’t.”
“Why not?” his breath was warm on her ear. “We are in a completely separate house. Nobody will hear us.”
“I just…” she sighed as he nibbled at her ear. “God, why do you make this so hard?”
“Why do you make me so hard?” he replied, pulling her hips towards his so that she could feel his erection. Their lips met in a hot, frenzied kiss and Callie found herself untucking his shirt from his jeans.
“I hate that I can’t say no to you.”
“Really? I kind of enjoy it.” Mark slid his hands up her torso and pinched her nipple through her bra. “So, we gonna do this here?”
“Bedroom.” Grabbing him at the button on his jeans, she led him down a hall into a room with the most beautiful view of the beach he had ever seen.
“You were right about the view.” He looked down at her. “I still think the one I have right here is better.”
As their lips met again, Callie felt a strange, nervous sensation in her stomach that was both pleasant and frightening. Addison’s words rang in her ears as Mark undressed her slowly, his lips leaving a trail all over her body.
She raised her legs to cradle him in her hips, but before he entered her he stopped and looked at her, his face soft. “You okay?”
Her heart fluttered. “Yeah.”
“You sure?” he asked, gently brushing a piece of hair out of her face, caressing her cheek. The simple gesture made her tremble, and she knew with a sudden flash of insight that she was falling helplessly, hopelessly in love with him.
“Yes.”
He kissed her tenderly as he entered her, and as he hovered above her, hips thrusting into hers, she saw him with new eyes. He wasn’t a manwhore, a tool to be used to scratch an itch; he was her friend, a lonely and lost and hurting soul not unlike herself. Reaching up, she caressed his face, and the dazzling smile she got in return set her heart aflutter.
Their climax was hard and satisfying, but Mark took his time untangling himself from Callie, pulling her close as they lay on the bed.
“We should get ready for dinner,” she finally said, not wanting to leave the warmth of his arms.
“Is dinner a formal affair? I hope not, I didn’t bring my tux.”
“No,” she laughed. “Considering that it’s a barbecue, jeans will be fine.”
“Just checking. Wouldn’t want to ruin this suave, urbane front I’m putting on.” Mark kissed her cheek as he slid out of the bed, and a moment later she heard the shower running. “Room for two!” he called to her.
“Take your shower, horndog!” she replied with a small smile. “You want me getting a UTI from all our sex? Try explaining that one to my dad!”
“Point taken.”
Callie fumbled around in the pile of discarded clothes until she found her Blackberry. Pulling up Addison’s number, she dashed off a quick text message.
‘Consider my ass bitten. Hard.’
She waited until she got delivery confirmation, and then hurried to get dressed.
Dinner was a relaxed affair on the enormous patio by the pool. Mark had stopped trying to remember names-four brothers, four wives, and twelve children were too much for him to remember. After several failed attempts by Mark to remember who was who, they teasingly assigned themselves numbers and one of them (Three, who was Callie’s brother Matt) dug up some plain white stickers and made each brother a badge with his assigned number.
“I think Mark needs one too,” Four (otherwise known as Mike) chimed in, grabbing the pen from his brother. “What do the girls at the hospital call him?”
“McSteamy,” Callie replied, laughing when Mark’s face turned red.
Catcalls and whistles followed, along with some good-natured ribbing from Callie’s family. Mark laughed with embarrassment. “Really…I don’t know where they got it from.”
“I do,” Four’s wife said, and the entire table roared with laughter.
When the laughter died down, Callie’s father stood up. “Gentlemen, may I interest you in drinks?”
Callie nudged him. “This is the part where dad and my brothers lock you in a room and grill you,” she whispered.
“I think I can handle it,” he replied, placing a soft kiss on her cheek before standing up and going with the rest of the men into the big house.
Once the men had gone, the five women pounced on Callie. Speaking all at once, Callie couldn’t answer one question before someone asked another. Finally she put her hand up. “Enough! We met at the hospital, and no he’s not my boyfriend, we’re just friends.”
Her sister-in-law Melanie gave her a look. “He is so not just a friend, Callie.”
“Have you seen the way he looks at you?” chimed in Natalie. “That is not how a man looks at a friend. Am I right?” she asked Yolanda.
Callie’s mother gave her a knowing look. “He’s smitten.”
“Right.” Callie rolled her eyes. “Look, as much as you want to be all like, ‘oooh, Callie has a boyfriend!’ he’s not, okay? He’s just…Mark.”
“Methinks the lady doth protest too much!” Melanie shot back.
“I do not! Besides, he can have any woman in Seattle.”
“Yeah, but he wants you. That much is crystal clear.” Sarah got up, her hugely pregnant belly bumping the table. “Callie, I love you to death, but really? You’re clueless.”
“I am not.” Abruptly, Callie stood. “It’s just…it isn’t happening, okay? So just stop.” She sighed. “I’m going to bed.” She turned on her heel and fled to the safety of the pool house.
“What’s your poison, Mark?” Hector Torres asked. “Whiskey, scotch?”
“Scotch is good.”
“You’re a doctor, right?” Four asked, handing Mark a glass.
“Surgeon, yes. Otolaryngology and plastics.”
“Plastics?” One said with a sly grin. “Lots of tits and ass.”
Mark laughed. “Some. I’ve done a lot of reconstructive surgeries as well, it’s not all boob jobs and face lifts.”
