Chapter 7
CHAPTER 7
Rafe
The past eight years of my life melt away when Calliope’s lips touch mine.
Gone.
My entire professional hockey career fades.
The women I’ve dated over time...faceless.
The money I’ve made, unimportant.
Fuck, I’d forgotten how good she tastes. Her tongue touches mine, and when an electric surge of longing pulses through me, I realize we are in dangerous territory. Calliope has no clue that I’ve carried an agonizing torch of desire for my first true love all these years. She can’t understand the depth of my feelings, and if I don’t draw away now, this could be disastrous.
She’ll never accept the truth.
I pull away, my eyes immediately taking her in.
I see eyes half-closed, a small smile playing on her mouth, and a tiny exhale of something that I can’t quite put my finger on.
Disappointment?
Regret?
Her eyelids flutter open, and her hazel-green eyes stare at me. Confusion sets in. “What’s wrong?”
Only about a million things.
“I don’t want to take advantage of you,” I reply.
Her chin jerks, and by the expression on her face, I can tell that thought never crossed her mind. Still, I hold her gaze.
Calliope, never one to back down, returns the look just as steadily. Finally, she says, “I know I shouldn’t even be attracted to you after...”
Her words crumble, drift away. And yet, she doesn’t drop her gaze from mine. She inhales a fortifying breath and then lets it out slowly. “I hated you for a very long time. And I’m ashamed of that because I was raised to never hate. But you hurt me so badly, and I went years without knowing what was so wrong with me that?—”
“Nothing was wrong with you,” I exclaim, my hand shooting out to clasp the back of her neck. She finally tries to avert her gaze, attempting to turn her head. I hold tightly, squeezing her neck gently and finally, she gives me her regard again. “I thought I was doing what was best for you.”
Incredulity morphs her features, and her mouth opens in shock. “What was best for me? You crushed me.”
“Christ,” I mutter and frame her face with my hands. “I didn’t think you would follow your dreams if you were following mine.”
“That makes no sense,” she blurts.
“It did to me back then,” I reply bitterly. “You had big plans, Poppy. Nursing school. It was all you ever dreamed of. And yet you and I were so tied up in each other, I thought you’d lose sight of that. Moving away with me to Calgary so suddenly...you wouldn’t have had time to enroll in school, and I just thought that if you got off track with your college plans, you wouldn’t ever get back on. So I made the decision to leave you behind. I thought it was what was best for you, and that had to take precedence over what I wanted.”
I’m stunned when Calliope’s eyes flash with fury, and she knocks my hands away from her face. “You egocentric, sexist pig. How dare you decide what’s best for me? How dare you think that I didn’t have the fortitude to pursue my dreams while helping you follow yours at the same time?”
And, fuck...there it is. The source of my regret all these years. Because while I thought for quite a while that I was doing the right thing, deep down, I knew I never gave her the credit she deserved.
“I’m sorry,” I offer. No truer words have ever been spoken. “I’m so very sorry. I got it wrong. So very fucking wrong.”
“You’re goddamned right you did,” she seethes and scrambles from the back of the Pathfinder. She whirls to face me, hair flying, and eyes spitting sparks of wrathful fury. “You refused to even have a conversation with me about it. I begged you to tell me why you were making the decision, and all you said was that you changed your mind about wanting me to come with you. Do you know how devastating that was?”
“It was devastating to me, too, Poppy,” I tell her.
She points a finger my way, wags it as if she’s chastising a small child. “Oh, no, you don’t. Don’t you dare call me Poppy. You don’t get to do that anymore.”
I hold up my hands for a moment in silent surrender and hop to the ground beside her. She’s magnificent in her rage, never having been more beautiful as she expels all of her anger at me.
But I want to calm this down. We’re actually communicating, and I realize now that this is my chance to try and make things right with and for her. Make her realize that what I did, I did out of love.
I extend a hand to her. “Calliope...”
She takes a quick step back as if touching me would be a vile affront. Her second step back, and her sandaled foot comes right down on the edge of the pond bank. Dewy grass and mud take her hostage, and she starts to tumble backward.
I lurch for her, latching on to her wrist, but she tries to avoid my touch, leaning her entire body back. The momentum of gravity pulls at her hard, and I have to take a step toward her for more balance.
Except my shoe hits the same disastrous combo of weeds and slimy mud, and my balance dissipates. I fall toward her, and no matter how strong I am or how much I’d really, really love to save the girl, it’s all for naught.
We both go crashing down, right into the chilly April waters of Podden’s pond.
Calliope shrieks when she hits the water, and my breath is knocked clean out of me as I feel the iciness next. We both go under. Slimy ribbons of pond scum lap at my face, but I refuse to let go of Calliope. She’s a strong swimmer, as am I, but no way am I letting her go.
We both fully submerge into the shallow water. Broken sticks and what feels like a rotten log hit my legs, and then I’m pulling her up to fresh air.
