Chapter 36
“You think I’m a whore?”
Eden wastes no time as her chin tilts upward defiantly. Despite her musical persona and the portrait of a beautiful, delicate woman, she’s someone who refuses to be silenced or insulted. She’s told us enough times how she had to fight her way to survive from where she comes from. Her current angry face etches with the strength that rises from within her is proof enough.
She fit in our group like the missing piece we never knew we needed. We all fancied the socks off Eden Rivers from the Sugar Vixens, but joining our all male boyband wasn’t exactly something we welcomed.
But fuckin ’ell, she proved all of us wrong because she’s definitely a girl who, like all of us, came from the wrong side of the tracks. That wholesome, sweet persona we all thought she had was just a show she and Oliver created for the TV folk.
“I never said you were a whore, darling,” I say, watching Rick walk Storm in the distance as they make their way back to the trailer park. “That’s something you came up with. Not me.”
I take out my trusted metal box and crouch to the ground to prep my fag, putting the bottle down beside me. I could just walk back and ignore Eden, but something tells me she wants to have this out of the bag.
I roll my fag and put everything away and I see a pair of black vintage biker boots stand next to where I’m crouched down. Just as I think she’s about to crouch down and join me for whatever reason, she snatches the whiskey bottle.
Rather than react, I continue doing my thing and stand up, putting the box back in my pocket and lighting up my fag before glancing her way.
“What’s your intention, siren?” My eyes casually look up at her, now standing at a distance.
“Was this how you intended to spend your night?” she says, waving the bottle at me.
Rolling my eyes, I take a drag and inhale deep.
“Why do you care?” I say, turning my head away to exhale the smoke.
“Maybe you want to play that troubled asshole, but I know you, Callum Evans. I’ve known you since we were practically kids. And this,” she holds up once more, “this isn’t you.”
I smirk at her.
“You think you know me, siren?”
“Dammit, Callum, drinking isn’t the way. Why can’t you talk to me?”
“Because a bottle won’t talk back like a woman will,” I grin with amusement, which only fuels her with more frustration.
I watch her walk over to a nearby abandoned building.
“Siren, don’t do it!” I yell to her, but she’s relentless.
Just brill! As if my evening couldn’t get any better, I silently watch her break the bottle against the building. She tosses the head, along with the broken shards of glass, to the ground. Taking another drag, I inhale deeply, keeping my calm because I could be fucking pissed, but I know she’s testing my patience.
“That was unnecessary,” I tell her as she returns.
“Now talk,” she says. “If there’s someone else, fair enough. But don’t treat me like crap because you”re fucking some other woman every night you disappear. I know you’re frustrated because you think you can’t bring her around, but that’s not true.”
What?
“So you’re okay with me bringing some bird home?” I ask, not sure if I should rejoice or be mortified that she wants me to move on.
Technically, I should have moved on from her a long time ago.
“Haze told me you’re living the life of a bachelor back in England.”
Fucking wanker.
“As if Haze has any clue of my life back home in the last decade.”
“So you don’t fuck around with groupies?”
“I never said that.”
Although I’m not sure what I’d prefer doing right now, kill my arselicking brother, or laugh because she’s got the jealous bug for an imaginary woman she thinks I’m sleeping with.
Eden always was always the possessive type.
But so was I.
“We used to be friends.”
“We were never friends, luv. We were lovers.”
“I was in love with you, Callum.”
I don’t like where this discussion is going, I toss my fag away, not giving a shit where it lands, and start walking down the road back to the trailer.
She isn’t what I need in my life.
If I keep telling myself that, I’m hoping to believe it.
“Hey!” Eden calls out, but I keep strolling and ignoring her.
“Tell me this then,” she runs to catch up and puts herself in front of me, causing me to halt. “Why do you care so much about my stalker and what he did to me. Why?”
I inch closer, fury raging in me at the mention of the arsehole.
“Eden, what else did that bastard do to you?”
She steps back, realizing she said something she shouldn’t have. Silence suddenly fills the breezy air between us. And if I wanted this woman to shut up, she’s finally done so.
But not like this.
We all suspect more happened. She mentioned there were three people that night.