Hector sat down in a brown leather wing chair and regarded Mark coolly. “How long have you known Calliope?”
“She was one of the first people I met in Seattle.” Mark smiled, remembering exactly how they had met.
“I see. And how did you meet?”
“At the hospital,” he lied smoothly. “We worked on a trauma together.”
“You like her?” Two was direct and to the point.
“Yes, yes I do. Quite a bit.” Mark gave the men his most charming smile, which was covering for the nervousness he felt. “I know that you are probably wondering what my intentions are towards Callie, and I assure you that I care for her a great deal. But she’s hesitant, and not without reason. So, I’m waiting for her to be ready and in the meantime, she’s my friend.”
Hector looked at Mark for a moment, appraising the man in front of him. “I don’t want her to get hurt again.”
“Believe me, I don’t want that either.” Mark sighed. “Callie’s amazing. She’s phenomenal, and trust me when I say that I know how lucky I am to have her in my life.” He paused, searching for the right words. “She’s my best friend, and some day I’d like her to be more. I know it will have to be on her terms, in her own time, but I’m a patient man.”
Callie’s father nodded. “I appreciate your candor, Mark. I find it refreshing.”
“Thank you.”
“Do you golf?” Mark looked confused, and Hector laughed. “Two of my sons don’t golf, so we’re one short for a foursome. I’ve got a good tee time the day after Christmas, and if you play we’d like it if you joined us.”
“I’m not very good, “ Mark replied. “But I’ll give it a go.”
“Good.” He stood, and he and Mark shook hands. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some last minute things to do.”
When the door shut behind Hector, one of Callie’s brothers clapped Mark on the shoulder. “Looks like you’re in. He never invites anyone outside of family to golf.”
“That’s good to know.” Mark checked his watch. “I’m going to go find Callie. I will see you all later.”
As he made his way to the pool house, Mark couldn’t hide his grin.
Callie was lying in the enormous bed with the beach view, staring out the window with her earbuds in her ears, wearing only Mark’s faded Columbia t-shirt. She didn’t hear Mark approaching, so when he smacked her satin-clad ass she screeched and jumped about a foot. Glaring at a laughing Mark, she pulled the earbuds out of her ears.
“Well?”
“Well what?” he asked, feigning cluelessness as he toed his shoes off.
“You know damn well what!”
“Whoa, down girl!” He chuckled at her glare. “It went fine. He asked me to go golfing the day after Christmas.”
“Golfing?” She gave him a small, shy smile.
“Yeah, you know…long stick, little white ball, far away hole.”
“I know what golf is.” Despite herself, she couldn’t help but smile. “My father must like you.”
“What’s not to like?” he asked, and he caught her hand as she threw a halfhearted punch at him and pulled her close, dipping his head down to graze her lips with his.
Sighing, she opened her mouth and kissed him, their tongues dueling in their familiar dance. She noticed everything about the moment-the taste of scotch on his tongue, the smell of his cologne, the feel of his body pressed against hers. It was so familiar, yet so new.
They broke their kiss and looked at one another, both aware of the small shift that had just occurred. “I will take the other bedroom,” he whispered.
“No. Stay.” She smiled. “I already unpacked your stuff in here anyway.”
Callie lay back on the bed and watched as Mark stripped down to his boxers and climbed into the bed next to her. She settled into his arms, and within moments was drifting off into sleep.
Some time later she awoke with a start, noticing that the light she had left on next to the bed was still on. As she gained consciousness, Callie also noticed that while she could feel Mark in the bed next to her, she was no longer in his arms. Rolling over, she found him propped up against his pillows, reading.
“What’s that?” she asked, her voice thick with sleep.
“Don Quixote. I found it in one of the other rooms.”
Callie snorted. “That’ll put you to sleep.”
“I’ve read it before.”
“Why aren’t you asleep?”
“You want the dirty answer, or the clean one?” he asked, turning a page.
“Both.”
“I’m in bed with you, half dressed, and while my brain might want to go to sleep certain parts of my anatomy dislike that idea.” He looked over at her. “And, you snore.”
“I do not!”
“Sawing logs, Cal. I thought I fixed that for you.”
He looked so damn sexy, lying there reading with messy hair and no shirt, that Callie couldn’t help what she did next. Plucking the book from his hands, she set it on the bedside table and turned out the light before straddling him and pulling her shirt off.
Their mouths met in a hot, wet kiss as he cupped her breasts, teasing the nipples with his thumbs. Trailing her hands down his chest, she reached under his boxers to stroke him, running her thumb around the head. When his cock jumped in her hand, she broke their kiss and trailed her tongue down his torso, sliding his boxers off before taking him into her mouth.
Her dark hair tickled his thighs as her tongue swirled around his cock, and he moaned, trying with all his will not to thrust into her mouth. As her mouth sucked at him, he could feel the tightness in his balls that signaled orgasm, and he pulled her up to face him.
Callie pulled her panties off and straddled him again, and this time he thrust inside her. Rocking her hips, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, moaning and grunting into his mouth. When he slipped one hand between them and began to play with her clit she came hard, legs trembling and twitching. His climax followed soon after, and he shifted their bodies to lay down, pulling the sheets up around them.
“So I guess that no-sex thing is out the window.”
She laughed. “Oh yeah.”