Chapter 15
EVERLEE – WHEN YOU’RE AN ICE CUBE, FUCK THE RULES!
By the time I get to the front of the church, Callum is pulling around the circle. The back door swings open and Emmett climbs out, holding his arm towards me, inviting me in.
As I approach, his jovial expression fades away, and worry takes its place.
“Fuck, Trouble. What have you done?”
I look up at him and try to smile, but find it difficult since my jaws ache from chattering. “Beckett.”
“Take your dress off!” he commands.
My eyes grow wide with surprise, but my shivering body does not afford me the flush that usually accompanies such commands.
He looks over my shoulder. “There’s no one out here.
” He pulls me towards him and turns us so I’m between him and the seats, blocking the view from anyone else who could walk by, and bends down to pull my dress off, throwing it on the floorboard before pushing me inside.
“You’re going to get hypothermia.” His words are short and filled with panic.
I climb in and see Beckett and Will are in the third row, and Jax is in the second row, casting a disapproving glance.
Emmett climbs in and shuts the door. He pulls his shirt off, and I hear either Will or Beckett gasp in the backseat, but ignore them. Emmett hands me his shirt. “Come here.” He lifts me onto his lap. “Straddle me.”
I catch Beckett’s eye this time, and the look on his face is screaming ‘I fucking told you so’ with his one brow lifted. I quickly glance at Jax, and he rolls his eyes. He’s clearly uncomfortable with the public displays of affection in front of Beckett and Will, but knows I need to get warm.
I press my chest against Emmett’s, and his skin feels like fire. He wraps his shirt around my back and then wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly. I lay my cheek on his shoulder and look at Jax, who reaches out and rubs the back of his finger across my cheek affectionately.
“We need to get her warmed up. She’s like an icebox,” Emmett groans.
“Just take her to your place and Will and I will walk back to my parents’ house.”
I can tell Jax wants to say something, to correct him, but it’s no use. Beckett has a pretty good idea of what’s going on, even if he isn’t certain.
“After we all shower, we’ll swing by and pick up her stuff and take her to the airport with us,” Jax concedes.
“You have the same flight?”
“They have a jet,” I brag.
“Of course they do,” Beckett huffs with a note of jealousy.
“It’s a buddy’s,” Jax corrects.
My shivering has slowed to random bursts of shakes, as Emmett’s body heat helps to warm me up. He runs his hand over my head. “Are you okay, Trouble?”
I hum, and he laughs, placing a kiss on my head.
The rest of the car ride is quiet. When we get back to the guy's rental, Emmett wraps his shirt around me and carries me to the house. Fortunately, his shirt is long enough to cover my underwear, so I’m not flashing everyone.
“I’ll see you soon.” Beckett winks, and I flip him off. He throws his head back in a fit of laughter as he and Will walk arm in arm towards the walking trail that surrounds the lake. “How convenient they were so close.” He calls over his shoulder, not turning around.
Callum opens the door and runs inside, saying something about starting the shower. When Emmett drops me in the bathroom, I frown because it’s small—very small, compared to his and the group shower in the voyeur room. I want all the guys with me, but they won’t fit.
Callum nods his head. “Go on. We’ll see you when you’re done.”
“Four of us need to take showers, and there are only two bathrooms in the house,” I say, assuming it’s like my parents.
“Three in this house,” he intones.
I hold my hand out to him.
He looks over his shoulder at Emmett, who holds his hands up. “I’m going to finish packing us up. I may run over to Ev’s house and get her luggage.”
“You don’t have to do that.” I smile at him.
“I’m not doing it to be nice.” He steps forward, wrapping his arm around me, pulling me towards him.
“I’m doing it because I don’t want to wait longer than I have to, to fuck you.
” He takes my mouth in a hard and passionate kiss, then pulls away like nothing’s happened and pokes the tip of my nose.
“Now go take a shower and make it quick.” He turns me around and smacks my ass before he walks out of the bathroom, shutting the door.
Callum strips out of his clothes, and I take a deep breath.
“You heard the man. We need to be quick.” I wrap my arms around him and squeeze his butt.
“I think you’re talking about something else completely.”
“Does it matter?” I slip out of my underwear and let my bra fall to the floor.
His teeth scrape over his bottom lip as he drinks in the sight of me, his cock hardening. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I pull the curtain back and climb into the shower, quickly running the water through my hair to wash away as much of the chill as possible.
