Free Birthday List by Willa Edwards Page A

out a little shriek. Startled, she leaned back and
stared down at the object. Across Eric’s side, in the neighborhood
of where his chest would have been, a white piece of paper lay on
the sheet. A red rose, now slightly flattened, lay across the
page.
    Sitting up, she picked up
the flower and drew it to her nose. The smell was sweet and fresh,
more pungent for her unintentional muddling. She picked up the
paper, pulling it close and read the title written across the
top. What I Want Callie To Do To
Me. Her temperature climbed as she read
each line. Her man had a very naughty streak. And she loved
it.
    Callie smiled. The list was very
similar to the one she'd made three months ago. The list Eric had
found and snuck into her home this Christmas Eve to fulfill the
first three fantasies. They hadn’t made it all the way through her
list yet – mostly because she kept sneaking additional items onto
the page. She was pretty sure he knew she’d continued to add new
wishes, but he’d never complained.
    Ever since their first night together,
Eric had made all her dreams come true. In and out of the bedroom.
Now she had the opportunity to return the favor.
    She pushed the hair back from her
face, smiling as a naughty idea began to form in her mind. She
jumped from the bed, composing a whole new set of to-dos. She
already had a present for Eric wrapped and hidden under the dining
room table, but she didn’t see any problem with adding a little
more celebration to his birthday.
    Smiling to herself, she grabbed the
paper and rose. She ran to the kitchen, ready to put her new
birthday surprise into action. If she had anything to say about it,
this would be Eric’s best birthday ever.

    ***

    Using the key she'd given him a month
ago, Eric walked into Callie's house, much later than he’d hoped.
He’d planned to take a half day and spend the rest of his birthday
with Callie. But as usual, he’d been roped into staying longer than
he’d wanted.
    An eerie quiet settled over him and
his nerves jangled as he walked into the house. Though Callie
wasn't a loud person, it was rarely silent when she was home.
Callie was always doing something – cleaning the house, watching
ESPN, or preparing lessons for her elementary gym classes. Tonight
Eric could have heard a pin drop in the still air, though he
doubted Callie even owned one.
    "Babe," he called out, slipping his
coat off and hanging it on the rack just inside the
door.
    "Yeah," her voice echoed back to him
bright and sweet. Eric heaved a sigh of relief. Nothing was wrong.
No crazed murderer had broken into the house and tied her up. He,
of all people, knew how easily that could be done. Though he’d
installed a new, sturdier deadbolt since then.
    "Where are you?" He hollered back,
walking through the house. He crept past the silent dark living
room.
    "I'm in the dining room. Come get me!"
There was a giggle to her voice that made his stomach clench and
his cock harden against his stiff denim jeans. He knew that giggle.
He knew that bright tone. Over the last three months he'd come to
love it. He could hardly remember his life before her naughty
giggles had filled his nights. He didn't even want to remember the
time before her. This was so much better.
    "What are you doing in the dining
room?"
    Unlike some of her friends, Callie
wasn't the domestic type. She rarely used any item in her kitchen
beyond a microwave to heat up frozen pizzas and her fridge to keep
soda cold. If the preparation didn’t include plastic, cardboard, or
paper plates, she didn’t cook it. Not that it mattered to him. He’d
much prefer she spent her time in bed with him, than in the kitchen
cooking. He couldn't remember the last time he’d been in the dining
room.
    "Come and find me. You'll see." Her
voice was husky, whispering through his whole body.
    Damn! Just her voice was enough to turn him on so much it hurt. His
balls ached as he walked, each step vibrating through him and
settling with a dull pain