He curses, his head tilting back underneath the spray of water. I watch, transfixed, on my knees as it runs down his face and over his body. He’s lost in euphoric passion, lips slightly parted. His hips jerk, hands wind even tighter as he thrusts as deep as he can into my throat.
Gagging, I grab him and force him deep, then reach down and knead his heavy balls. Callum tenses, pulling me off him, then jerks me up from my place on the floor. Before I can murmur a protest, his lips take mine in a heated, all-consuming kiss as his body forces mine into the wall. His mouth completely dominates me, his tongue delving into the depths of my mouth as if he can’t get enough.
He’s starving, I’m thirsty—we make a duo of lust, desire, and need.
“Don’t want to come down my throat, Cal?” I pant into his mouth, shivering when he growls and sucks on my tongue.
He palms my ass, then smacks it. He breaks the kiss, his eyes firmly on my bottom lip as he pulls it between his teeth. He looks as if he’s in a trance, watching my lip slide from between his teeth to pop back in place, then he does it again. And again. Until I’m nothing more than a panting mess in front of him.
“You have no idea how goddamn good your throat is, babe.” He groans, shuttering his eyes. “But I don’t want your mouth. I need your sweet pussy.”
“Yes,” I moan, my back arching against the tile. He grabs my hips and hoists me into the air, slamming into me in one, hard thrust.
“Fuck, so—fuck,” he rasps, hands grabbing my cheeks to use as leverage. He thrusts hard, quick pumps of his hips, punishing me while rewarding me at the same time.
He has me feeling delirious, the feel of his thick cock pumping in and out, the feel of his skin against mine. His thick length drags along that perfect spot deep inside, exactly where I need him to be.
Our sex is exactly how we are—fast, brutal, but so tantalizingly beautiful.
“I … Oh, fuck. Don’t stop,” I cry out, the sound of his hips slapping against the apex of my thighs makes me spiral out of control. My nails dig into his shoulders. I press my face into his neck, biting, sucking, and kissing away all our sins.
He chuckles darkly, swiveling his hips, grinding his lower stomach against my aching clit. Bursts of pleasure have me arching my back, pressing my chest into his as my head falls back against the tile. My legs tighten around him when I feel that familiar ball of heat spread through my lower stomach.
“Mm, I can feel my pussy tightening around me,” he growls out, his rough, grating timbre causing goosebumps to speckle along my flesh.
“Make me come,” I cry out, clawing at the back of his neck.
Callum leans forward, taking my nipple into his mouth, caressing, nibbling, then sucking until he practically inhales a fourth of my breast. His punishing rhythm picks up as a muttered curse slips from his mouth when he lets my breast fall from his lips.
His arms wrap around me, one across my back and the other tangling into the hair at the base of my neck, as if to keep me in place. I’m practically vibrating from the intensity of feeling him finally take me. After all this time, all the years of missing him, I’m finding out exactly what it feels like to be owned by Callum Lockridge.
It’s explosive in the more pleasurable of ways.
“Come all over my cock,” he growls out, pushing me closer and closer. “Fuck. Goddammit!”
He yells out, throwing his head back as his cock swells inside of me. The sight of him unleashed and wild has me cresting over the ledge as I catch my release, tightening and convulsing around him. I shout, a tear sliding down my cheek as he prolongs my orgasm by slowly pumping his cock in and out.
Our erratic breathing is the only sound besides the spray of the water encompassing us. Our foreheads press together, lips open as we inhale each other’s shaky breaths. His arms grip me, holding onto me tighter, so constricting I can barely breathe.
People say you have a first love, second love, then a third love. Your first is a puppy love, something empty yet satisfying. Your second is more meaningful, but still just out of the grasp from what you’re searching for. And your third is supposed to be the love that completely decimates your entire being. It fulfills you in a way nothing else has before.
I can understand where they come from, but I don’t exactly agree. There is no first, second, or third in my opinion. There are moments like this that completely envelop you. It consumes you to the point where the sun only rises because of that person. It’s not in the Eastern sky, but in your heart. It awakens you in a way you’ve never known, like rising out of a deep sleep.
