Chapter 12
EVERLEE - RULES ARE MEANT TO BE brOKEN
Not waiting to find out why the sudden change of plans, I give the driver my address and watch him plug it into the GPS.
Twenty-two minutes with traffic.
Twenty-two minutes of awkward silence in the back of a car with a man I haven’t been able to get off my mind for days. A man who drips sex and power.
Twenty-two minutes.
He makes a turn at the stoplight, barely beating the yellow light, causing my hand to brace on the center of the seat and Callum’s to do the same.
Our pinkies brush against one another, and he quickly turns his gaze to meet mine, offering an apology.
“What exactly are you sorry for?” I mumble out.
His hardened gaze lands on me, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of meeting his eyes.
I can’t if I want to stay mad at him, and I don’t really even know why I’m mad.
Is it because I can’t get him off my mind?
Because I wanted him to take me in that bathroom, even though I usually find that disgusting?
Is it because I let myself get attached and dream up some world where I thought he wanted me too?
Irritated, I roll my eyes and look out of the window.
“Everlee,” he whispers, grabbing my hand.
I yank it out of his grasp and give him a piercing stare. “I know you have your rules, and I don’t want you to break them.”
“I’ve gotten permission.”
My head snaps back in shock. “Permission?” I nearly shout back.
My mind tries to process. From who? A girlfriend?
Wife? I didn’t see any signs of a woman at his house.
Maybe it wasn’t his house. Surely he doesn’t have to ask for permission from the guys.
Unless… they’re together. No, that’s not possible, is it?
No, I shake my head. In the bathroom, the way he looked at me.
He sighs. “Everlee.” His eyes soften, as if he’s struggling with something. “Brady. Can you pull over here?”
“What?”
“I need to talk to you. I need you to understand. And I don’t need to feel pressured to explain everything in the remaining thirteen minutes I have with you,” he says, looking at the map on display at the front.
There’s a pain, an ache in his voice, which makes me want to reach up and touch his face and tell him everything is going to be fine, but I have to hold the course.
Brady parks the car and climbs out, standing on the sidewalk.
“He’s getting out?” I ask, looking at him standing with his hands clasped in front of him, with his black peacoat and beanie on.
“He’s giving us privacy.”
“What’s going on?”
“That’s what I’m trying to tell you. I don’t… I don’t usually have these conversations. This is Jax’s department.”
“He has conversations with girls for you.” What kind of fucked-up dynamic did I step into the middle of?
He chuckles and reaches up to cup my cheek, his thumb swiping across my cheekbone.
“Not quite.”
“So, then?”
“If I gave you an NDA to sign, would that weird you out?”
“An NDA?”
“Non-Disclosure-”
“I know what an NDA is. I’m just surprised you asked me to sign one. I barely know you.”
“That’s for good reason.”
“Who are you?” My gaze narrows on his face.
“I’m Callum.” He smirks.
“No shit. I mean—”
He’s chuckling when our eyes meet, and the air changes around us.
His gaze becomes intense, sexual, needing.
“You are a temptation like nothing I’ve ever experienced,” he whispers, leaning forward.
There’s something in his voice that causes my stomach to tighten.
No man’s words have ever turned me on the way his have.
Something about the power he commands is like lighter fluid for the sexual flame burning within me.
Screw the lighter fluid like a whole container of gasoline.
I lean in, lifting my lips towards his, hungry for the warmth of his kiss. But he doesn’t move. He stays just an inch away, holding the moment taut, his eyes fixed on mine, waiting to see what I’ll do.
“The first time was a mistake, and I was weak. I can’t do it again.”
“Kissing me was a mistake?” I huff, my head swirling.
“God, no. Well, technically yes.” He chuckles, “But not in the way you think.”
He pulls a small packet of papers from inside his coat and hands them to me. “Please sign these so I don’t have to be so guarded with you. So I can kiss you, fuck you, and make you moan all night.”
A puff of air escapes my lips, and my clit throbs as moisture pools between my legs. It’s like someone turned on the faucet in my panties.
Words escape me, so I nod repeatedly, looking like a damn bobblehead. “Got a pen?”
He chuckles, reaching into his inside pocket.
“You had me at kiss and sold it with fuck.”
“You have a very dirty mouth.” He watches me sign my name, then continues, “One that I want to punish.” His tongue swipes slowly over his bottom lip as my hands clench onto the seat. Goddamn.
