Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Need.
Anguish.
Misery.
I understand his feelings wholeheartedly and want to erase them. It was easier to be angry at him when it felt like he was being a dick, but this is different. He’s in pain. Pain I’ve somehow caused, even by accident.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “You had it all wrong and I was mad at you for assuming the worst.”
His gaze darkens as he swipes away a tear that’s escaped down my cheek. “Assuming the worst?”
God, he’s such an idiot, but clearly Jamie screwed with his mind. Instead of getting upset, I should have been patient with him. I should have let him cool off and then explain that I’d never betray him like she did.
“It was just a party with my new friends. Nothing more. I thought about you the whole time. Wished I were with you instead. Everything transpired so quickly with them showing up at my house, so I didn’t have an opportunity to let you know what was happening. But I assure you, it was all in fun, and nothing whatsoever romantic. I didn’t deceive you intentionally.” I bite down on my lip when it wobbles. “I hate that you didn’t trust me. You never let me explain, Callum.”
“I begged you to talk to me for two weeks,” he murmurs. “Why now?”
“Because I’m tired of being apart. I need you—need us. I’m sorry. I should have handled it better.”
He dips his head forward, running his nose along mine. “I fucked up.” His eyes close and he lets out a ragged sigh. “I overreacted and fucked everything up. Jesus, sweetheart, I’m sorry too.”
Before I can even revel in his words I’ve been aching to hear for two weeks, his mouth descends upon mine. I willingly greet him with parted lips. The kiss starts as something tentative and hopeful but quickly turns ravenous.
Teeth and tongues and slick lips.
He’s trying to devour me whole and I love it. I need it. I need him. Our kiss feels like a blissful eternity and then he’s pulling away.
“What happened with Levi?”
I want to rewind to two minutes ago when we were making out and making up. Not this. Not the reminder of my stepbrother. I can still feel his finger jamming inside me.
“He assaulted me,” I croak out. “The morning after the party.”
Callum’s teeth grind together. “How?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes. You can’t keep this all to yourself, sweetheart. I can’t help unless I know.”
“There’s nothing to do.”
His lips thin at my reply. All I want to do is get back to kissing and touching and—
“Sweetheart,” he growls. “Tell me or I’ll spank your pretty little ass for disobeying.”
A thrill shoots through me. As much as I’d love a spanking from him, I’m aching to go back to being his good girl, even if admitting what Levi did to me is painful.
“He, uh, pinned me, shoved his tongue down my throat, and forced his finger inside me.” I shudder at the memory. “And then Darren walked in, stopping it. Levi hasn’t touched me since.”
“My poor, sweet girl,” he croons, peppering kisses on my face. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
A sob claws its way out of me. “I just…hate that he’s the last thing I remember. No matter how hard I tried to erase it and replace it with you, I couldn’t.”
He kisses me deeply. I stiffen when I feel his hand slide down my stomach to the button on my jeans. His thumb runs over my skin just beneath my shirt along the top of my jeans.
“Can I touch you? I want to make you feel good. Give you something good to remember when you’re all alone with your thoughts and memories.”
Could it be that easy for me?
“Y-Yes. I need you, Callum. Only you.”
I gasp as the button on my jeans pops from its hole and he runs the zipper down. Then, his large, masculine hand is sliding into my jeans and under my panties. At first, the feel of a finger touching my pussy has me panicking, but then I ground my thoughts and remind myself it’s wanted. I want Callum to touch me. His finger finds my clit. He’s gentle, slowly massaging it back to life. Fear and apprehension bleed away to desire. His mouth captures mine and he rubs me until I’m dizzy with need.
“I want you to come and then I’m going to slide my dick into your wet, needy pussy. Why, sweetheart? Why am I going to do that?”
“I don’t know,” I say with a moan, unable to think when he’s rubbing me to ecstasy.
“Because you’re mine. Because only I belong inside you. I’m going to come inside you. Fill you up to the brim with me. My cum will run out of you for the rest of the day. It’s all you’ll be able to think about. Is that what you want?”