by J. M. Witt
“Oh, don’t stop, Cal. I’m going to come.”
I continued rubbing circles all over her clit as she came undone and I felt her wetness drench my dick. Her moans, along with her diligent tugging on my cock, had me spilling my load. When we both ceased with our convulsing, I pulled her back against me, I laid my head on the back of the couch and we caught our breath.
“That was fucking hot, baby doll.”
“I try.”
“You don’t need to try.” I held her to me, caressing her belly as I kissed her temple. My fingers worked back down to her crotch and she moaned.
“Don’t tease me; we don’t have any condoms here.”
“I don’t plan on teasing you.” I moved her to sit on the couch next to me and then got on my knees in front of her. She just stared at me, waiting for my next move. Gripping her hips I pulled her ass to the edge of the couch. “Baby doll needs more, I’ll give her more.”
~ JANE ~
Cal began kissing my belly before making his way to my hips and thighs. Pulling my hands above my head, I gripped the couch as my body stretched out for his exploration. Two fingers began rubbing up and down my wet slit, renewing my need for him to bring me to climax.
“Calvin, I need you inside me.” Slowly, two fingers slid inside me and twirled against my walls. It felt so good, but he was being too gentle. I grabbed his wrist and pressed him against me harder as I let out a moan.
“Show me.” Those two words of his were practically a growl and had me even hotter.
I moved his fingers in and out of me as my hips swiveled against him when his fingers were fully rooted in me. “Ahh, it’s the pressure that feels good.” I released his wrist, panting, “Pressure, it’s the pressure.”
He repeated my movements using a force that gave me the pressure I desired. It was then that his hot tongue smothered my clit and lapped thick, slow circles over me. My hands moved to the edge of the couch, on either side of my ass, and I lifted myself into him further. Soon I could feel my whole body begin to shake.
Whimpering, “Cal, oh, I don’t think I can take it.” It was too much. This orgasm was going to kill me, but I wanted it urgently. He picked up his pace, slightly, as I began grunting with the force of the orgasm claiming me. It was like a beast, deep inside me, was unleashed as I made sounds I didn’t know I was capable of.
When I woke the first thing I was aware of was the throbbing between my legs. Jesus. I’d come completely unglued underneath him, with such force that I began to wonder if I had passed out. I was sure I’d be sore for at least a day or two. We were lying on the couch, snuggled together under a blanket. I was still naked, but felt his boxer briefs in place as my hand trailed down his side.
He was out cold. Looking for the clock I discovered it was about five in the morning. Staying up all night was a partial failure. He’d probably be hurting tonight at work. We’d only been asleep for a couple of hours, so hopefully it wouldn’t be too hard for him to get on track.
I made breakfast for us before he headed back to his townhouse. We both agreed that if I went back to his place with him, he wouldn’t get the rest he needed.
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That afternoon I was checking my email and listening to some music. Running Blind by Godsmack was playing. James and Jason introduced me to Godsmack, and other heavier bands when we were teenagers. They took me to a concert of theirs before Jason’s passing, and it was amazing. I’d been hooked ever since. I wasn’t sure how Cal’s seemingly country taste and my rock taste would mesh. Of course music tastes were the least of my concerns.
Scrolling through my email I came across one from Becky, my old coworker in San Francisco. She was checking in on me and told me that Derek had confronted her a few days ago asking where I was. Becky said that he didn’t believe her, that she’d had no contact with me. She was asking me what to do. I didn’t think Derek would go so far as to hurt her, but I couldn’t be sure. My heart was racing and I didn’t know what to do.
Cal would know what to do. NO! I wasn’t going to involve him. This was my problem, my mess and I would take care of it. Shit! I grabbed my cell phone and punched in Derek’s number.
“Hello?” His voice sent shivers down my spine and I immediately felt nauseous. When I didn’t say anything he asked again, “Hello?”
“Derek. Stop looking for me. It’s done, we’re done. Let it go.”
