My mother helps Jacob take everybody’s plates and cutlery over to the dishwasher but kisses me on the top of my head before leaving; a second thanks for helping make the lunch as painless as possible, though it’s her own husband she should really be thanking.
But it’s when I’m left alone with the two demon children that Miranda chooses to strike for real.
“Callie’s dating Declan”, she quietly says to Jake.
My heart drops. Time stands still as I prepare to be lunged at by an enraged Jake. His knife and fork may have been taken away but that doesn’t mean he still couldn’t gouge my eyes out with his own two hands. But instead, he smiles.
“Declan… No shit, Mr. Grew himself. Congrats, Callie. You’re dating a disgraced businessman losing money by the day”, Jake chuckles.
“What? What are you talking-- First of all, I’m not dating him anymore. But he’s not losing… He’s crazy rich”, I mumble.
“He sure was before Miranda w--”
Before he can finish his sentence, his sister elbows his arms with brute force. He immediately realizes that he’s said too much but it’s enough for me to put two and two together. Time and time again Declan told me that his ex-girlfriend had fucked him over ‘in more ways than one’. But I’m just now realizing what he meant. Somehow, Miranda ruined him financially. But how is that even possible? From what I saw, Declan was living the life of a wealthy playboy. There wasn’t anything in his expensive apartment replete with expensive belongings that would say that he’s not prospering.
Another lie by omission.
And of course, I don’t find out I’m being lied to from him but by these two. I can’t even confront him about lying, either. Otherwise, I’ll be outing myself as somewhat related to these jackals. But then, I’d be the one lying by omission, wouldn’t I?
But this time, I understand why he would lie. Struggling financially isn’t something one normally brings up on a first date or one night stand. And it quite frankly isn’t any of my business how well off he is. It’s just the fact that Miranda is involved in all of this that makes me feel as though he should come forward about something.
For better or worse, it’s time that I give Declan a call. We both have things to come forward about, and I figure it’s best if the two of us have something to come clean about.
Without saying another word to Jake and Miranda, I get up from the table and start making my way towards my mom and Jacob to thank them for the truly unforgettable luncheon. My mother receives me warmly, as does Jacob, but before letting me go, he looks down at me and asks me if he could ask me for a small favor.
“Depends on the favor”, I answer warily.
“Like I said, it’s a small favor, nothing outside of the ordinary for you. Your mother and I are hosting a charity event this weekend and I still haven’t chosen a caterer. Would you be interested?”
A charity event he’s hosting. Jacob is known to brush elbows with some very influential people on a regular basis, if he’s hosting a charity event there’s no doubt that some of these people would show up. And if I was catering, there would be a good word of mouth going around about my bakery.
Not that I need it. My bakery is doing fine now as it is.
But some extra help is always welcome.
I take Jacob’s offer but not for the business. For family. I’m unsure why it’s taken so long for me to warm up to my mom’s significant other but I’m finally coming around. Family helps family, so there’s no reason not to take this job.
“WONDERFUL”, he cries out again. “Oh, I’m so glad you decided to show up today, Callie. You just saved me a butt-ton of time I’d have spent calling bakeries all over town. You’re the best! Believe me, you won’t regret it. I’ll make sure your name and your bakery’s name is feature on the invite prominently.”
“That’s not necessary”, I insist.
“Nonsense! Only the best for my daughter!”
He holds me tight once again and lifts me off the floor. I don’t need to have eyes in the back of my head to know that my mother is enjoying every second of this interaction. Once he sets me back down, I turn around to see her smiling ear to ear, as expected. I bid them all farewell, but not before hearing some haunting last words from Jake and Miranda.
“See you this weekend”, they said simultaneously in a tone not unlike the twins in The Shining.
I’m in a hypnotized daze the entire ride home. Sheila and I will have a gig this weekend so that’ll keep my mind occupied but I will no doubt have to watch out for Miranda and Jake trying to sabotage my work. With each passing day, my list of worries grows, all thanks to the family my mother decided to become a part of. I don’t blame her, but… well, it is largely her fault.
I should feel better than I do right now. I was able to help my mom survive a dinner with her stepchildren, and I have a catering gig that’ll bring in a lot of business. But all previous worries aside, now I have to worry about the man standing at my front door.
“Declan?”
“Callie”, he blurts out, surprised. “I’ve been trying to call you, but--”
“I’ve been with my family. What are you doing here?”
Declan walks away from my front door and right up to me, taking both of my hands in his.
“I couldn’t wait for you to call me back. I want-- Needed to see you again. I want to work through all the problems between us. Please, I… I can’t be away from you. I understand that we didn’t get off on the best foot, but--”
Interrupting him again, I place my index finger on his lips. “Would you like to start again, Mr…?”
