Second Sets Omnibus

Twenty Six - River

Every piece of fucking skin attached to my bones pulsates with my heartbeat, burning from the dark bruises dotting my body and face. Flashbacks from my night of terror overwhelm me as I lie awake in the early morning. Bright sunlight beams in from the fucked-up curtains I told Rad to secure the night before.

Clamping my aching eyes shut, I try to block out the horrors following my every step. The phantom feel of Bradley's fists driving into my face over and over again sends my heart pounding against my ribs. Oxygen seems to thin, evading my lungs. Warmth presses into each side of me, like most days and nights now, bringing me back from the brink of my waking nightmare.

Squished between Rad and Callum in my bed, their presence doesn't drive the memories of my attack any further away, but they help to keep me grounded here on earth. I would have sent them home the first night and suffered in silence if it wasn't for their insistence. And I'd rather suffer between their bodies than between my cold sheets. Their presence keeps the monster in my mind at bay, but the memory of my attack will live forever.

Groaning, I try flipping to my other side. A giant hand wraps around my waist, holding me down. Even when he's snoring, Rad's handsy as hell and pulling me into him like I'm his precious possession. Next thing I know, he'll have his tongue down my throat while experiencing some sort of sex dream, and then… A flush of warmth spreads straight to my pussy at the thought. Shit. I need to get laid soon. They've each treated me like a little porcelain doll since I came home, and it's driving me bonkers. I may be broken, but I'm damn horny.

The tip of his nose drags across my neck, murmuring sleepy gibberish. The tone of his deep voice sounds so damn happy and raspy. His hands wander across my stomach, peeling up my sleep shirt and rubbing circles across my belly. Lower. Go lower, I mentally chant, feeling empty when his hand stills and a snore escapes him. From the moment I got home from the hospital, Rad’s been clingier than ever, following my every move and watching me every chance he gets.

“I’ll be okay,” I murmur, grimacing when I lie in my cold sheets for the first time since getting home. A headache forms in the back of my skull, pounding until I squeeze my eyes shut.

“It almost happened again. On my watch, Pretty Girl.” Deep anguish leaks into his low voice, and his eyes fill with tears. “I can’t ever let that happen again,” he mumbles, kissing my cheek and silently promising protection.

With major reluctance, I peel myself away from Rad and climb over Callum, missing their warmth. Silently, I giggle, forcing my hand over my mouth when they scoot together, filling the space. Rad's hand lands on Callum's hip, squeezing until Callum groans, wrinkling his nose. Rad's hand turns circles over Callum's hip until it freezes, and another snore fills the room.

I shake my head, running a hand over my forehead, and wince when the blinding pain hits me again, whitening my vision. It's been a whole week since the attack and five days since they let me out of the hospital. There, they determined my injuries weren't life-threatening, but they wanted to keep me on stronger pain meds through the IV. So, I sat with four vigilant guys, watching my every move.

“Go. Home,” I groan when Kieran lies in the hospital bed next to me. “I'm getting out tomorrow.”

Please let me breathe, you overbearing oaf.

“I'll stay the night, Pretty Girl. Your momma wanted hourly updates!” Rad chirps, sitting on the small couch next to Callum in my assigned hospital room, staring down at their phones. “Besides, Angel Warrior has a mobile app now. We have plenty to do. Die demon!” he hisses, smacking his phone screen with his thumb several times.

“I got 'em,” Callum murmurs, poking his tongue out in concentration. “Onto the pearly gates.”

“Hells yes, die, you dirty demons! We're headed to Heaven's light. Shit, look. Someone else is here, too.” Rad leans in further, squinting his eyes. “Looks like it's just you, me, and this SGW2100. Fighting the good fight. Yessss!” Rad cries out in victory, high-fiving Callum. “And high five to you, too, internet dude.”

I blow out a breath, blocking out their over-joyous celebration. “Didn't you hear what I said?” I groan, snuggling into Kieran more despite my protests of wanting to be left alone.

I need peace and quiet, something I don't get when they're around. But yet, they're a comfort I can't explain. It's a weird twist of fate to want peace, but they're the peace I need.

Leaning into Kieran, I sigh with exhaustion. It's only three p.m., but the urge to close my eyes and sleep the day away settles in. Probably thanks to my pain meds.

“Close your eyes, River Blue. We've got you, baby,” Kieran murmurs, kissing my hair with a sigh. “They've taken Bradley to the station. That asshole isn't getting out any time soon.” Finally, that prick is going to pay for his crimes. Knowing my luck, though, they'll come after me for injuring him. Worth it.