“Jane, the cops are looking for you, not me.” I didn’t want to believe a word he said. Did he report me missing? Wouldn’t the cops have contacted my parents if that were the case? “Jane?”
“Go to hell, Derek.”
He snickered before saying, “I’ll make sure to take you there with me.”
I hung up the phone and flung it to the other end of my bed. What did I see in him? Was he always like this and I just missed it? My Dad mentioned to me that he never liked Derek. He said that he was too self-important and arrogant, but he was confident I’d see the light. I wish my father would’ve spoken up sooner, though I probably wouldn’t have listened to him.
Chapter Fifteen
~ JANE ~
The next few days passed in their usual fashion. Except now I had Cal to spend my time with when he wasn’t working. I got a call on Tuesday that I got the job at the hospital and they wanted me to start next week. I was ecstatic to be getting back to work.
Thursday night Cal got a panicked call from Cassidy, saying there was an intruder in her home. Apparently when Cal got there, Cassidy and James were standing outside. James had decided to pop in and surprise Cassidy and she mistook him for an intruder. I was thankful that she discovered it was him because Cal could’ve shot him, had he gone in there armed.
The next morning Cal called as he was headed out of the precinct late. He mentioned he was getting some odd looks from everyone, but didn’t bother to ask anyone why. Cal, couldn’t give a shit what people thought of him so he headed home.
When he pulled in the drive I was standing by the car, I borrowed from mom, waiting for him. I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. I’d told him earlier on the phone that I was home and planning to stay there.
He smiled at me as he climbed out of his truck. I hoped that the fear that was still lingering after my phone call with Derek was gone. I closed the distance between us and he pulled me into a big bear hug, lifting me off the ground.
“You’re a sight for sore eyes.”
Whispering in his ear I asked, “Everything okay?”
“It is now. Just a rough night. We got a domestic disturbance call, after Cassidy’s snafu, and spent over an hour trying to get this battered wife to see the light. I don’t understand why women stay. He’s not going to stop, they never do. Not until one of them is dead or in jail.”
I felt myself stiffen as he made the comment. If he found out about what happened with Derek, would he think differently of me? Think me weak, incapable? Yes, I left, but I should’ve left sooner. I certainly wasn’t going to tell him about the phone call with Derek now. Putting my game face on, I pulled away as he walked up the steps before unlocking his door, and I followed. I decided to wait to ask him about the story in the paper I saw before leaving my parents. He clearly didn’t know or didn’t want to discuss it.
“I’m going to hop in the shower. I’ll be down in ten. Make yourself comfortable.”
“Okay.” I waited until I heard the water running to run outside and grab my overnight bag.
Tip-toeing my way upstairs, I shed my clothes, unable to resist joining him in the shower. I prayed that he wouldn’t think me intruding. The bathroom door was ajar and I pushed it open further to find that steam was already filling the room. When I crept into the shower I found his back to me as he let the water beat down on him. For a split second I hesitated and debated about getting out. He looked to be in his own world, but I couldn’t resist touching him and gently pressed myself against his back. He didn’t flinch. Did he know I was there before I thought he did? I wrapped
my arms around him and placed them over his ribs.
“Jane, are we moving too fast?”
I stilled at his words, not sure what to say. The past few days had been quite a whirlwind. Did he think we were moving too fast? I reminded myself this was just supposed to be some fun. I didn’t know what to say. “I, umm, do you…”
He turned around before I could finish my statement. “I don’t know how to slow this down. You need to tell me if it’s too much, too fast.” His hands tucked my hair behind my ears as he examined my face. “I’ve never moved this quickly Jane and I don’t want to run you off.” His words were barely above a whisper.
My heart hurt at his words. He was showing extreme vulnerability and it made me ache for him. “It’s not too fast. We’re having some fun, nothing wrong with fun.”