He’s stunned. I’m stunned. But there’s no way we’re going to be able to move forward unless we go back to the beginning and start once more. This time, without lying about who we are or about our lives in general. I look up at him and see that he understands this.
“Grew”, he says breaking into a smile. He brings both of my hands up to his face and kisses the back of my right hand. “Declan Grew. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms…?”
“My name is a Callie Owens. World renowned baker”, I joke.
Thankfully he registers that as a joke and note a lie, and laughs along with me. Hearing him laugh feels so new. I know for a fact that I’ve heard him laugh before but with all the arguing and complaining we’ve both done, I feel as though I’m hearing him laugh for the very first time. He laughs so hard he almost sheds tears.
“Are you going to invite me inside?”
This is the first time he steps into my home. I’m pretty sure I cleaned it enough before I went to go see my parents, but just in case, I should try and move things to the bedroom quickly. There’s no chance of me leaving in the middle of the night since we’re at my place, and since we’re rekindling what we have between us, I expect him not to try and sneak out after making love.
“Only if we wake up next to each other”, I finally answer.
He smiles even wider. “It’s a deal.”
I jump up and held up by Declan’s strong arms as I fiddle with my keys behind his back, trying to unlock the door to my place.
I won’t lie. Kissing him again was something otherworldly. Every time we spend time away from each other, the energy between us when we reconnect takes over my brain. My raw need for sex with him controls me. And right now, it’s made me put my brain on autopilot.
Since it’s his first time inside my apartment, I have to blindly guide him by holding my hands out and sort of moving us both through the hallway leading to my bedroom. He seems to be enjoying this, since he’s gone from trying to look at his feet to make sure he’s not going to trip over anything to closing his eyes shut and leaving the directions to me. Purely by some miracle, we make it to my bedroom safely having made out the entire time.
That quick make out session was enough to get my loins fired up. The second Declan set me down on my bed, my legs opened up and showed him just how ready I was to be taken. He could have ripped my jeans off then and the
re, but instead he lifts up my shirt and takes my left nipple in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around it while keeping a strong grasp on both of my thighs. His mouth moves from my chest down to my stomach and soon, I feel him unbuttoning my pants.
After helping him slide my jeans off, he stares down at his next meal covered only by a thin layer of cotton. He places his tongue on top of my underwear and pushes it into me until he can taste the wetness dripping off of me, forming a small dark circle on my undies, sure to turn into a stain.
After tasting enough of me through an intimate barrier, he finally takes off my underwear and allows me to feel his tongue directly on me. He plays with me, teasing me for a long time by running kissing just between my thighs and my pussy, only licking my clit every few beats.
“Please”, I beg him. “I want more.”
I hear him chuckle but my eyes have rolled back too far into my head to see his gorgeous smile. But my begging did get him to end the foreplay and get right down to business. Declan starts to go down on my ravenously. He spreads his tongue out as wide as he can spread it and slowly drags his tongue from my vagina to my clit, making sure his tongue stays between my lips. He surprises me in the best way by first distracting me, flicking his tongue against my clit repeatedly, and then inserting two of his fingers inside of me. I let out an audible gasp of surprise that in turn, takes Declan by surprise.
“Shit, are you okay? Should I have started with one finger?”
“It’s okay”, I tell him. “It just feels so fucking good. Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. He finger fucks me for a long time, and it makes my eyes flutter, it’s so divine. Declan knows exactly what does my body good and it sure as hell isn’t milk. It’s his touch. Whether it’s being in the throws of coitus or just a tight hug, I feel a sense of euphoria when he touches me. He moves my legs on top of his shoulders and exchanges his fingers for his tongue. He digs his tongue deep inside of my and moves it around my vaginal walls.
“Do you have a condom”, I ask him.
“Did you really think I come here with packing a couple of boxes of condoms?”
He’s perfect.
While he prepares himself for some safe sex, I push myself a bit farther back on the bed to give Declan some more room.
He climbs on top of me and I can sense him listening to my breathing. He knows how turned on I am, he just wants to draw this out as long as possible. Declan wants me to need him more than I need air. And that’s the moment, right now.
“Don’t make me wait any longer, Declan. I want you and I want you now.”
“Say no more”, he whispers as he puts his index finger on my lips.
Not another word is exchanged between us. Declan sneaks his hands underneath my shoulder blades and widens my legs with his. He slowly moves his hips close to mine and that’s when I feel it. His head inches inside me bit by by, carefully opening my vagina. Despite having had sex before, it feels like we’re fucking for the first time. It feels like a pattern that’s developing. Every time feels like the first because so much time passes between sessions, and the enormous size of his cock. It’s a monster I’m surprised I can handle without crying the entire time.