The water’s not deep enough to be a bother, and we both come up sputtering in a sitting position on the mushy pond floor, water up to our shoulders.
Calliope uses her free hand to push sopping wet hair from her face, dead leaves snagged in and hanging from the ends. I give my head a hard shake and drag my free hand over my face.
We stare agog at each other, both shocked into silence, the argument forgotten.
I watch as a thin rivulet of pond mud slithers from her scalp down her temple, and I’m enchanted by the water droplets suspended from her eyelashes.
She stares at me in complete disbelief.
“You look like a fairy sea princess,” I tell her truthfully.
She blinks, waterdrops fall.
I can’t help it... I start laughing.
Immediately, I snap my mouth shut and bite down hard on my tongue. “I’m sorry.”
Calliope blinks again and then her lips part.
I snicker.
Then snort.
Her beautiful eyes narrow on me, and the next thing I know, she’s sending a wave of nasty pond water right at me. It catches me full in the face, hits the back of my throat, and I choke on it. I deserve it.
When I clear my eyes, Calliope is bent over, laughing hysterically, her shoulder dipping down into the water. The sound of her lilting voice is music to my ears, and I don’t want it to stop.
So what’s a guy to do?
I splash a wall of water back at her. She sputters and looks stunned for only a moment before her palms slap at the pond’s surface, and I’m caught full in the face again.
Then it’s on.
We both go at each other, laughing and splashing. Calliope comes up to her knees. She wobbles in the sucking mud but gets better leverage on me. I’m entirely doused by wave after wave. I hold up my arms, trying to protect myself, and suddenly realize I need to go more on the offensive.
I lurch up, lunge at her, and grab her wrists to stop the inundation. She’s laughing so hard she barely has any strength left to fight against me. Her face is flushed despite the chill, and I can’t fucking help myself.
I crash my mouth down on hers, feel her freeze in shock for a moment, and then gobble down the sultry groan that warbles out of her. It heats me to my bones, and then we’re clawing at each other.
Grabbing, fisting clothing, attacking each other with our mouths. My hands make their way back to her face, intent on holding her still so I can consume everything she has to offer.
The kiss is atomic, off-the-charts hot, and filled with so much emotion I don’t know whether she’s coming at me with hate or something else.
Doesn’t matter.
I’m not stopping.
Then something comes over me...a calm that feels like a steadying hand. I slow myself, make an exploring and leisurely swipe of my tongue against hers, and she melts into my body. An arm around her waist, I pull both of us to a standing position, the water lapping at my lower legs. I haul her into me and kiss her with all the regret I’ve been carrying around in my soul for years—a sincere apology.
Calliope wraps one leg around mine and puts her hands on my shoulders as if she’s trying to climb up my body. I help her along, putting my hands under her ass as I haul her up. Her legs wrap around my waist, and our mouths never break contact.
She shudders in my arms, over and over again, and it’s like a drug. Every part of her vibrates, even her lips against mine, and it’s intoxicating.
I jerk my head back and look at her with a question in my gaze. She stares back at me, eyes hot but teeth now chattering audibly.
“Fuck,” I mutter, turning to the bank of the pond. “You’re freezing.”
“J-j-j-u-s-t a little,” she stutters.
I walk two paces and lower her to the edge of the shore, where she gingerly finds purchase in the grass. She looks down at her feet. “M-m-m-y-y-y s-s-s-and-al.”
Huh?
I look down and note that one of her shoes is missing. I’m spurred into action, pointing at her tailgate. “Get out of those clothes so we can at least wring the water out. I’ll get your shoe.”
Calliope’s fingers start working at the buttons of her shirt, and for a moment, I’m lost. She’s not looking at me, but at the buttons she’s fumbling with, and I wait with my breath stuck in my lungs as the first two pop free.
Her head lifts, and she tilts it in question.
“Fuck,” I mutter and turn away, going back down to my knees in the water so my hands can move along the silt at the bottom. I push through wet leaves, sticks, and God knows what other kind of crud has settled at the bottom. As I move along, finding my Cinderella’s lost shoe seems hopeless, but then I catch hold of the smooth, leather band. I didn’t pay much attention to them before, but when I pull it out of the mud with a squelching sound and plenty of suction, I note regretfully that it’s probably ruined.
I turn to her and hold up the hidden treasure I located for her, only to find her bent over and shimmying out of her wet jeans. A lacy thong and a shapely ass are revealed, curves that I know all too well. My body reacts despite the cold water and my own wet jeans, my cock starting to thicken at the sight of her.
She finally gets them off and is almost naked save for the thong and a matching lace bra. She turns toward me, and I’m not quite sure what my face reveals, but her chattering teeth stop, and she flushes from her cheeks down to the rounded globes of her breasts.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I warn her, taking a step out of the mud toward the bank.
“Like what?” she asks, and…yeah, she’s not cold now. Heat and challenge are clear in her voice.
I don’t bother answering her. It’s rhetorical anyway.