It’s not a simple infatuation. I was a fool not to see it before now. Because what I feel for all of them, it’s not a first, second, or third type of love.
It’s forever.
CHAPTER 15
As we leave the shower, each grabbing a towel of our own, I can’t take my eyes off him. I don’t know if it’s instinctual or predatorial, but my eyes glue to him like flies to honey. I silently watch as he slides the towel over his muscular frame, catching all the water that drips down his body in an almost tranquil movement. He seems relaxed, open. Unlike how he was when he first got here tonight.
But the way he is acting now, makes me go back to how he was, what he said earlier. He said something that had my mind whirling with terrible thoughts. I said nothing in the bedroom, because of the fact he showed up smelling like her and a brewery, but now that nothing is problematic, I can’t help but to look back on it all. He said it was either fuck her or marry her, but he didn’t mean that literally, did he?
Each time our eyes meet it feels like our souls are tangling in a lover’s caress. I don’t want to ruin this moment, but I need to understand his statement from before. Surely, it’s not the most obvious, because even that’s leaning a tad bit to the insane side, even for Mrs. Lockridge’s standards.
“Cal, what you said earlier …?” I hesitantly start, but find my throat closing up even thinking about it.
I see him stiffen, then his eyes barely rise to mine before flickering away with guilt shrouding his features. How can a man as large as life look so small, so pummeled? He looks like a beaten puppy, hoping his master will love him regardless of the wrongs he’s committed.
Biting my lower lip, I take a step toward him, taking the towel out of his hand and throwing it onto the counter. When my gaze returns to his, I don’t resist the urge to wrap my arms around him, forcing as much warm thoughts and feelings into him as possible. I don’t know how, but we’ll get through this.
“You can tell me, Cal,” I say, emotions clogging my throat. I pull back and stare up into the misery shining through his gaze. “We can get through this. You just need help, and that’s what we’re here for. Leaning on us should be like second nature by now.”
I try to make light of the situation by smiling, but I know my effort falls on deaf ears.
“It’s more complicated than simply explaining things to you, Jess.” He sighs, pulling me into the heat of his body. “I’d have to start all the way at the beginning, and I don’t think that’s something I’m capable of doing right now.”
There has to be a lot if he’s not willing to talk about any of it. He probably doesn’t even know how to begin sifting through it all. But he has to know he can tell me anything. I mean, he knows about the night I was raped, and all the reasons I’ve been with those other guys. He’s seen me at my worst and still loves me, anyway. Why won’t he allow me to be there for him?
“Call—”
“Just drop it,” his curt reply startles me stiff. His arms loosen, allowing me to step back and look up into his eyes. His features are emotionless, but I can still see the hard glint of his eyes. But he must see the look on my face because that falls away just as quickly, leaving behind a softness I try to resist falling for. “Please. We can discuss it later, but right now, I just want to hold you before I have to leave.”
“Leave?”
Now, I don’t know whether to be pissed, upset, or sad.
I know it’s crazy, but each time he leaves my house, I can feel him pulling away from me little by little. I just can’t comprehend why that is. I mean, I get that he doesn’t want anyone forcing him to do something he doesn’t want to, but that’s how this world works. Sometimes we have to do things we don’t want in order to get to a place we want to be.
He sighs. “Yeah.” He scratches the side of his head, exuding uneasiness. “My mother wants an update on mine and Alessandra’s relationship status.”
“Are you sure you can’t tell me what’s going on?” My eyes plead with his, but I can already tell by the stiffness in his shoulders that it makes little difference. He’s going to be tight-lipped about this.
“I think it’s best if I don’t.” He frowns, then pulls me to him by the towel at my waist. “Don’t give up on me, little mouse. You and us, remember?”
How can he believe it’s that simple if he won’t even open up about his problems? It’s not just his anymore, it’s all of ours. He doesn’t need to fight this on his own. I am the one that put him in this position. If anything, I need to be the one he leans on to get him out of it. I hate that he doesn’t feel the same way.
