“You mean you want to join the mile-high club with me?”
He smiled. “Oh yeah.”
I would’ve climbed on his lap right, but the seatbelt light had turned on and the pilot had come on speaker, announcing our descent.
He kept his arm wrapped around me, his hand cupping my shoulder, and I couldn’t lie and say it didn’t make me giddy.
It did.
Calum had always been affectionate with me, but something about how he held me as the plane landed left me excited.
Was I reading too much into his actions? Fooling myself into thinking he wanted more?
I didn’t think so. He’d brought me there with him. He’d held me like he couldn’t stop touching me.
Fuck. Processing the insane amounts of anticipation I felt left me dizzy.
As I stood by baggage claim, waiting for both my suitcase and Calum’s, the irony of it all wasn’t lost on me.
I’d gone from frightened out of my mind to ridiculously hopeful. As if all the expectations and desires had been locked deep within the recesses of my mind, waiting for one small decision from me to break free.
That decision still resounded within me. It amazed me. One second I’d been running from the idea of more.
Now I was ready to embrace it.
All as long as I got to keep the man the idea included.
Did that make me a hypocrite? Maybe. But remembering how he’d kissed and held me on the plane made it all seem so worth it.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my large aquamarine suitcase and his slightly smaller black one heading my way.
He’d run off to the bathroom really quick.
Not like I couldn’t get both of them. It just would’ve been nice to have him here to help.
Leaving my carry-on on the floor, I jogged the few steps to my bag, lifting it off the belt. I placed it on the floor and reached for Calum’s.
A hand came out of nowhere, latching onto the handle of the suitcase.
It wasn’t Calum. I knew that the moment I saw the hand and arm attached to it.
Tucking my hair behind my ear, I turned with a smile, ready to thank the man that helped me.
“Livana.”
My entire stomach bottomed out.
Shocked, I stood there, staring up into familiar blue eyes. Blue eyes I never wanted to see again. Blue eyes that fucked with my head on a level I couldn’t deal with.
“I’m assuming this one was yours, too.”
Mouth gaping open, I remained there, unable to answer.
No. No. Why?
What the hell had I done to deserve this?
You’re supposed to move on when someone hurts you. Forgive. Let it go. Wish them the best and all that.
Well, I wasn’t that big of a person, my spiritual center nowhere near that solid—my ego was too huge for me to turn the other cheek that way.
So when the blond man in front of me straightened and smiled down at me, looking way too damn happy to see me, my shock morphed into something much more uncomfortable.
Unresolved fury.
“Livana.” Sliding his hands into his pockets, he rocked back and forth on his feet, his smile growing wider. “I can’t believe it’s you.”
Funny. I could echo that sentiment.
“I—” He closed his mouth mid-sentence.
His hands flew out of his pockets and he reached for me, yanking me into a hug.
Colliding with his chest was one of the worst moments of my life. And that’s saying something, since four years prior, he’d truly delivered the very worst one.
“Oh my God. It’s you. I’m so glad to see you.” He cupped the back of my head, rocking me back and forth.
I stared unseeing over his shoulder, my brain nearly breaking with the huge amount of What-the-Fuck it struggled to process.
And then it hit me. This man . . . this man held me, hugged me tight, acting like seeing me was the best thing that had happened to him in years.
The same man that had wrecked me four years ago.
The unresolved rage snapped inside me. It took everything I had to calmly reach between us and push him back. “Corey.”
Fucking. Corey.
My ex.
The one I’d once found slobbering all over Caroline.
My ex-best friend.
“Get off me.” I stepped back away from him, too shaken to bother trying for finesse. Or even grace. I barely hung onto dignity by a miracle.
Had he appeared in my life, looked my way, and acted like I was nothing more to him than a stranger, we would’ve been fine.
But for him to come out of nowhere and hug me like that? Like I meant something to him?
I wanted to reach down, yank off my high heel—and possibly slam it into his left eyeball.
“Liv.” Corey scowled, and the confusion on his face truly blew my mind. “I’m just happy to see you.”
“I would have preferred that we pretended we didn’t know each other.”
When I saw the hurt flash in his eyes, my WTF-meter broke. It simply broke.
“We haven’t spoken in so long, since before I moved to California.”
Yeah. With Caroline. After I’d broken up with him, they’d gone off together, riding into the Los Angeles sunset to start a new life after college.
Leaving me shattered in their wake.
“Yes. How is Caroline?” Not that I truly cared, but I deemed the reminder necessary since he kept staring at me like . . . like . . .
Like Calum had on the plane.
Like I fucking mattered.
He slid his hands back into his pockets. “I wouldn't know. We haven't spoken in months.”
Oh, lovely.
Somehow, hearing that made everything worse. They tore me to shreds to be together. The least they could've done was stay. Together. Be. Happy. “Love” each other until the bitter fucking end.
I had no interest in obtaining details, however. And if I continued speaking to him, I truly feared I’d segue into a raging obloquy that would end with me physically hurting him.
No. I had to get away from him.
Now.
I grabbed the handle of Calum's suitcase to drag it closer.
That's when I remembered Calum; the last person I wanted to see Corey.