“They kept my knife,” I grumble, closing my eyes and relaxing into him more.

“I'll get it back for you, Little Brat. It seems you need to protect yourself more these days. Always looking for trouble.” I don't bother giving him an appropriate answer. I lift my middle finger in the air, earning a scoffed “rude” remark and then a deep, rumbling chuckle.

Looking at Callum and Rad snuggled together in my bed makes a smile cross my lips. They're so damn cute together, and I can't help but snap a picture for blackmail later. But right now? I need pain meds like my life depends on them. Every step toward the living room jostles my face, and my nerves light up with pain like a damn Christmas tree.

“Hey, Ma,” I murmur, heading to the kitchen for a glass of water.

I need pain meds, food, sex, and sleep, in that order.

“Baby,” she says softly, slowly climbing to her feet with a grunt, grabbing her walker beside her, and balancing herself. Standing straight, she puts weight on her booted foot, only wincing once.

“You're getting around better,” I say with a small smile, gulping water. “But wait. Why're you dressed?” I ask, taking in the loose jeans and white blouse, even her shoe that is slipped on.

She flashes me a beaming smile, slowly sliding forward. “It's a good day. Korrine and I are going out for lunch after she takes me to my doctor's appointment. They're going to see how my ankle is healing, and I think I’m getting a bladder infection,” she says, making her way toward me. “How are you feeling? My poor baby,” she mumbles, running a trembling finger along my jawline. “I can't believe someone did this to you.” She shakes her head. “I always knew Booker's place was dangerous.”

I take a deep breath, ignoring her last comment. As a whole, Central City is rough, but we've always made it. Booker's place is definitely not in the best area, but it's what I've had to do to contribute to our financial situation. If it weren't for me, we would have frozen over many winters and not had the extra cash for food.

“I'm okay. It hurts, but I'll survive,” I say, blowing her off with a shrug, causing her to drop a hand with a frown.

“You're not working, right?” she asks, raising a brow as a knock sounds on the door, followed by Korrine's voice.

“I'm here for ya, Stella. Car is warming up,” she shouts through the door.

“Gimme just a sec!” Ma shouts with a head shake.

I snort into my glass of water, swallowing more and soothing the constant burning in my throat. “No. Booker informed me I'm off for a month until my face heals.”

Internally, I groan at the sedentary life I'll be living. Sure, I'll still have schoolwork and online classes to attend, but I'm sitting still without my work. And that's not me. I've held a job since I was fifteen, and to do nothing is messing me up. Fuck. At least I'll have Whispered Words to keep me company and busy with their schedule coming up. They'll press submit on their application tonight, and then we'll cross our fingers.

“Good,” she says, kissing my cheek. “Those boys still here?” My face heats when a knowing grin plasters on her face. “They're sweet. I like them. But now, I have to go, baby. Be good today, okay?” she mumbles, kissing my cheek.

Opening the door for her, I put my hand on her forearm and help her get over the lip of the door frame.

“Bye! Be good,” I say, waving them off as they head to Korrine's bright red Lincoln and take off down the road.

Blowing out my breath, I head back into the bedroom, stopping short.

“What the hell are you doing?” I ask, wrinkling my nose.

I half expected the idiots to be asleep still, not rifling through my panty drawer.

“Listen, Pretty Girl! I woke up stroking Callum's…”

“Rad,” Callum hisses, shaking his head with red tinting his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose. He quickly covers his face with his hands and groans.

“His leg! His damn leg! But it should have been you, Pretty Girl. Then I felt hair where hair shouldn't have been, and I freaked. I might have smacked him…”

“In my-my dick.” Callum frowns, holding a hand over his boxers. “You punched my dick.”

“But it was a sexy dick punch, right?” Rad beams, looking between the two of our fallen faces. “Right. There's no such thing as a sexy dick punch.” He shrugs, continuing to paw through my damn panty drawer like it's normal.

“What exactly are you doing?” I ask again, earning a wave in my direction. “The fuck?” I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose despite the pain.

Humming a wild tune under his breath, he finally finds a tiny pink thong and holds it up in the air in victory.

“Ah, look! Your panties are Simba, Pretty Girl. Welcome to the winning circle of life! You're going to win me a race.” He bobs his head, shoving the tiny panties into his pocket, and shuts the drawer with a thud.