Nodding, I barely hold back the tears stinging my eyes. “Yeah. It’s all of us.”
I just wish they weren’t outside forces trying to break us all apart. It seems everywhere we turn, there will always be someone there trying to weasel their way in. It’s exhausting. But no matter how tired I get; I’ll never stop fighting. Callum did, and it almost ended in a disaster. I refuse that to be what lies ahead of us.
I will get to the bottom of everything, and when I do, there will be hell to pay. Because it won’t be anyone else calling the shots, it’ll be me. I will have the upper hand, and I will know how to deal with everything.
After we leave the bathroom, the guys vacate to the end of the bed, Quinn opting for the lounge, and allows Callum and I to lie down at the top. I go to lie down next to him, but Callum pulls me close to where half my body falls across his. Relief flows through me when my face presses against his chest, hearing the steady thrum of his heart as I get a whiff of his signature cinnamon scent.
Honestly, I don’t know what I’d do if I smelled her on him. Probably concoct some vicious plan for her demise. I still may very well do that; it just depends on how I’m feeling at that point in time.
“When do you go back to the doctor?” Callum asks against my hair.
My brows furrow, eyes meeting Quinn’s as he gazes from the bottom of the bed. Twisting in Callum’s arms, I meet him head on. “Did you forget?”
His head tilts marginally as he surveys my face. Just from the look he’s shooting my way unsettles my stomach.
“You’re supposed to go with me in the morning,” I retort, my face falling more with each passing second.
“Tomorrow morning?”
I nod. “Um, yes.”
“I—”
Sighing, I push away from his body as I fight impending tears. He tries to tighten his hold, but I don’t allow it, shoving that much harder. I can understand that he has some stuff he needs to deal with, but that doesn’t mean he can shirk on all of it when it pertains to the guys and I. Even though he’s playing the part of Alessandra’s boyfriend, I’m the one he needs to pay the most attention to.
God, I hate this push and pull shit. It’s driving me absolutely insane.
If this is how it will be at school when I return, I’m not so sure I’ll take it lightly. I may very well blow up at the smallest of things. My patience is barely holding on by a thread as it is, and I just know that someone will eventually push me over the edge.
“You better leave. Don’t worry about the appointment. Quinn already volunteered to take me.” I try to keep the hurt out of my voice, but I fail miserably.
Pushing up from the bed, Callum stalks toward me. “Jess, I’m not doing this to hurt you. There—she just has something planned for the morning and I need to keep up appearances.”
“And you refuse to tell me what that is and what’s going on.”
“I wish I could, but I can’t.”
No, he just doesn’t want to. Complete bullshit. We’re supposed to be the ones that he can tell anything to. Before me, he could tell the guys anything. Now, it’s like he closed himself off, and it all started with that damn shower and stupid chatroom shit.
“Why is that?” Ellis asks from behind us, his voice full of warning and menace.
Callum growls under his breath, then casts a look over his shoulder. “None of your business, E. Shit’s going down and I’m not bringing you all into the middle of it.”
“Excuses. That’s all you’ve had since the talk you, Jess, and I had in the parking lot,” Quinn hisses. “Man the fuck up. We told you to pretend date her, not lose your balls in her purse. Just because you had to go back to that witch, doesn’t mean you can shut us out and pretend we don’t exist.”
“There are things you don’t know in fucking play here,” Callum whisper-hisses.
That sets Quinn off on a tangent. He jumps up from the lounge, stalking across the room toward us. He gets into Callum’s face, and it occurs to me right then, I’ve never seen Quinn look as furious as he is now. He looks like he’s out for blood and I’m not even sure if it’s for her or Callum that he has a taste for.
“Then fucking explain it. You know, put words together to form a sentence, asshole. It’s the easiest thing ever. But you, Lockridge, believe you have to do this shit alone.” Quinn frantically glances around, appearing like he’s teetering on the edge of insanity and the softest breeze of wind will push him over the edge. He grips his hair tightly, growling softly under his breath. “Just fucking say something, Cal.”
