Chapter 15
CALYPSO
T he moment Farris walks out of Church, I know something has changed. He’s moving differently. He’s more sure, more lethal, more like them. He moves like an outlaw, not a cop.
When our eyes lock, he doesn’t speak. He stalks toward me with purpose. My stomach tightens, and not just from the weight of what I need to tell him.
I’ve seen men on the edge. Hell, I’ve been close to it a handful of times. But Farris? He’s passed it, and I don’t know how to bring him back.
I tilt my chin as he reaches me, not backing down from the predator look in his eyes. “How bad was it?”
Farris’s jaw clenches. “We’re handling it.”
That’s all he says, but I don’t miss the flicker behind his eyes. Resolution, vengeance, a promise of blood. I should ask what that means. I should demand to know what the Bastards are planning, but I don’t because I already know.
“We need to talk.” I flex my hands at my sides instead of reaching out to him like I want to.
Farris's eyes roam over my body, stopping at my stomach. “Yeah, we do.” The words feel heavier than they should.
I motion toward the hallway leading to his room, and Farris follows me. The tension between us is like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode.
The moment the door closes behind us, I turn to face him with my arms crossed. I don’t know why I expect Farris to look nervous, but he doesn’t. He just watches me, calm and steady, like he’s already made up his mind about whatever’s coming. I hate how much that pisses me off.
I suck in a sharp breath. “I took the test.”
Farris nods once, slowly. “And?” His jaw flexes, and for the first time, something in his stone-cold exterior cracks. “Calypso.”
I hesitate. Do I tell him the truth or try to lie?
I swallow hard and go with my gut instinct. “It was negative.”
His shoulders shift slightly, like he’s adjusting to the weight of it. Like he expected something different. Like he’s not sure if he’s relieved or disappointed. Neither am I.
“Say something,” I whisper.
Farris exhales, running a hand down his face before closing the space between us in two slow steps. “You scared the hell out of me.”
I snort, shaking my head. “Right. Because the big, bad cop-turned-biker was so worried about…”
“I was.” Farris’s voice is sharp, cutting me off, and I freeze.
He’s watching me with that look. The one that says he sees right through my bullshit.
“I spent months not knowing if you were safe, if you were in pain, if you were hurting.” Farris’s voice drops lower, rougher, and it sends a need to my core.
“And the worst part? I didn’t know if you were dealing with this shit alone and weren’t going to tell me. ”
I look away, my jaw tight. “I didn’t know what to say.”
Farris scoffs. “That’s bullshit and you know it.”
My emotions are all over the place, wild, erratic, and spinning out of control. I’m tired of feeling tired. I’m tired of being angry and I’m tired of fighting about shit.
My hands clench, and my mind is made up. I don’t owe him an explanation. But the way Farris is looking at me, like I’m something he refuses to lose, like he fucking needs me, makes my chest ache.
I shake my head, swallowing down the burn of frustration threatening to choke me. I have to keep him away before he finds out the truth. “I don’t do this, Farris,” I snap, my voice breaking at the edges. “I don’t let people in. I don’t…”
Farris moves fast, closing the space between us before I can breathe. His hand catches my chin, forcing my gaze to his . “I’m not people, Calypso.” The gruff tone of Farris’s voice makes me flinch because, fuck, he’s right.
My body betrays me, leaning into him even as my mind screams to run. I drag my hand through my hair, my breath coming out unsteady. “I didn’t want you to feel trapped.”
Farris laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “You think a baby would’ve trapped me?” His voice is sharper now, the gravel in it sinking deep under my skin. His fingers flex against my jaw, not hard, but just enough to make me feel him . “You think that’s the only reason I’m here?”
I bite my lip, staying silent. Farris steps closer, crowding me, boxing me in against the wall. “You’re mine,” he mutters, voice rough. “Pregnant or not. That doesn’t change.”
My breath hitches, my resolve cracking. I want to take it all back, the lies, the distance, the goddamn walls I built, but I don’t. I can’t. I have more than me to think about now. I hope I’m making the right decision.
Farris’s breath brushes against my skin as he leans in, his lips ghosting over my ear, sending a slow, delicious ache curling low in my stomach.
“You keep pushing me away.” His voice is nothing but a husky whisper now, hot, possessive, fucking dangerous. “But I’ll keep coming back. Every fucking time.”
A shudder rips through me, my nails digging into his shirt.
I hate him. I want him. I need him. I close my eyes for a second, just a second, letting myself feel him.
Letting myself want, and I know I’m already losing this battle.
Because Farris isn’t just in my space anymore, he’s in my goddamn soul.