No tears this time or anytime. I take his entire cock with some whimpers. Men love to hear women whimper underneath them. But even if he didn’t want to hear it, it’s not as though I could have helped it. The way he stretches out my walls is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. And I’m saying that after having felt it twice before.
He places his hands on my shoulders and holds on tight to start pumping into me. Though he starts off slowly, it’s not long before he starts pounding me so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if I ended up with some pelvic bruising. It’s the best kind of pain. It teeters right on the line of pain and pleasure but stays enough in the pleasure territory where I don’t have to stop Declan from the magic he’s allowing me to be a part of. I am currently a tool for his pleasure, but in that same vein, I would say that he is a tool for mine. We perfect each other’s sex life.
Because Declan had spent so much time with his face buried between my legs, it didn’t take long for me to start feeling the small, tumbling waves of orgasmic pleasure. I was nearing a climax. I wanted to hold off for as long as I could so Declan wouldn’t feel pressured into finishing quickly, but there wasn’t much I could do to keep myself from doing so. As much as I want it to happen, I ask Declan to slow down.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong’, I tell him. “In fact, you’re doing great. It’s just that… I’m really close to cumming.”
“So?”
“You don’t mind if I cum a bit quickly?”
I hear him chuckle. “Not at all. That’s the whole point, isn’t it? We’re trying to cum and enjoy every second of it, aren’t we?”
“We are.”
“Then don’t let me stop you, babe.”
Even though we had stopped, hearing him call me ‘babe’ got me right back to where I was. In just a few more thrusts, I was able to reach my climax. I screamed at the top of my lungs, but this didn’t stop Declan. Though I had just now experienced my climax, he was already working towards his. Maybe some women would take offense to this, but I enjoyed every second of it. I had already finished so every pump into me that followed was one of many cherries on top. Declan used me as a fucktoy. I never thought that that’s something I would desire to be but having him fuck me knowing that his only goal at this point was to make himself cum was so hot. He only cared about himself and used me until he finally shot his load into me.
He collapsed on top of me immediately after and stayed there until he regained his breath. After cleaning up and disposal of the used condom, he actually kissed me and thanked me for taking him back, though, we never really had much of a discussion about it.
I’ll have to admit it’s a bit odd to be in the same bed as Declan without being passive aggressively told to leave or feeling the need to do so. We both have things we need to get out in the clear.
Post coital bliss shouldn’t be ruined by such a serious subject. It seems as though every time we have sex, I ruin things by bringing up our relationship. There are many things that could be brought up during the discussion that could ruin the perfect moment we just shared. Maybe he truly is just stringing me on to get back with Miranda. Or maybe he’ll be repulsed when I tell him she and I are stepsiblings.
The talk will happen. But I should just enjoy this moment as it is. Declan is by my side with a huge smile on his face. We just had more great sex. Things are perfect at the moment. And I’ll let us sit in it and enjoy it.
Chapter 9 - Declan
“Have you ever been on a boat, Callie?”
She looks up from her plate of waffles with a wide eyed expression.
“No. I don’t really go to the beach too often”, she admits with a mouth full of chewed waffles.
“How would you like to join me, then?”
She swallows what’s in her mouth but instead of answering my question, she asks me one. “You have a boat? Like… a boat boat. On the water.”
“Indeed I do. I was thinking about taking her out for a spin, it being a nice day and all.”
In actuality, I had no plans of sailing today. But after a fantastic night with Callie, she deserves to be treated. Especially since there’s no way we’ll be able to avoid talking about… everything. And I figure emotional talks are better done with a nice backdrop. Helps distract from the heaviness of it all.
“Before we do that, though”, Callie comments. “I think we should talk.”
I stammer, “I thought we could do that on the boat.”
“I just don’t know how much longer I can wait. I feel as though my chest is going to explode if we just keep going on with small talk and plans for dates. We really need to talk”, she insists.
“Let’s wait until we’re on the boat”, I tell her. “We’ll have no distractions. We’ll leave our phones in my car, it’ll just be you
and me. We’ll talk about everything.”
Thankfully, she agrees to these terms and we set out for a beachside discussion of the past and future of our relationship.
It’s no question why Callie has been so hesitant on moving forward with our partnership since it seems every single time we spend time together, she either gets offended by something or finds something out about me that she prefers to have heard come from me, instead of some third party. And it’s true that I haven’t been all that truthful about myself to her. I figured that there would be some things she would find out just by reading the news or cracking open a Time magazine, but there is no reason I can’t be the one to inform her about the stuff most of the public knows about me. And some of the stuff they don’t. Like Miranda. I think the only way she’d have known about that would be by scouring TMZ for some time. Or by knowing Miranda, I suppose.
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