When my foot hits the bank, I drop her sandal to the grass and immediately pull my wet T-shirt over my head.
Because you know...I need to wring it out, too.
Except I drop it to the ground, and it hits with a wet splat.
We stare at each other, each silently demanding something of the other. Are we on the same page? Does she want me the way I want her?
My silent question is answered when her trembling hands move to the center clasp of her bra, and with practiced ease, she flicks it open. The wet lace clings to her skin, so she has to peel it away. Her breasts spring free, nipples pebbled hard. I groan.
“You’re beautiful, Poppy.”
She doesn’t chastise me again for using the nickname that was solely mine to use for her. Instead, with a bold look of determination, her thumbs go to the band on her thong, and she bends forward to inch the lace down her golden thighs.
I think I may have died and gone to heaven as her breasts sway with the motion. She steps out of the thong with such delicate grace that I’m mesmerized. My gaze narrows and focuses on the apex of her thighs. Trim, dark curls wet from the water glisten, and I hope what’s nestled deeper is just as wet.
I move toward her with purpose, one hand going to her neck to hold her in place for my mouth, the other going straight to a plump breast.
Calliope groans and arches her damp body into me. My cock starts to ache with need.
Our kiss turns instantly ravenous, no more hesitant exploring and getting reacquainted. Everything I ever knew about this woman immediately feels like a comforting blanket. I trace the curve of her breast, flicking her nipple with my thumb.
“Rafe,” she moans into my mouth as her hand latches on to my wrist. She pushes my hand down so it glides over her belly and moves right between her thighs.
She is no different than the woman I knew eight years ago. One of the things I loved most about her was that she could be demanding and never hesitated to let me know exactly what she wanted.
My fingers play with the lips of her sex, then find the warm, wet entrance and dip inside. With a feral growl, Calliope bites down hard on my lower lip. Suddenly, my jeans are way too tight.
It’s a good thing she’s feeling greedy because, in mere moments, her hands free my cock. I don’t bother to wonder at her dexterity as she makes short work of my zipper and pushes the wet material down over my hips just enough so she can take my length into her palm. I hiss as she grips me hard and starts to stroke. And because I can give as good as I get, I press two fingers into her pussy and stroke that sweet spot deep inside.
That’s all it takes before she’s climbed back up my body, maneuvering up so high that her arms press down into my shoulders so she can angle herself above me. I spin to the edge of her Pathfinder and set my naked ass on it. Planting my feet hard against the ground, I brace myself as Calliope takes my cock in hand and starts to guide it to her entrance.
The first touch of her heat against the head of my dick is nirvana, and my hips strain upward for more contact. Her knees move to the cargo platform and she balances herself with her hands on my shoulders as she works her way onto my cock. I look down in fascination as I start to disappear into her, my head fuzzy, and my blood pounding in my ears. I glance up, see the look of fierce determination in her eyes, and fall a little bit in love with her again as her tongue peeks out from between her teeth in concentration.
Slowly, she lowers herself onto me, my one-time true heartmate and the sexiest lover I’ve ever had. She grinds all the way down as a tiny huff of exultant air escapes her mouth and blows across my face.
When she bottoms out, her forehead comes to rest against mine, and she holds utterly still for a painful moment.
My cock pulses inside of her, straining for release. I’m dizzy with lust and the need to flip her over and fuck her hard.
But I know one thing.
This is all Calliope right now. She has to set the boundaries of what we are. I need to let her be in control. Even if she were to climb off my lap and proclaim this to be a mistake, I would let her do so without an ounce of regret.
That’s how grateful I am that she trusts me enough to let me back in.
Calliope sucks in a deep lungful of air, and when she lets it out, her mouth is back on mine. Her body starts to move, and she rises and falls on me.
She’s so warm and tight, my nuts feel like they’re going to implode. She fucks me slowly and with a tenderness that crushes my heart, knowing how difficult it must be for her to give that to the man who destroyed her.
My arms band around her tightly, and I kiss her with reverence. Tiny little moans slither out of her, and her movements become hurried...frantic. I want to hold back, let this play out for hours if possible, but I can feel the rush of an orgasm straining to break free. All those years disappear as I remember all the signals that indicate that Calliope is as close as I am.
The panting breaths, the yearning sounds deep in her chest. My hands move to her hips, and I help her in her quest to get to the same place as me. I pick her up, slam her back down so she feels me deeply.
Calliope grunts, bites down hard on her lip, and starts to bounce. My cock swells, my balls drawing inward as I feel that first ripple of pleasure through her pussy. Grabbing onto my shaft and sucking me in deep, I let loose with a hoarse cry of release.
She grinds down on me, hard, her entire body shuddering with her orgasm, her head falling back. I watch her with awe as pleasure ripples across her beautiful face, and her body quakes beneath my hands.
In this moment, I am validated, knowing that I never stopped loving Calliope.
Only now, I know I love her more than I ever did.