“Liv, wait. Please.” Taking advantage of my hesitation, Corey stepped up to me and cupped my face in his hands.
I twitched, my body revolting at his skin on mine. I'd known that, regardless of how much pain I still felt when it came to what he'd done to me, I was over him.
The disgust that hit me finished proving it to me.
“What is wrong with you? Let me go.”
Corey tightened his hold, eyes pleading with me. “Do you know how hard it's been not to reach out to you? Talk to me. Give me five minutes of your time.”
I'd unwittingly given him four extra years.
I owed him nothing.
Jerking my head, I moved my face out of his hold and stepped away.
A hand came down on the small of my back. “Livana.”
Fuck.
Calum didn’t know about Corey. I’d thought about bringing Corey up, eventually, but I hadn’t been ready to do so yet.
Now, the choice had been taken from me.
And I still wasn’t ready.
Corey eyed Calum, his eyes becoming shuttered when Calum stepped even closer to me.
Laying a claim.
I adored Calum for that.
Rolling Calum’s suitcase in his direction, I turned to him. “Here you go, baby.” I cupped his cheek and kissed his jaw.
Calum nuzzled his face against me in response.
I didn’t bother looking back at Corey when I simply said, “Goodbye, Corey.” Grabbing the handle of my suitcase, I rolled it the few feet to where I’d left my carry-on.
When I bent down to pick it up, Calum remained standing where I’d left him, eyeing Corey as he walked away.
Those eyes analyzed. I almost saw
the questions flying in the hazel depths.
Then those questions turned in my direction.
My heart raced. I stood before that questioning stare, waiting for the actual questions to start.
Ready to find a way to answer them if they did.
I wasn’t ready to talk about it—not one single bit—but if he needed to, I’d give him that.
The questions never came.
He pulled his suitcase behind him as he made his way over to me. He reached out and grabbed my suitcase. Silent. Unreadable.
Just as silent, I followed him in the direction of the exit, my heart a frantic beat in my chest.
Calum’s rental car waited for us, parked by the curve outside.
A white, McLaren MP4.
One of the few cars I knew by name, and one of the sexiest I’d ever seen.
He took the keys from the attendant waiting next to the car. They exchanged pleasantries.
I stood there, looking like an idiot at that car, my heart now racing for an entirely different reason.
His car back home was another sexy beast of a machine; a Mercedes-Benz SL63 silver convertible that I swore to myself I’d one day fuck him in. Every time I saw him behind the wheel, I had a mini-orgasm. Swear to God.
I hadn’t seen him driving it more than a handful of times.
Come to think of it, he’d also been wearing a suit each time.
Sexy. So, so sexy.
But seeing Calum in a dark blue long-sleeved t-shirt, equally as dark jeans, his black hair all mussed from traveling, and a day’s worth of stubble covering his jaw, accepting the keys to the McLaren . . .
Sweet baby Jesus. I was suddenly so horny that I shook in my black flats as I watched him.
He sauntered over to me, his shoulders stretching that t-shirt to the max, his mid-section the tightest, most mouth-watering thing I’d ever had the pleasure of wrapping my legs around.
Christ. I wanted him naked. Now.
“Livana, why are you standing he—”
I fisted his t-shirt, my self-control snapping. I caught a glimpse of his surprised expression. Then it was just his lips intertwined with mine.
His small, surprised growl mixed with my soft, breathless mewl.
O’ Hare was one of the busiest airports in the country. Hundreds of people stood and walked in our vicinity.
I didn’t care. Tilting my head, I took his mouth with slow licks, giving him a taste of what I wanted to do to him. To his cock.
His large hands clenched and unclenched around my waist.
He pulled back, cradling my jaw and looking into my eyes. “What was that for?”
Watching his chest rise and fall rapidly, knowing that I’d caused that reaction in him, spurred my hunger. I felt delirious with the need to ride him. “I don’t think I’m going to survive watching you drive that car.”
His chuckle did absolutely nothing to help my situation. “You’re acting like you’ve never seen me drive a sports car before, Liv. Did you forget what kind of car I drive?”
“I always want to fuck you in that car, too,” I confessed in a miserable whisper.
His hand slipped under my hair and snapped around my neck. He stood very, very still, but his hand clenched, telling me just how hard it was for him to stay in control.
“Oh yeah?” he rasped in a tone that stole the breath from me.
Calum horny attracted me like nothing else could.
His voice while horny took things to a whole other level. I’d do anything to hear his voice go gruff like that; hear his moans as I pleasured him.
“There’s something I want you to do to me in that car.” He let me go to grab our suitcases.
Lord help me. “Really?” I watched him hungrily.
“Yeah. And something I want to do you.”
I’ve never moved so fast in my life.
He opened the hood of the car and placed our bags in the front compartment.
I got busy making my way into the passenger side. My mind raced as I tried to figure out what he'd meant exactly.
Was he really going to fuck me inside the car?
Where?
Never mind how. The interior of the car was small, but I had faith in my creativity. I'd figure something out.
He got into the car. One would think that I would've been slightly desensitized to the sight of him by now.
Hell, no. He was so incredibly gorgeous. So predatory.