I want to fight this. I want to shove him away, claw my way out of his hold, and pretend he doesn’t own me like this. But the way he’s looking at me, like I’m already his, like I always have been, destroys me. I tremble as his fingers tighten on my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes.
“Don’t fight me, Calypso,” Farris growls. “Not tonight.”
And fuck, I don’t. I can’t.
Farris’s hands move down my body and clamp onto my waist, I know I’m lying to myself. I want this. I need him desperately.
His fingers dig into my hips, rough and demanding as he pins me against the wall. His breath is ragged, his chest heaving as his eyes burn into mine, filled with something dark, something carnal, something dangerous.
I love every second of it. I can feel him everywhere. The heat of his body is pressing against me. The slow, deliberate way he rolls his hips into mine, teasing, taunting, letting me feel how much he fucking wants me.
I gasp, my fingers fisting in his shirt. “Farris.”
Farris silences me with his mouth, crushing his lips against mine in a kiss that’s all fire and fury. There’s no hesitation, no holding back, just raw, all-consuming need. His tongue slides against mine, coaxing, claiming, owning me.
I moan into his mouth, my body arching, pressing closer, closer until there’s no space left between us.
His hands move, gripping my ass, hoisting me up in one smooth, effortless motion.
My legs wrap around his waist on instinct, ankles locking behind his back as he grinds into me, right where I need him.
I break the kiss with a shattered breath, my head falling back against the wall. “Fuck.”
Farris chuckles darkly, trailing kisses down my throat, his teeth scraping just enough to make me shudder. “That’s the plan, sweetheart.”
His mouth moves lower, his lips and tongue setting me on fire as he works his way down my neck. He bites at my collarbone, soothing the sting with his tongue, before dipping lower, tugging my shirt up with his teeth.
Jesus. He’s going to kill me.
My nails dig into his shoulders, my back arching as Farris’s mouth finds my breast, dragging his tongue over my nipple through my bra. A sharp, needy whimper escapes me, and Farris groans, the sound vibrating through me.
“Goddamn, Calypso,” Farris rasps, his fingers tearing at my clothes, pushing up my shirt, popping open my jeans. “I’ve been wanting this. Wanting you.”
My head spins, body pulsing with need. “Then take me,” I breathe.
His eyes flick up, locking onto mine. Something shifts. Something darker. “Not yet.” Farris’s voice is rough, edged with control that’s barely there.
I whimper as he lowers me onto the bed, peeling my jeans down, his rough hands setting my skin on fire. Then he’s there, kneeling between my thighs, taking his fucking time as he trails his fingers up the inside of my thigh.
I squirm, desperate for more. “Farris.”
Farris grins, dark and knowing, spreading me open with his hands. And then his mouth is on me. I cry out, my fingers tangling in his hair as his tongue moves slow, teasing, torturing, drawing out every moan, every shudder.
Farris doesn’t rush. He makes me feel everything.
He groans against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. “So fucking sweet,” he mutters, licking deep, making my hips jerk against his mouth.
I’m shaking. Falling apart. “Farris, fuck, I can’t.”
Farris doesn’t stop. Doesn’t let up.
He flicks his tongue just right, and I explode, crying out his name as pleasure crashes over me. I’m still trembling, still gasping when he moves over me again, his weight pinning me down, owning me.
“You’re mine,” Farris rasps against my lips. “Say it.”
I grab his face, dragging his mouth back to mine. A part of me still wants to fight. Still wants to hold onto the lie, to the walls I’ve built. But Farris is ripping them down, brick by fucking brick. He’s claiming me in ways I can’t ignore, ways I never wanted to need.
I squeeze my eyes shut, swallowing the lump in my throat. This is dangerous. Letting him in means losing control, means knowing that when he finds out the truth, he might never forgive me.
But right now? I don’t care. Right now, I just want to be his.
“I’m yours,” I whisper, and it’s the truth.
Farris pushes into me inch by inch, stretching me, filling me, forcing my body to take him. The burn is delicious, the ache exactly what I need. My back arches, my nails clawing at his shoulders as he buries himself deep. My breath shatters. I feel so fucking full.
"You feel that?" he growls, rolling his hips, making me moan . "That's mine. Every. Fucking. Inch."
I break all over again. This time, I don’t hold back. I let him have me.
All of me.
Farris’s breath is still hot against my skin, his arms locked around me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he lets go.
I should tell him now. I should whisper it against his chest, let the words tumble out before I lose my nerve.
But I don’t. Instead, I stay quiet. I press my lips against his shoulder, breathing him in, memorizing the way he feels wrapped around me.
I need to tell him the truth, but how? How do I confess the deepest secret I’m keeping from him? How do I tell him I lied to him? That I am pregnant with his child?
Because the moment I tell him? This might all come crashing down. And I’m not ready to lose him.