CHAPTER FIVE | CAL
CHAPTER FIVE
CAL
I WAKE TO THE SWEET scent of a peach orchard and satin. I open my eyes to Cherrie. To my hand under her top. Splayed across her ribs. Cradling the underside of a perfect tit. My head is on her chest, over the rhythmic patter of her heart and her naked legs are threaded through mine. Her pussy is settled on my thigh. Her arms are possessive around my shoulders, holding me like I’m some god damn teddy bear.
This is how I want to wake up for the rest of my life, I decide. With her. The other two would agree because she has always been our agreement. Our one catch growing up. It’s her or no one for all three of us and we’re all fine with that.
I press her closer, nuzzling my face into her heart.
We all fell in love with her at separate times, but by the time it registered, none of us had any idea what we were supposed to do with the feisty, quiet, little bookworm holding our hearts.
For me, it was the third grade. During recess. She’d been sitting on a bench, cutting out paper Valentine’s Day cards. Her hair that reminded me of wet sand was in two braids that hung over her shoulders. She was so focused, so adamant to get it perfectly on the lines, I found myself holding my own breath. So, when some little fuck ran up and shoved her, making her cut the card in half, I was stalking across the yard before anyone could stop me, ready to defend her honor.
But Cherrie was already on her feet, blue safety scissors clutched in her tiny fist. Without giving the boy a chance to run back to his hysterical friends, she punched him. Right in the mouth. A fantastic follow through with a satisfying result.
It wasn’t love. I was too young to know what that word even meant, but she had somehow locked herself in my sights and I never let go.
She seems so soft. So fragile. When she’s lost in her own thoughts, there’s such a vulnerability to her that all I want is to protect her from every shitty thing in the world, but the fire. Fuck, the fire is all-consuming and addictive. It’s wild and hot. When she fixes on the object of her ire, even I get scared. But then she looks at me in the rearview mirror and smiles like we’re the only two in the whole world and I’m fucking done.
I love her with every piece of my heart and soul and I’m done not having her.
“Hey.”
The quiet hiss from somewhere in the doorway has me tilting my head up and squinting at Tieran.
He glances down at Cherrie before creeping closer. “Generator’s out. I’m going to check it. Milo’s out checking the roads but I think we’re stuck here a few days.” He eyes Cherrie again, running his gaze down all her beautiful, bare skin. He licks his lips and I don’t blame him. “Can you grab more firewood?”
I nod.
He lingers a second longer, a bemused grin in his face. “Can’t believe she’s actually here.”
Me neither but I don’t speak, too worried I might wake her.
Tieran catches sight of something on the floor and reaches to scoop it up. I raise my eyebrow at Cherrie’s panties bunched in his fist.
He meets my gaze with a smirk. “What? She doesn’t need them anymore.”
I roll my eyes and watch him saunter out with Cherrie’s underwear slipping into his pocket.
Now that Tieran mentioned it, the cabin is colder. The fire in the hearth from last night is a smoldering pile of ashes. I peer down at Cherrie and pull the blankets around her, bundling her up before sliding gingerly free and starting towards the back of the house.
We’d moved the firewood to the mudroom during the last snowstorm when it took us nearly three hours to dig a path to the shed out back where they used to be stored. Tieran’s uncle who loaned us the lodge only visited over the summer and didn’t care what we did to the place as long as it was still standing.
The wooden storage I’d built for the logs held enough pieces to last the three of us two weeks. Normally, that’s enough. But with Cherrie there, I need to keep an eye on our supplies. Not that we would let her get cold.
A shuffle has my head turning just as the object of my thoughts pads into the doorway. Rumpled. Warm. Clad in just a long shirt and no fucking panties because Tieran swiped them. Her nipples tent the fabric at her chest and I’m reminded how delicious they taste. How she makes the most helpless little whimpers when I tease them. How her pussy will grind against anything to get relief.
“Hey, I woke up and you—”
I am in front of her before she can finish. My hands are tearing the fabric over her head and I’m grabbing her. Lifting her. Her legs are around my hips. My lips eating the soft moans of my name and the weak pleas to fuck her off her tongue.
I set her on the wooden box. She’s pushing down my sweats. My dick is in her hands and she’s stroking him and it feels so fucking good in her soft palms. So right.
She lifts her knees to her chest, anchoring her heels to the lip of the box. The damp head of my cock is brushed between her lips and lowered...
“Cherrie...”
Our eyes met for only a heartbeat, a heartbeat to search for resistance. Uncertainty. Seeing none, I thrust. I fill her in a fluid plunge. She cries out, but digs her claws into my ass, holding me there and I’m encased in the tightest ... wettest pussy...
“Fuck!”
“Don’t stop.” She’s panting into my mouth. Her hips are thrashing against mine.
I hook an arm around her waist. Plant a hand into the wall above her head and I fuck her. I slam my cock into her cunt like it’s my last right. She sobs and digs her heels into the box for leverage but it’s too short and her head hits the wall when she tries to scoot back.
Fed up, I grab her, cock still wedged deep and march us into the kitchen. I set her on the table and thrust. The table shifts back. My annoyance builds. I close my hands into the sides and drive it back straight into the fucking wall. Wedging it. Sending unimportant shit to the floor in a world of shattering glass but my hands are under Cherrie’s knees, spreading her wide and I’m plowing into her. Her tits are in my mouth. I’m sucking and nibbling and she’s ripping my hair out of my scalp, screaming, “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop. God, Cal! I’m cumming. Oh fuck, I’m cumming!”
I hit her base with enough force to bruise and she’s soaking my cock as she cums. Her body bows off the table and I clutch her close and keep drilling her until my balls tighten.
“IUD! I’m ... don’t pull out. Cum in me,” she wheezes, eyes fixed where our bodies are locked. They flick up just long enough to send me over as she adds, “I want to feel you cum inside me.”
I drench her velvet walls with ropes of cum and she groans like it’s the most magical thing she’s ever felt. Her pussy squeezes me, squeezes every last drop of seed, and I clench my jaw.
“Oh my God, that feels so good...” she whines thickly.
I fist her beautiful hair and pull her to me. I devour her mouth. Our bodies still joined. My cock plugging her up from spilling a single drop.
We’re still kissing, our bodies cooling when she gives a quiet giggle. She flushes a delicate pink when I raise my head.
“Sorry. It’s just, in all the years I’ve fantasized about my first time, I never imagined it would be like that.”
I freeze. “What?”
“Well, I mean, there was one fantasy where—”
“What do you mean your first time?” I cut her off sharply.
The color darkens in her cheeks, but I see the uncertainty in her eyes that cautions me to watch what I say next. Last night taught me just how sensitive Cherrie is, despite her tough exterior.
“I’ve never done this with anyone else,” she explains slowly like I don’t know what first time means.
“Why the fuck didn’t you say something?” I grind out. “I could have hurt you. We could have hurt you,” I add, thinking of the boys the night before. “Christ, Cherrie.”
“I would tell you if you hurt me. I asked for everything you did. I wanted it just like that.”
Torn between a fresh wave of arousal and fury, I kiss her again. Hard. Angry. Taking my frustrations out on her mouth until she’s gasping and I’m hard and she feels it swelling back up inside her.
Her eyes are pleading. Her nails sinking into my ass cheeks, pulling me deeper.
“Again,” she whispers, and I’m fucked.
I’m so fucked.