“This is more than fun to me Jane. I’ve had my share of one night stands, but this isn’t it. This is…more. Please tell me it’s that way for you too?”
I took a moment to process his words while examining his eyes. “It is more.” What had I just said? The words fell from my lips before my brain could process them. He kissed me softly and pulled me closer. This was different, he was different. He’d always been tender with me, but this, this was different.
Reaching behind him, he turned the water off and wrapped a towel around me after opening the curtain. He quickly ran a towel over his colorful and ripped body, and I couldn’t help but notice him standing at half-mast. Once he dropped his towel, he began drying me off with another. My hair hadn’t really gotten wet and soon my arms and legs were dry.
We walked to his bedroom hand in hand. We didn’t say anything else and the chemistry between us had clearly changed. We’d just crossed a line that there was no going back from. His room was pretty dim due to the blackout shades he had in place. Leaving me standing in the middle of the room, he walked over to an iPod dock and fumbled with the dials before hitting play and then walked back to me. I was beginning to think my tatted up cop was a hopeless romantic who loved country music.
I recognized Wanted by Hunter Hayes as it began playing. Still in my towel, he pulled me to him, one hand intertwined with mine. He was a dream come true and a dream I didn’t deserve. I’d gladly float on this cloud with him until he was ready to set us back down on earth. I just hoped that when we landed, and if he decided he was finished with me, that he’d be gentle about it. Surely he was just lost in the moment and the music like I was.
We swayed back and forth to the music, my head on his chest until the song was over and another began. I didn’t recognize the song playing, not being a huge country fan, but it was beautiful. The song was poignant and was a duet that spoke about taking things slow. As we turned by the dresser where his iPod was, I saw that the song was Just a Kiss by Lady Antebellum.
I looked up into his eyes and stopped breathing as I saw the look in his eyes. No one had ever looked at me the way he was looking at me. I felt entirely exposed, like he could see me down to my bones, like he saw every flaw and mistake I’d ever made. But there was no judgment in those baby blues of his, just acceptance. He cupped my face in his hands and I closed my eyes. His lips found mine and finally I could breathe again.
His kiss was soft and passionate, and left me aching for more. No one had ever been so gentle with me. He wasn’t being gentle in a hesitant way; he was being gentle in a way that made me feel cherished. Slowly he turned me away from him and pushed my hair aside so that he could kiss my exposed shoulders. He kissed his way down my spine until he met the edge of the towel. Running his hands down my sides until he reached the edge of the towel around my thighs, he then ran his hands up and under the towel, scorching my skin along the way.
As his hands found my abdomen, I pulled the towel off my trembling body and let it fall to the floor. Dropping my head back to his chest, once he was standing again, he began suckling on my neck as his hands explored every inch of my body that they could reach. The spasms were already increasing inside me as I began panting. He seemed to understand how close I was and guided me back to the bed.
Grabbing a condom he sheathed the thick length of his dick, before dropping to his knees, once he had me sit on the edge of the bed. His mouth found me instantly and I fell flat to the bed as he licked and lapped me into near delirium. When I was almost ready to come he pulled away and slid me up the bed as he sank into me. He thrust into me with slow, determined strokes that had me building again instantly.
“Calvin.” It wasn’t a whisper or a scream, but more a plea of surrender. “Kiss me, please.” He gave me his lips and I greedily sucked and licked away what was left of me there.
“Jane, baby doll, you’re so beautiful.”
I kissed him deeper as he picked up his pace. “Calvin, I can’t hold on…oh, god.” I let the feelings wash over me as the waves flooded my entire body. My nipples hardened as a flush spread over me. He rocked back and forth inside me for a little bit longer before his release took him, evident by him pulsing inside of me. His head dropped to the side of mine as I kissed on his neck and ear.
The exhaustion that swept over me was overwhelming. I was vaguely aware of him rolling off me and pulling me to his side. Being curled into him was all I needed before sleep claimed me. I was safe with him, I trusted him and it terrified me.