“Were you raped, Eden?” I blurt out the words we all suspected but none of us asked because the answer would ignite the kind of fury which our darkest demons would be released to create havoc on the world.
Eden recoils from the sting of my question.
That word.
The one term that’s incredibly serious and sensitive refers to a violent and traumatic crime.
One that I now know was inflicted on the one woman who once upon a time was my whole world.
And probably still is.
“Fuck,” the words leave my breath, and I watch Eden turn away from me, defeated by our argument.
Tears from nowhere sting my eyes and threaten to explode.
I watch her walk hastily away, and I just stand here, dumb and deliberating on what to do with this info. I aided my own addiction, responsible for my destruction, but Eden … fuck.
What happened to her …. Words cannot even form in my head.
“Fuck,” I repeat once more, but rather than be stupefied, my legs take on a life of their own, and I leg it towards her.
“Siren, stop,” I say, grabbing hold of her. Pulling her hard, and she crashes face forward into my chest. I hold her in my eyes and stare down at her, her face stoic of emotion because she’s used to hiding what happened to her.
“Fuck, siren,” I say, gazing into those beautiful green eyes. I wrap my arms around her, not in a passionate way but to prevent her from running.
“I was so in love with you, lass. More than you can possibly imagine. When you ran, you took half my heart with you. The good half because what I was left with was broken, it was corrupted and weak.”
Her face suddenly softens at my admittance.
“You scare me, babe. If that’s even possible. I’m usually fearless, but you’re a different kind of human. Be the other half of my heart. The good part.”
“I don’t need pity, Callum,” she retorts, and her brows raise with disdain.
“No, you don’t. But fuck it, life is too short. Trust me when I tell you that I will hunt those responsible down, I will skin them, and feed them their own carcass. I won’t stop until every one of them is found because they harmed something that was mine. You were mine, and if we’re being honest here, you have never stopped being mine. So if you want to stop what we had, then say it now. Say it, and I’ll go.”
She looks up at me with glassy eyes, letting me in her soul for the first time after what feels like a lifetime ago. The anticipation for her reply makes every passing second feel like an eternity. My heart throbbing like mad inside my chest, ready to explode. With each passing moment, a carousel of emotions plays out on my face —hope, doubt, fear, and an undercurrent of vulnerability.
“I don’t want to stop being yours, Callum,” Eden finally says, and I release that anxious breath I hold.
“But you can’t tell anyone what you learned tonight.”
My eyes widen in sheer surprise at that last remark that seems to overtake her emotional declaration of me. I stand here, holding her, trying to take in the unexpected request and wanting to shake some sense into her.
“Do you realize what you’re asking of me?”
She presses her lips together.
“I’m not ready to discuss it, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be.”
My gaze remains unwavering.
“Siren—”
“Please, Callum. Please don’t tell them, even if they already suspect it. I’m not ready,” she shakes her head as a wave of panic overcomes her, and her entire body shivers in fear. “I can’t … I can’t—”
I wrap my arms around her tighter and pull her against my chest.
“Hey, now,” I say, trying to find the right words. “Listen, I promise not to say anything. This is your story to tell.”
I pull her from me and lock onto her face.
“But trust me when I tell you, you need to heal. Keeping it to yourself will not help you. Staying in the dark where it’s comfortable only prolongs the pain. I know the darkness well, siren. But remember that I’m here with you, as are three other blokes who would move the Himalayas for you.”
She looks up with a tiny grin on her face.
“Himalayas?”
“I was going for the dramatic effect. I play bass, you’re the talent with words, babe.”
“If you don’t use your one of many talents right now on my lips, I will seriously have second doubts.”
I cup her face delicately, my fingers tracing the contours of her cheek, I lean forward, hovering over her. The warmth of my breath against her lips. The world around us fades into a hushed anticipation as I capture her mouth in a tender, lingering kiss.
A gentle surge of urgency erupts between us, a dance of passion and tenderness. Time seems to suspend around us as our connection deepens, and her fingers find their way to the back of my neck, tangling in my hair as she surrenders herself to me.
My hand traces a feather-light path down her spine. As soon as it finds her arse, I squeeze it, and all the sweetness disappears, replaced with a raw intensity making our skin tingle with electricity, leaving me wobbly, drunk, and wanting more.
