Chapter 32 #2
“This is the family I chose. This is the family I’m building. And I’m not going to miss a single second of it. I want the evidence, Silas. I want to be able to look at my phone and know exactly where I belong.”
I stepped to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and burying my face in his shoulder. “Okay,” I whispered into his shirt. “Keep the lock screen. Take the pictures.”
“Good,” he murmured.
He pulled back a fraction, a wicked glint suddenly replacing the solemnity in his eyes. He tapped the screen of his phone, lighting up the sweet morning photo again.
“Besides,” Cal smirked, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “It’s a good decoy. Keeps people from asking to see the Home Screen.”
I frowned, confused. “What’s on the Home Screen?”
Cal didn’t answer. He just unlocked the phone and turned the screen toward me.
My jaw dropped.
It was the photo from last night. I was straddling his lap, facing away from him, bent forward in a deep arch.
The black hoodie was hiked up to the small of my back, the words NO ONE LIKE US stretched clearly across my shoulders.
Below the hem, the red thong cut deep into my skin, framing everything I was offering him.
And right there, resting heavy and possessive on one of my ass cheeks, was Cal’s large hand, claiming me.
“Cal!” I shrieked, snatching the phone from his hand. “You cannot have that as your background! What if you open your phone in public?!”
Cal laughed, snatching the phone back easily. “Nobody sees my unlocked phone but me, and I like looking at it. Reminds me what’s waiting for me when I get back to the hotel.”
“You are insane,” I groaned, covering my face with my hands, though I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. “You are actually insane.”
“Insane about you,” he corrected, dropping the phone back into his pocket with a smug grin.
He leaned in, pecking my burning cheek.
“Now come on,” he said, turning back to his suitcase. “Let’s keep packing before you try to delete my art.”
“It’s not art, it’s porn!” I argued, grabbing my own toiletry bag.
“It’s a masterpiece,” he countered, zipping his luggage shut with a decisive snap.
I rolled my eyes, but I was smiling as I double checked the drawers.
“I texted my sisters last night, by the way,” Cal said casually, tossing his hoodie onto the bed.
“Oh?” I asked, confused. Cal talked to his sisters all the time; I wasn’t quite understanding what the big revelation here was.
“Heather said she could swing by my place sometime and pack a few things to send down here for me, if that’s still alright?” he said, a rare note of shyness coloring his tone.
I stopped what I was doing, placing my hands on his waist and looking into his eyes.
Cal was never shy. In all the years I’d known him, hesitation wasn’t something he expressed often, but seeing it on him when he asked about solidifying his place in my life was one of the cutest things I’d ever seen.
“She can send everything of yours down here if she wants,” I said, leaning in to kiss him, feeling him smile against my lips.
“I thought we agreed on slowly moving down here?” he reminded me, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
I pulled back, rolling my eyes. “Since when have we ever done what we said we would?”
Cal glared at me playfully and nudged me away. “Go finish packing so we can get out of here on time, please.”
“Fine, Dad,” I joked, turning to walk away.
But the second the word left my lips, Cal pulled me by the wrist back to him, then swiftly caught my throat in his other hand.
A shocked gasp escaped my lips as my cheeks flushed.
The entire sequence of motions caught me by surprise, and as embarrassing as it was, my cock dared to stand to attention without fault.
Cal let out a small hum as his eyes glanced over me. The look in those hazel pools built without shame, the lustful dominance daring to bring itself to the forefront.
“Dad?” Cal murmured, his voice dropping an octave, dark and teasing. “Is that what we’re doing now? You want to call me Daddy?”
He squeezed my throat just enough to remind me who was in charge.
“I think Sir fits you much better, and I said dad, not daddy, you perv.” I choked out as Cal pulled my body to his, leaving kisses up the side of my neck, and up to my jaw.
“Oh? So you like the name calling, huh?” Cal teased against my skin. “So what? You want to call me Sir now? Daddy isn’t sexy enough for you?”
My cheeks flushed hotter. Names like that during sex really had never crossed my mind like that.
Cal tended to almost always call me baby, but I just always called him Cal.
Fuck, I couldn’t even remember the last time I called him Callum.
I loved saying his name, especially during sex.
It felt like a claim in a different way, one laced with venom and lust and everything in between that could tether him to me for eternity.