His words set my senses ablaze, and I instinctively close my mouth, not wanting to risk ruining this electrifying moment with any stupid thoughts that might escape.
His eyes rake over my face and settle on my lips as my resolve wanes.
My teeth scrape along my bottom lip, freeing it for any number of words to fall out of my mouth.
Fortunately, curiosity gets the better of me. “So, what do you need to tell me?”
He bats the paper onto the ground, swoops over, wraps his hand around the back of my neck, and pulls me towards him.
“That can wait,” he mumbles before his lips crash onto mine, taking them in an unapologetically hard kiss.
The kind of kiss you need on a very basic level.
The kind of kiss you need because your life depends on it.
A moan escapes, and I feel him smile before leaning forward more, pushing me back. His hand tightly grips my hip like it’s his lifeline, while mine greedily strokes up his chest. I need him. Need to feel him, need to taste him, need everything about him.
“I’m going to make you moan my name,” he whispers against my lips.
I look at him, smiling. “I doubt it.”
His eyes twinkle with mischief. “Game on.” His hands simultaneously lift my dress as he shimmies down my body.
Oh my God. He’s going to eat me out in the back of his car with people walking on the sidewalk not even ten feet away. Nervous, but not enough to stop him, I tilt my head up and see the windows are tinted. I don’t know how dark, but—
He slides my panties aside before his tongue plunges into my wet depths.
“Fuck me!” I exclaim, pressing the palm of my hand to the window behind me.
“I plan to,” he says before diving back in.
Holy shit, he’s skilled in the art of cunnilingus. Cunnilingus? Of all the words I could use—oh my god. So good. So, so good.
With the pressure building and the tingles racing through my body, I feel like I’m about to explode in his mouth. Holy shit. I think I’m seeing stars.
“Callum,” I moan out, which only makes him swirl and pulse his tongue faster.
He slips two fingers in while his tongue plays with my clit, sucking it into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck.”
“We’re really going to need to work on that mouth,” he says before running his tongue up my wet center. “You taste so good. I could live the rest of my life down here.”
My body grinds, moving on its own the closer I get, and his words just put me on a bullet train.
I moan again and again and again.
So much for winning that. He’s playing to win and I can appreciate that. Over and over again.
His fingers curl and hit that magic spot, and without warning, my world explodes.
Hearts and arrows and little flying Cupids swirl around my head.
The groan that escapes my lips is unlike anything I’ve ever heard.
It’s deep, from the depths of a well that has never been explored before.
My pussy clenches around his fingers as his thrusts slow.
He looks up at me, face still between my legs, his eyes pure sex and fire. What have I gotten myself into? He crawls up my body and finds my lips, pressing his tongue in. Hints of me linger there, but his kiss is soft and passionate.
I’m screwed.
Literally and figuratively.
Eager to repay the favor, I grab for the top of his pants, but he puts his hand on mine. “Not right now. This wasn’t for me. Well, not entirely.” He winks, sitting us up, then pulls out his phone and sends a text. Moments later, Brady climbs back into the car.
“Do you need to go home right now?” Callum asks before Brady pulls back onto the road.
I shake my head, still unable to form words.
Brady sits behind the wheel and I freak out for a second, wondering if he knows what just happened. There’s no way he doesn’t know, right? Staring at him through the rearview, I search for clues or signs, but he’s unflinching. Not even a questioning brow or a smirk.
“Brady. Can you take us to Rosemary Park?”
My brow furrows, studying his face.
“Can you ice skate?”
I nod slowly, still confused. “But I’m not really in the outfit for it.”
“That’s fine. They have stuff there we can buy.”
“Callum.”
He kisses the end of my nose. “Rule One. What I say goes.”
I laugh. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I’m a rule breaker.”
“I’ve gathered as much.”
“Rule One. You can tell me what you want to happen and we’ll discuss it.”
A smile tugs at his lips. “We’ll see.”
I’ll take the small victory for now. He seems to be the type that needs to be in control, and maybe that’s what draws me to him. That dominant big dick energy.
We’re at the park ten minutes later, and it’s packed. I’d seen flyers floating around for it, but dismissed them since it was all Valentine’s Day themed. I had no desire to go… before. While I still don't believe in the holiday, I can appreciate its benefits.