I kiss her as if I may never have the chance to ever do it again, and she kisses me back just as hard, leaving us breathless and flushed.
My lips leave hers, and I press them against the center of her forehead, then trace them down to the tip of her nose and upper lip and drop a chain of kisses around her mouth. I feel so high right now, and the love I feel for this woman is the drug I need to fuel my addiction to her.
“And in my dream, I kissed your lips a thousand times, each one a promise of a love that transcends the boundaries of reality,” I murmur softly as I brush the stray strand of hair away from her beautiful face.
“That”s so beautiful,” she replies in a hushed tone, barely audible. “And here we both thought you lacked the talent for words.”
“Ahh, lass, that’s just my knob talking right now. It’ll say anything just to get inside your knickers.” I throw in an amused wink.
She throws her head back in a fit of laughter.
“Now that’s the Callum I know and love. Harsh, brash, and no bullshitting around.”
“You got that right, siren,” I laugh lightly before claiming her lips once more in an intense kiss that steals her breath away, leaving her knees weak to the point she buckles, and I catch her, holding her up in my embrace.
“Steady there, luv.”
”Yeah,” she responds, a touch perplexed. ”I”m not sure what came over me.”
My lips on you tend to have that effect. I muse to myself, choosing to keep the thought unsaid as I offer her a playful grin instead.
“I got you, babe.”
“I’m good now, thanks,” she assures, but I choose not to release her, maintaining our intimate embrace.
“Where do we go from here?” she asks, staring up at me and resting her hands around my shoulders.
“Well, I was thinking maybe back to your trailer because I don’t fancy sharing you with the others right now.”
She chuckles, “Well, I give you kudos for your honesty, but I was referring to you and me.”
“And again, I still think it’s a better idea if you and I go back to your trailer.”
“If you’re expecting me to confirm my intention to fuck you tonight, then patience is a virtue, but considering you’re Callum Evans, patience is a word that does not exist in your vocabulary. So yes, I’d like that. So, will you answer my original question?”
Without being able to resist, I lean down and kiss her nose.
“You’re too cute.”
I can already see her slowly beginning to fret as her mouth frowns.
“I want you, siren. You. Just you. There’s no other woman in LA, nor in England. Just you. The woman with the beautiful, ethereal face, raven-black hair that cascades down her back, catching the desert breeze like a midnight shadow, sun-kissed curves any male would love to get lost in for days, a voice…fuck …a voice that’s like a melodic symphony with the power to shift sands, creating windblown ripples in the dunes from which she emerges. You embody the otherwordly mirage of a desert siren. Your presence is both elusive and magnetic.”
My words render her silent, and I have her exactly where my intentions need her to be.
“I’m not letting you go. Because if anyone ever lays a single hand on your head, theirs will be on the ground. You’re mine, siren. My addiction. Mine.”
Her eyes, usually filled with unspoken words, now reflect surprise, but a soft smile graces her plump lips, even if words seem to abandon her in my heartfelt confession.
“I can’t wait to get you into my bed,” she finally mumbles, causing me to chuckle because that would be a typical reply from me.
I let go of her and wrap one arm around her shoulders.
“Then let”s get going because my knob is throbbing like mad, and either we make a move towards your trailer, or I rip your clothes off and fuck you against the wall of that building.”
We pass the first guard at the entrance of the trailer park we’re staying in. My arm is wrapped around Eden, and I huddle her close to me. Her scent is an intoxicating elixir that’s doing things to me, particularly my knob that’s in need of a release for weeks.
Our trailers are in a more secluded area on the other side of the park.
“This way,” I say, leading her to one of the smaller trailers.
“What are you doing?” Eden whispers.
I try the door, and my luck is in tonight.
“In here,” I nudge her inside the dark mobile home and shut the door fast.
“Who’s place is this?” she asks, looking around hesitantly.
I shrug my shoulders. “Probably someone from the crew.” I begin to undress.
“What are we doing here?” she asks, looking at me in action.
I toss my jacket first and then pull off my T-shirt. Her eyes fall directly on my chest.