“No, I want to call you Cal,” I said breathlessly as he trailed his hand down my chest and over my abs, his touch lingering across the front of my jeans, making my cock grow harder from the barely there touch.
Cal pulled back to look at me, backing me against the bedroom wall, his hand palming me through my jeans still.
“Why do you just want to call me by my name?” he questioned as he applied more pressure. Then, he used his other hand to undo my belt, making it fall open, then undid the button of my jeans.
A faint moan escaped me as his hand slid inside the waistband of my briefs, taking my throbbing cock into his hand.
“Because—you—you belong to me,” I choked out as I looked into his eyes, knowing mine mirrored the same primal, righteous desire behind his.
Cal smirked at me as he stroked me, in no rush for any kind of an outcome. He reveled in seeing me squirm against his touch.
“I’m all fucking yours, baby,” he assured me as he pressed his forehead against mine, our lips barely touching, his strokes getting quicker.
Instead of stopping like I anticipated, he shoved my pants down, continuing to pump my aching cock with force.
“Cal—we don’t—” I tried to say.
“You don’t get to tell me when I can and can’t take what’s fucking mine,” he said as he slowed his hand, running his thumb across the tip, smearing the precum, then pushing against the slit, making me groan with pleasure.
Before I could even begin to process anything, Cal dropped to his knees in front of me, taking me into his mouth with ease.
He didn’t just take me; he devoured me. He wrapped his tongue around me, swirling and sucking with a heated enthusiasm that made my knees buckle.
Cal loved this, he loved the taste of me, the power he held when I was unraveling above him.
He worked me deep, bobbing his head in a rhythm that threatened to ruin me right there before we even made it to the airport.
He hummed against me, the vibration traveling straight to my core as his hand worked the base, adding friction that sent white hot sparks behind my eyelids.
“Cal… fuck…” I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair, gripping tight.
He pulled back suddenly, leaving me wet and aching in the cool air. He looked up at me, his eyes dark, his lips slick.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
He opened his mouth wide, resting his hands on his thighs, waiting.
“Stroke it,” he ordered. “I want you to look at me while you finish. I want to catch every drop.”
My hand shook as I wrapped it around myself, pumping to the rhythm of my frantic heartbeat, staring down into his hungry, waiting mouth.
It was too much, the visual, the submission, the heat.
I spilled over the edge in seconds, my hips bucking as I came, watching as Cal caught it all, swallowing me down like it was exactly where I belonged.
He stood up, kissing me deeply, tasting like me, sealing the moment—
Ding Dong.
We froze.
The doorbell echoed through the house, shattering the tension instantly. We stared at each other for a split second before we both burst out laughing.
“Shit!” I hissed, scrambling to pull my boxers and jeans up.
“You have… a little something…” I pointed to the corner of his mouth, breathless with laughter.
Cal wiped his face quickly, smirking. “Yeah? Well, you’re the one who put it there.”
I adjusted myself as I stumbled down the hallway, trying to do my pants back up, hide the flush of my face, and the obvious look of raw skin from the friction of Cal’s stubble against my own.
I pulled the door open and was met with Maverick, still in his pajamas.
For the first time in my life, his presence felt fatherly, something I don’t recall ever sensing from the man who gave me life.
And in the mix of that all, I saw myself, and how much I really did look like him now.
Our hair was about the same length currently, not quite to the base of our necks.
My light brown hair wasn’t as light as his, but pretty close; his was adorned with gray strands now, mine was full of natural copper and blonde highlights.
Our eyes seemed to be carbon copies of one another, large, and a vibrant brown that always seemed to be filled with flecks of gold in the sunlight, framed by long, thick black eyelashes.
“Hey, Dad,” I said.
“Can I come in?” Maverick asked.
I stepped to the side, allowing him to walk through the doorway. Cal walked into the space as I shut the door.
“Morning, Sir,” Cal said with a smile.
“You don’t gotta call me Sir, kid. Y’all are in your thirties, you’re officially past the age that’s needed,” Maverick said with a smirk. “Besides, that makes me feel fucking ancient. I’m only twenty years older than Si. Let me have the last bit of youth in me.”
Cal met me at my side, his arm snaking around my waist like he always did. God, I was going to miss him just doing that whenever he wanted.
“Are you two ready?” he asked.