“I can’t.”
I watch in silence as Callum gets up from the bed and collects all his things. My heart thuds painfully hard inside my chest as I can do nothing except watch him. He’s battling with his inner demons, but he has to know he doesn’t have to do it alone. He has other people he can lean on, if only he’d allow it.
“What are you running from, Callum?” I ask, trepidation littering my voice.
He stops when he comes to my bedroom door. He never once allows his gaze to turn away from the door to catch mine, even though I’m silently pleading with him to do that. I can always tell what he’s thinking when I get a good view of his face and the emotions that play across it. But now, he’s refusing to look at me and I can only wonder why.
Then, finally, he tilts his head down and to the side. I can just see the top of his brows and forehead, seeing them scrunched in frustration. And his words … I’ll never forgot the sorrow I feel in them, wishing I could put myself in his position instead of it being him. He shouldn’t have to go through this. He shouldn’t have to bow down to his mother’s demands.
He should be able to be free, just the way I’ve been wishing I could be since that night of his party.
“I have three months, Jess,” he says it so cryptically I shiver. “It’s not my choice. Your choice. Or their choice. It’s hers and Alessandra’s.”
“W-What are you talking about?”
My heart rises to my throat. I’ve never felt so out of control before, even when I was falling into a state of disarray over the past two years.
Without replying, he grips the handle and opens my bedroom door. He walks away without a backward glance, leaving me with unanswered queries. It’s always the same thing every time I turn around. Some are left unanswered while others are given a brief explanation.
My eyes stay on the open door, anger simmering beneath the surface. I will not stand for this anymore. I refuse to allow another good thing in my life go down the drain. I no longer have the threat of Debra looming over my head. I’m going to ignore the fact my stalker is still out there, because he’s not even worth the trouble. He’s a keyboard warrior that doesn’t even deserve half my attention, let alone any of it.
I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m a woman. A grown fu
cking woman that can make her own decisions and choose her own fate.
Screw anyone who thinks differently. I will get my answers, even if I have to pull them tooth and nail from their mouths.
CHAPTER 16
“You two didn’t have to come today?” I barely refrain from huffing as we all pile out of the doctor’s office. “Seriously, guys—what are you twelve?”
Before I can stop it, Asher rears his arm back, twisting his body around, and lands a hard slap dead center on my right ass cheek. The sound rebounds off the brick walls surrounding us as pain blooms on my cheek. Sneering, I peer over my shoulder and glare at him, but the only thing he offers me in return is a sexy little smirk, winking as he struts on by.
“Real mature.”
He shrugs, still smiling. “I thought so, babe.”
While Quinn coming was obvious, I didn’t expect Asher and Ellis to tagalong. They were supposed to be in school, waiting on word from Quinn if they released me to come back. However, that didn’t work out in my favor, and even though they’re irritating, I can’t say I’m angry to see them here. It almost makes me feel special they came along. But I’ll never tell them that. It’s a secret I’ll take with me to the grave.
In fact, they were as chipper as two spring hens when Quinn and I came out of the front door this morning to get in his car. And quite the car it is, too. Quinn’s car is totally drool-worthy. It’s a cherry red Shelby GT500, minus the go-baby-go button, that Nicolas Cage drove during the movie Gone in Sixty Seconds. It handles like a hot knife cutting through warm butter, and the seats are so plush and luxurious, I damn near let out a moan of ecstasy every time I slide into the passenger seat. The only thing that stops me from releasing such a provocative sound is the looks the guys give me. All heat and intensity. It threatens to melt the Jasmine Cherry Blossom lotion I applied right off my skin.
Ellis and Asher were there this morning, smiling like two Cheshire cats that licked the bowl of cream clean. They didn’t even hide the fact their gaze trailed me from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet, desire alighting in their eyes when they took me all in. From my sleek, now shoulder length hair, to the thin wife beater, black leather bomber jacket, and tight, skinny jeans with red scuffed Converse wedge sneakers I donned on my feet.
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