I’m not as ripped as my brother or athletically obsessed as Jagger and Asher are, but I was blessed with the good genes in my family and don’t need to religiously work out to keep my form in shape. My inked shoulders are broad, and the intricate tattoo leads down to my chest that defines a chiseled definition of my pecs. My sculpted arms showcase my inked designs, and I possess a subtle V-line that descends beneath the waistband of my jeans.
I would describe myself as finely tuned, and judging by the blazed look on Eden”s face, she thinks so too. Allowing her to watch me remove my socks, boots, trousers, and shorts, I stand before her, baring my entire self to her.
I turn, walk over to the single window in this room, and lower the blinds, allowing only a subtle sliver of light from the walkway inside. She sucks in her breath as I walk back to her.
“This is me, siren. My heart and soul are laid out for you. I’m going to now make my claim on you, finally possess you like the boyfriend I should have been for you. I want to make up for the ten years lost between us.”
“What if the person who’s staying comes back?”
“Then they can watch for all I fucking care,” I hold my knob, and her eyes go straight to the monster I grip. “This right here needs some attention, siren. It fucking hurts, and I need you to soothe it.”
She pouts her lips in thought.
“I understand,” she says, reaching out, but I grab her hand and drag her to me. My knob twitches against her with approval.
Her clothes are off her in no time, and I have her leaning against the kitchen table as I position myself on my knees between her thighs.
There’s no politeness or cautious approach to how I’m treating her. I’m loving her cunt with the whole of my mouth, and when my forefinger replaces the work of my tongue, brushing against a spot inside her, ecstasy crashes over her, and she can hardly breathe.
She grips my hair, and I look up and watch her bite her lip to prevent herself from screaming.
Her eyes flutter shut, and a moan rips silently through her. I can feel her body convulse above me as ecstasy waves splash over her again and again, coming faster and faster until it”s impossible for her to resist grabbing my hair and grinding herself, fucking my face.
My knob is painfully hard, and I pull away from her. Standing up and attacking her lips, giving her a taste of her own sweet ambrosia, as my hand sneaks between us and I roll that sweet rosey bud between my fingers and feel the echo of her voice moan inside me. Pressing my arousal against her pelvis, I’m desperate to be inside her and take hold of her hips, pulling my face from her and spinning her around to face the table.
“I need to fuck you, siren,” I gently push her back forward, and her hands grip the edge of the table as she pushes her arse out to accommodate me.
Fuckin’ ell, I love this beautiful plump arse. I take a second to admire it before plunging my knob inside her, and I feel her clench onto me.
“You and I feel perfect. You’re so perfect,” I moan, rocking my hips, pumping my knob inside her magical pussy. I wrap my arms around her to control her better and keep her steady.
The feeling of my cock withdrawing and pushing back into her is so good. I get into a rhythm and then gradually thrust harder and faster.
An explosion is heard in the far distance, perhaps a car or truck backfiring. Ignoring it, I continue to stroke my cock in and out of her pussy.
“What was that?” she enquires.
“Just my knob exploding with excitement,” wrapping my arm around her and sliding down her slit, where I find her clit.
I pick up pace, driving into her like I need to fuck her to live. My fingers continue running circles around her clit. I feel her muscles tense up and know I’m right there with her as we’re both about to go over the edge.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Oh god, Callum, I’m coming!”
“Right there with you!”
“Omigod! Omigod!” she screams. “Fuck! I think I’m fucking dying!”
Her entire body comes into a series of tremors as she climaxes.
As soon as I shoot my load inside her, the trailer door breaks open, and I turn my head to see Rick with Jagger by his side.
“Fucking close the door, you bastard,” I shout, my hips still grinding sloppily against Eden’s.
I ignore his angry face and Rick immediately looks away and talks into his earpiece, sliding slightly away from the center of the doorframe.
“What the fuck is wrong with you two?” Jagger’s teeth grit as he snarls at us. “Didn’t you hear the explosion?”
“The only explosion I heard was when my knob emptied itself inside her.”
“No, you knob,” he curses load. “Eden’s trailer partially exploded.”
I feel Eden tense beneath me, and I pull out of her.
“Close the goddamn door, Jagger!” I growl, looking around for something to cover Eden with.
I hear him mutter something, then stepping inside the trailer and closing the door. I look over my shoulder, and he’s alone. I spot my t-shirt by his feet and bend down to pick it up, my eye scolding the bastard for interrupting us and exposing Eden like he just did.