Standing before me, Rad buttons the top of his distressed jeans and grins more, taking me in with lustful eyes. I groan, shaking my head, too damn tired to deal with his crazy ass. By the gleaming look on his face and his delicious shirtless chest, I know exactly where he's headed.

“You've got a race?” I surmise, stepping up to Callum, who rests on the edge of my bed in his cute Batman boxers. His golden skin glows in the late morning sun beaming through the opened curtains.

“Your-your pills,” he says, opening his hand and revealing two tiny pills. One is for pain, and the other is a preventative antibiotic in case of infection.

“Thank you.” Throwing my head back, I wash the pills with the rest of the cold water and hum as they go down my throat. In thirty minutes or less, the pain will evaporate, and I'll be free for another four hours.

“Yes, Pretty Girl! It's a huge race. Some fools from up north are coming down and entering the race. Can you believe it? Someone thinks they can beat the speedy Rad,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes and thumping his chest. “But I'm the best, baby! No losing for me. And now that I have your pretty girl panties in my pocket, I'm sure going to cross that finish line a thousand dollars richer.” He nods a few times, so damn sure of himself.

“The horror,” I mumble, groaning when I climb back into bed and cover my face with my hands. I don't want to see the sun or the outside for another five days.

Rad huffs and heavy footsteps march toward the bed with intent.

“Pretty Girl, you can't just lie in bed for the next month. You have to get up and do things,” Rad mumbles, kneeling at the side of the bed. “Don't waste away,” he mumbles, kissing my cheek when I sigh. “Come play with me?” he asks with a hopeful expression, giving me his best puppy dog eyes and puffing out his lip.

“Not today,” I whisper, leaning into his fingers as they stroke through my hair and disappointment pulls at his face.

The fact is, I'd rather hide away in my damn apartment than show my broken face to the world. Not until it heals. The moment they showed up and barged into my hospital room, I wanted to hide and not let them see me. Somehow, they've peeled back every layer protecting me, getting right down to my vulnerabilities. They see the real me hiding behind my snark and knife—the real River. A cold sweat covers my skin at the realization, and I blow out a breath.

“I-I know,” Callum says, scooping me into the side of his body, infecting me with his warmth. Snuggling deeper into him, I sigh, basking in his comfort and letting everything else disappear.

“Kieran and Asher will be off house arrest soon,” Rad says with a determined look, clenching his fist.

“Why haven't they ever moved in with you?” I ask, peeking an eye open, feeling something open up in the pit of my stomach.

They both avoid my eyes, staring at the comforter, the floor, and each other's eyes with an intense stare. Shaking their heads in unison, they blow it off. But I know something is up with Asher's dad. I remember him from years ago. The man who marched through the complex in a tight suit, sticking his nose in the air. Once he made it to Gloria's apartment, he'd promptly kick Kieran out, sometimes without shoes. Then, we'd meet on the hill and bask in each other's company.

“Their-their father's the biggest dick around,” Callum mutters, burying his nose in my neck and hiding the guilt crossing his face.

“They'll be out tomorrow. Thank God. One bark from Asher, and you'll be out of bed before he can slap you with his dick.”

I wrinkle my nose. “They're twenty-one… why're they still listening to him? Like they're grounded? That's stupid.” Swallowing hard, I wonder how hard life is for them. If they can't leave, he has some sort of hold on the boys, keeping them there. But how? And why?

Rad's lips turn down, and his face softens. “I know, Pretty Girl. It's hard to understand. Believe me. We've tried to get them to move in and say screw school and go all in for the band…” He shakes his head, running a hand through his unruly mullet. “They just can't, babe. They… he's…”

“He's holding something over them and-and I don't know what he does to them, but I don't think it's good. Not with Nigel Montgomery hanging around,” Callum mumbles with sadness, tinting his tone.

“Does he?” I ask, swallowing my words before they can even leave my tongue.

“They don't say,” Rad says, picking at the comforter and scrunching his face. “But we do what we can. However, we know how,” he mumbles, swallowing thickly.

“Okay,” I whisper, unconvinced of their words. Someone has to be able to get them out if they're in a bad situation.

Clearing his throat, Rad straightens up and takes my hands. “Well, Pretty Girl. You're staying here with Callum today. Make sure you corrupt him a little,” Rad says with a wink, kissing my cheek one last time before jumping to his feet.

“No shirt?” I ask when he pulls his sneakers on and shrugs off my comment.