“Let me,” he commands in a low and sultry voice.
The door opens and my heart bursts with excitement. “Hello?”
“Don’t mind me,” Emmett says. “Just grabbing a few things.” The door closes a second later.
Callum reaches beside me, his chest brushing over mine as he grabs the shampoo.
Even him pouring shampoo into his hand is hot as fuck.
Everything moves in slow motion with a Marvin Gaye song playing in the background.
He turns me around and presses his chest to my back and glides his cock between my thighs as his hands work into my hair.
My head bobbles back as a moan escapes.
“Oh, baby, don’t do that.”
“It feels so good, though.” I reach down to rub the underside of his cock, lifting it so I can rock my pussy over it.
His breath stutters.
“You feel so good,” I moan again, rocking my hips more, pulling his cock up so it lightly brushes over my clit.
His fingers dig into my scalp each time his cock slides along my pussy.
I turn around to rinse the soap from my hair, and when I tilt my head back, his mouth clamps around my breast while his fingers press inside me. Another moan escapes as my body clenches around him. Butterflies explode in my stomach.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles lightly against my hot skin.
“For what?” I ask, confused.
“For the way I’m about to fuck you.” He lifts me out of the shower and bends me over the sink, and plunges into me without hesitation.
“Fuck, Callum.”
His hands clamp to my hips as he pounds into me hard and fast, causing my ass to jiggle and my boobs to flop wildly around. This is a raw and pure animalistic need.
“All day.” He pants through thrusts. “I’ve seen you…
walking around in that… dress. God!” He continues to thrust harder and faster, if that were even possible.
“And all I wanted to do was… rip it off of you and make you come.” His thrusts slow only a little as his hand moves to my clit and he rubs.
“I wanted to fuck you in front of… everyone. I wanted them to know you are… mine.” He pulls out and flips me around, sitting me on the edge of the sink, throwing my legs over his shoulders.
“I wanted them to know you are ours.” He dives in, his tongue moving quickly with pinpoint precision.
His goal is to make me come in the quickest way possible, and I’m so fucking close.
Between him, his cock, his tongue, and his words.
I grab onto the back of his head and hold him to my pussy while he eats like it’s his last fucking meal.
“Shit, Callum,” I whimper out as he sucks on my clit.
He stops and stands up, pulling my hips to the edge of the counter while he presses into me again.
“I want to feel you come around my cock,” he says, using both of his hands to push the hair away from my face before he presses his lips to mine.
His tongue thrusts in, mimicking his cock in my throbbing pussy.
His kiss is wet and needy, and I want to give him everything.
The faster he pulses, the faster I feel my orgasm coming. Because of his height, his cock is angled in such a way that it rubs on all the right places inside of me, making me wild with desire.
“Harder, Callum.” I grab his back, pulling my body just a little closer to him.
He lifts my legs, so I wrap them around his waist. A second later, he’s carrying me across the hall to the bedroom.
He kneels onto the bed, his cock never leaving me as he continues to thrust. He grabs my legs and pulls them in front of him and up his chest, so the soles of my feet are pointed at the ceiling.
This angle allows him to go deeper as he pushes up on his knees.
I moan out as pleasure and pain rip inside of me.
“Are you okay?” he asks, pausing.
“Yes. Yes. Don’t stop.” There’s pain, but the pleasure is… fuck, he is deep.
He thrusts his hips, as one hand holds my legs to his chest and the other circles my clit. That’s all I needed. The one touch. I explode, crying out in ecstasy, feeling the inside of my pussy pulse around him.
He lets out a low groan as his eyes roll into the back of his head.
“I love to feel you around me. Your pulsing pussy squeezing on my cock.” He grunts out with two more thrusts, then stops, pressing his cock in deep.
His breath shudders as he collapses on me, my legs falling to the side, completely useless.
“So much for the shower.” I laugh.
“We’ll give you a bath when we get home.” He winks, then brushes a kiss across my nose before he pulls out and climbs off the bed.
I watch him walk to the door, then call after him. “I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you walk away.”
He casts a side glance over his shoulder and winks as he walks back into the bathroom to shut the water off.
I lay on the bed and wait for a second before I feel the warm ooze pool. I leap from the bed like a ninja and sumo-wrestler walk across the hall into the bathroom, then dart to the toilet.
“What in the hell are you doing?” I hear from the hall.