Chapter Sixteen
~ CALVIN ~
I wasn’t sure what had just happened, but I’d never experienced sex like that, ever. The feelings I had for Jane were so potent and immediate that the only thing I could do was to give into them. She was brought into my life for a reason, and I didn’t have any plans on letting her go. Her small frame was burrowed into my side and she was fast asleep. But there was something she wasn’t telling me. There was worry in her eyes earlier. It was something big, maybe something in her past, and the longer she held out on me the bigger the feeling of dread became. I wished I could get her to open up, but I didn’t know how to do it.
Later in the morning I was scanning my phone in disbelief. I felt her peer over my shoulder as I took in a sharp breath. “You didn’t see the paper this morning did you?” I looked to Jane confused. “Someone leaked the story about your mom and Mayor Calhoun. I didn’t want to bring it up. I’m so sorry, Cal.”
“So I guess it’s time for me to spill my dirty little secret. It was bound to happen. With Cassidy dating your cousin and the public’s obsession with him, I should’ve anticipated this. That explains all the peculiar looks at the precinct this morning”
I told her all the gory details; Mom and Dad’s marriage falling apart, mostly because of my mother’s drinking, the affair with the mayor, which all led to mom’s death. I’d already told her of my mother’s passing, but nothing about the affair and everything else. I didn’t tell her about how badly Cassidy dealt with it, feeling it wasn’t a detail for me to share. That was Cassidy’s secret to tell. We managed to fall back asleep for a little while. I was off work that night and grateful for it.
Worried for Cass, she had been ignoring my calls, I finally called James. I offered to pick up carry-out and bring it to Cassidy’s place for dinner. I tried to confront Cass, asking if James knew everything. She refused to discuss it with me. The four of us spent a few hours together, eating and laughing, but Cass was definitely on edge.
I woke the next morning to my cell phone ringing. When I looked at the screen I saw that it was Cassidy. Answering the phone I wasn’t prepared for the question she asked. It’d been fifteen years. Dad and I assumed she never heard the news about moms condition, at the time of her death, and we weren’t about to tell her. All these years we thought the secret was dead and buried and I now knew that we should’ve told her at some point.
“Yes, mom was pregnant.” I waited for her response, but didn’t get one. “Cassidy, are you there?”
I heard the phone clatter to the floor before James came on the line. He assured me that he would make sure she was ok. I sat the phone down on my nightstand and felt Jane’s han
d on my back. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I buried my head in my hands.
“Cal?”
I looked to her and knew immediately that she’d heard my conversation with Cassidy. “So I guess you heard all that?” She didn’t deny it.
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Later that day Jane and I were in the kitchen eating lunch when my cell rang again, and this time it was James. He said there were things we needed to discuss and asked that I head to his office. I left Jane at my place and headed downtown to see James.
When I walked into his office, after knocking, I found a petite blonde, probably in her late thirties, holding his hand as they sat at a small conference table. She spotted me and eyed me like a piece of meat before making her exit. I eyed James, with a hint of disgust, and he told me she was just a friend and his attorney.
“Dude, what’s going on? You’ve got me all suspicious.” I was suddenly nervous and began twisting my hands together. Why was his attorney here?
“I need you to think like a cop and not like a brother.” I digested his words before agreeing. “You’ve seen the papers. You know Dan.”
“I know of him and his record of drug abuse. Of course I didn’t find out until after the shooting. Cassidy wouldn’t have been dating him had I known.”
“I’m partly to blame there too, man. Anyways. This is where it gets messy. Dan is the nephew of Brent Calhoun.” He paused to give me a minute and he saw the change in me as I put the pieces together. My jaw clenched as he continued, “Calhoun had custody of Dan when this all went down fifteen years ago.”
“Custody? Wouldn’t Dan have been an adult?” I didn’t like the sound of what I was hearing. My nerves jumped up on edge all at once.