Bringing the item to her, she takes it, and I help her put it over her head before grabbing the rest of her clothes. In the distance, sirens are heard, and they seem to become louder as they approach the lot. Outside, I can see the bright flashes of lights.
“Was anyone hurt? Where’s Storm?” she asks, and while it’s pretty dark in here and I can’t see her face all that well, there’s no missing the stress in her voice.
“We’re all accounted for. Storm’s with Ash and Haze,” Jagger drags his hand through his hair, staring at us. “Fuck, do you have any bloody idea what you two put us through when we couldn’t find you? Your trailer went up in flames!”
His mobile in his hand lightens up and vibrates. His focus goes to the phone as he answers the call.
“Yeah, I found them both. Okay. In some trailer by the main entrance. No idea. Yeah.”
He ends the call, his eyes not once leaving Eden as she gets dressed. She finds her top but doesn’t put it on nor give mine back.
Suits her better anyway, and put on my leather jacket.
“Who’s trailer is this?” Jagger asks.
“No idea, mate,” I say, tying up the laces of my black boots.
“So, are you two…?”
“Yes, we are,” Eden answers his question, and I wink at her.
“Aren’t you even slightly worried that someone tried to kill you? You practically warned Rick off you.”
“Mate, fuck off,” I warn.
Eden bites her lip.
“Of course, I’m fucking shitting myself that HE is trying to kill me now!” she snaps. “But if it weren’t for me falling upon Callum, having a fight with him, sending Rick on his way, Callum’s dick needing to be fucked. I probably would have been toast right now because Rick would have taken me back to the trailer and I would have gone to have a shower before finding you guys at yours. So I don’t give a shit whose trailer this is, but I am grateful for Callum’s needy dick and my horny pussy that probably saved my life. So save your angry words because I’m standing on the edge of it all, about to collapse….”
Her words are cut off with tears, and within seconds I’m by her side, one foot with my boot on and the other without, not giving a shit about me right now. Jagger comes round and embraces her from behind.
“I was so fucking worried, Eddie. If something happened to you … fuck … we all thought, you were….” He studders, and I feel him close in on her. “Goddam lass, you’re our everything.”
He nuzzles his face into her hair, hiding the tears that threaten to explode from his face.
We remain like this until we hear a knock on the trailer door, and I’m the first to break free and. Jagger lets go of Eden, turning his body away from everyone, and I catch him swiping his hand across his eyes.
I give him his moment and go to open the door.
Asher is the first to enter, holds my shoulder tight, is grateful to see me, and rushes to Eden. Haze passes through the door, his eyes traveling to Asher and Eden in an embrace and without a second thought, he grabs me, wraps his arms around me, and drags me to him in a tight embrace. We stay like this for a few brief seconds until he lets go, and I move my head to find his face red and his eyes swollen. He pats my shoulder and silently moves onto Eden.
Remaining by the door, I’m slightly stunned by my brother’s sudden affection. The bastard still loves me, even if he loathes me for the most part.
“Our trailer was partially damaged by the blast,” Haze announces, his one arm still holding Eden close to him. “Rick is on his way here with Storm. We’ve spoken with the film crew, and obviously, filming is paused until further notice. There’s a resort about a hundred miles North. We’re driving out there for tonight, and tomorrow morning, we’ll head back to LA.
“We need to talk with Flavia as soon as we return and discuss our next steps.”
We nod, no one’s got the energy to think much about it and follow whatever needs to be done.
“This bastard is upping his game.”
“He promised he’ll kill me,” mutters Eden, and the worry is etched all over her face. Asher wraps his hand over her shoulder, and she leans into him.
“We’ll find him, Eddie,” mutters Jagger. “He’ll never lay a single hand on you.”
“That’s a promise, siren,” I interject, my eyes traveling to all three men, and we each stare at the other in our private agreement.
Whatever shadow this bastard hides in, we’ll find him and then gut him like a minging fish. No one attempts to kill our woman.
And the thought of what he did to her just brings my anger to a place no man ever wants to be.
I’ll fucking slaughter the bastard for defiling my siren.
His days are numbered.