Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 119005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
And then he gripped my thigh, spreading me.
My head flew back against the wall as he thrust into me. Hard. I wrapped my other leg around him and let him lift me up. His cock slid in so deep, I cried out.
Our gazes held, his holding a turmoil of fury, misery, and lust as he fucked me against his wall. My cries of frantic pleasure mingled with his grunts and groans. Callan was unrelenting, fierce, powering into me as I clung to him.
In the back of my mind, I knew this was wrong and messed up, that I should have walked out on him, but it was almost like he was an addiction. Any pleasure was worth the pain.
My orgasm tore through me, and I screamed as my inner muscles contracted voluptuously around his cock.
“Fuck! Beth!” Callan bellowed as his back bowed, his teeth gritting as I felt him throb dramatically inside me. It was so powerful, a little mini orgasm followed in the wake of his release.
Once the fog of desire lifted from my mind, tears thickened my throat again. Callan must have felt the change because he withdrew, gently lowering me to the floor as he did.
I could feel his cum between my thighs and for the first time between us, I felt used.
“Come back to the bedroom,” he whispered, tugging on my hand. “Get cleaned up, sleep it off.”
He thought a great fuck against the wall had changed things that much?
I stumbled away from him, turning the lock on his door. “What’s the point?”
“Beth—”
“Stop it.” I glared at him. “If I’m not what you are to me, then I’m just a body to stick your cock into. And I deserve better than that.”
Rage flashed across his face. “You know that’s not true—that you’re not just a body to me. It’s not that simple.”
“It feels that simple,” I whispered, fresh tears burning in my eyes. “I’m falling for you, Callan. Every time you touch me now, it’ll be like you’re using that against me to get what you want. That’s what happened there.” I gestured to the wall he’d fucked me against. “Is that the man you want to be?”
He stumbled back, like I’d slapped him.
And I walked out the door.
I kept it together until I got to mine, until I stripped out of my clothes and climbed into the shower to wash him off me. That’s when I fell apart. Until I was a ball in the corner of the shower stall, sobbing so hard, my ribs hurt almost as much as my heart.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
CALLAN
Iknew a week could feel like a year.
I’d just forgotten. The last time a week felt like a year was after my parents died.
We played Dingwall the day after Beth and me … the day after she left my flat, making me feel like scum for ever touching her.
The first half was a mess. My head was not in the game.
As I moved down the pitch, Beth’s tearful expression kept filling my mind and suddenly, I had no idea what was happening in the match.
Etienne yelled at me at halftime and although I wanted to smash the cunt’s face in, his ire pulled my head out of my arse. I tapped into my self-directed frustration and my bitterness toward Beth for seeing the worst in me. We dominated the second half and won the game 2–1.
The gaffer still gave me a talking-to afterward.
Baird and John watched me warily. They knew something was up. Later that evening, I told them that the thing with Beth and me was over. My tone demanded they not discuss it any further, and since I had good mates, they didn’t.
However, the next week passed in slow fucking motion. I kept hoping to see her as I was coming and going from the flat, but for the first time since I’d moved in, I didn’t. I’d hear heels on the concrete stairwell and my heart would jump into my throat, but it was never her.
She had to be avoiding me.
A week that felt like a year. And with every day that passed, I couldn’t deny it got harder to get out of bed. Because I couldn’t admit to myself what this great big fucking black cloud over my head was.
When Baumann slapped me on the back at training and told me to go shag Beth if that’s what it would take to drag me out of my mood, I almost took a swing at him, and John had to intervene.
“Do we need to talk about this?” Baird had asked tentatively as we left the grounds that afternoon.
“Nothing to talk about.” I jumped into my Defender and left without another word.
It was a good thing Gavin didn’t show up because I was ready to take this swelling beast of emotion building inside me out on someone. Just unleash it so I could be rid of it.