And, for right now, he was mine.
The car's engine purred to life.
Even the sound turned me on. I clenched my thighs together and bit my lip, unable to tear my eyes away from him.
His eyes glittered with that hard, unpredictable need I'd been seeing more and more of lately. “Seatbelt baby,” he reminded me in a low voice, his eyes falling to my clenched thighs.
Taking in what he'd somehow reduced me to, without even really trying.
“Huh?” My breathing seemed vapid. Too damn loud in the car's interior.
He leaned in slowly, until he was so close that I felt his breath sliding over my face, burning my lips.
I parted them on a whimper, eyeing his mouth, waiting for it.
But he didn't kiss me. Mouth barely a breath away from mine, he reached for my seatbelt and pulled it across my body.
His arm brushed against my breasts. I gasped, my nipples tightening.
The seatbelt clipped into place. “This excites you, doesn't it baby?”
I whimpered again, eyes trailing over his face. His expression had gone harsh with hunger as he eye-fucked my mouth. “Yes.” The word left me on a breath of air.
“Fuck, Liv. What you do to me,” he groaned against the side of my mouth.
My body quivered when I felt the hot, slick muscle of his tongue along the corner of my lips, lapping at me. I let them part again, inviting more of him.
He cursed under his breath, the tip of his tongue sliding against mine.
I shifted in my seat, moaning when my pussy pounded between my legs.
He reared back, away from me, leaving me bereft.
Movements rushed, he clipped his seatbelt on and shifted the car into drive. He drove straight out of the airport, going as fast as the traffic would allow. His eyes focused on the road, he gripped the steering wheel so tight that the veins on the back of his hand bulged.
A frisson of excitement went through me, making my skin break out in goosebumps.
God, I wanted him so bad.
His eyes flickered to me, down to my thighs, his teeth coming down on his bottom lip.
Sharp need arrowed straight to my core. “Calum . . .”
“Almost,” he murmured gruffly, jaw clenched. His free hand clutched my bare knee for a few seconds, and then flew to his lap.
I gasped, watching him rub himself violently through his jeans.
“You make me so damned horny,” he groaned.
“I want it, baby. Please,” I whispered, eyes fixated on his swollen dick straining against his jeans.
“You’re going to have it.” He merged onto the highway—
And popped the button on his jeans, sliding the zipper down slowly.
No matter how many times I'd seen his cock, it still amazed me with how beautiful it was. Long. Thick. Veined perfectly. The tip plush and the perfect shade of pink to make my mouth water every time.
The late rush hour traffic surrounded us on all sides, cars merging in and out of lanes. The McLaren had tinted windows; even if they hadn't been, I doubted I would've cared.
Heat ran straight through my body when he fisted his cock. It had to be one of my favorite sights in the whole world.
I shivered from the force of my hunger.
He merged onto what seemed to be the slowest moving lane. “Take off your panties.”
I squeezed my thighs once as my inner walls rippled. With shaking hands, I reached under my knee-length skirt and tugged down my thong. “Have you ever had sex in a car?”
He took his eyes off the roa
d long enough to watch me pull my thong all the way off. “I’ve never done anything of the sort in a car before.”
And he wanted to with me.
My heart melted, becoming completely his in that moment.
“I need you so much, Calum.”
His eyes slid momentarily closed, as if he savored my words. “Touch yourself. Get your hand nice and wet.”
I didn’t hesitate to obey. My pussy was so needy, the ache almost too much for me to bear. I tugged my skirt up high enough to make room and spread my legs.
Traffic had stopped moving; a common occurrence during rush hour traffic in Chicago. All around us, drivers beeped at each other impatiently.
His eyes locked on my bare pussy, watching me reach between my legs. “I want it in my mouth. Want to lick you.”
A wet breath passed my lips. I almost came at first contact, my hips lifting up into my hand. My fingers stroked the swollen, slick lips of my pussy, becoming instantly soaked.
He jerked his cock and drove the car a few inches forward, before leaning toward me. “Feed it to me, baby.”
I slid two fingers inside me, so close to coming.
My tight walls throbbed for more—something much larger.
For him to be inside me.
“Give it to me,” he grated.
The warning in his tone turned me on even more. “I’m so close already.”
His brow scrunched tight, gaze burning hot—so hot—his stare locked on my drenched fingers sliding into my pussy. His fist moved faster up and down his cock, making me mewl with need. “Fucking give me what’s mine, Livana.”
As desperate as I was to come, I was still helpless to resist his command.
It physically hurt me to pull my fingers away from my cunt.
He hummed and sucked my fingers into his mouth. He lapped wetly at them, fucking his fist faster with each pass of his tongue.
I ground my teeth as his tongue and lips wrapped around my fingers. The sounds he made stoked my arousal to an unbearable level.
He loved to do this to me. Every time. He loved to push me to this point, no matter how crazy it drove me.
Calum released my fingers with a wet pop. “Again, baby. Get that hand soaked for me.” He let go of his cock and moved the car forward, as much as the congested traffic would allow.
I watched his shaft bob, pulsing with his need to come. A bead of moisture clung to the swollen head.
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