“No shirt, panties in my pocket. This is all I need for good luck,” Rad says, jumping to his feet. “I'll see you later!”

And with that, Rad marches out the sliding glass door toward the parking lot. A loud rumble sounds as his dirt bike sparks to life and reverberates through the walls, making my brows dip. Did he seriously bring that here and leave it outside? He's lucky the thing is still there.

“Looks like it's just me and you, hot stuff,” I mumble, turning in his arms to look up at his beautiful face.

His gray eyes cloud over with some emotion when his hand brushes back the hair from my face and tucks it behind my ears.

“Looks-looks like it,” he breathes, roaming his eyes down the dark bruises on my cheeks. “How's it feeling now, Little Star?”

The first night after my attack, Callum pulled into himself more, relying on his earbuds to guide him through the trauma. My heart broke for him when he broke down with tears in his eyes, telling me he could barely look at me.

“It's not-not because of your looks,” he sniffles, wiping away the tears on his cheeks. “I just… I can't look at you and see the mess he left-left after hurting you so badly. If I have to remember those bruises for the rest of my life, I'll hunt him down and kill-kill him,” he breathlessly proclaims, growing increasingly agitated by the second.

Gripping his hand tightly, I lean my head on his shoulder, keeping my eyes down. “I know,” I mutter, emotions digging their dirty claws into my throat. “I'm sor-”

“Don't you dare,” he hisses, pushing his fingers through my hair and bringing his face to mine. Stormy gray eyes blaze into mine, and he shakes his head, lightly pressing his lips into mine. “Don't ever be sorry, Little Star. Not now. Not ever.”

As the bruises darkened and then moved into the healing stage, he managed to look at me for more than a split second. I don't blame him for his caution. Callum has to take care of his needs in any way he knows, and I respect that.

Placing my hand on his, I intertwine our fingers together. “So much better now. I think the medicine is finally kicking in,” I hum, finally feeling the relief run through my veins and take away the bits of pain left over. Thank God for pain meds, or I'd have rolled over and died from the pounding taking over my nerves.

“Good,” he whispers, examining me again until his eyes fall to my lips. “Can I kiss you, Little Star? I've been aching to put my lips on yours,” he whispers an inch from my lips.

I nod, sighing into the soft kiss. Whenever his lips touch mine, it's like coming home, and the sun shines through, warming my entire being. Bravely, his tongue brushes along the seam of my lips, begging for entry with a small, desperate moan.

Our tongues twist together in a slow dance, tasting each other and taking our time. Callum molds his body to mine, becoming more frantic when his fingers clasp my hair, forcing my lips harder against his with urgency.

Pain spreads through my face from my injuries, but I don't dare stop him when he's gracefully taking what he wants for the first time in his life. It feels too damn good to stop, and I want this. I want to give Callum the damn world.

A deep groan vibrates through his chest when his trembling fingers clasp around my breast and squeezes tight through my long shirt.

“Do what you want to,” I murmur against his lips when he kisses down my neck, softly avoiding the bruises and wounds.

Sucking my skin between his teeth, he leaves his marks behind, stoking the fire brewing under my skin. My back arches, pressing my breasts into his hand, and I moan when he tweaks my nipple between his fingers. My pussy suddenly flutters, begging for him—all of him.

“Finger me, Callum,” I breathe with desperation, arching my back and begging him to do me in when his hand slowly moves south. “I need you,” I gasp out when he rolls his hardness into me, pushing it right into my aching center.

“I-I—” His breath shudders when I take his wrist and force his fingers on my upper thigh, letting him rest until he's ready to go up to my weeping pussy, begging for his long fingers to plunge in and make me cum.

His warm breaths blow across my hair, picking up speed. His hardness presses through his boxers, poking me in the belly and twitching against me.

“Just like that,” I gasp, guiding his fingers in tiny circles over my aching clit. “Tiny-tiny circles,” I moan, bringing his lips back down to mine with desperation, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and confidently overtaking every inch of me.

“And-and this?” he whispers with uncertainty, furrowing his brows.

“God, yes!” I shout when his fingers tentatively slip inside me.

Callum's gaze spears through me, taking in every facial twitch and moan. Slowly, he glides them in and out, taking his time and savoring every moment.

I nod with encouragement, biting my bottom lip, trying to keep my moans at bay. Silent screams force my mouth wide open, and my back bows when he scissors his fingers, hitting all the right spots inside me. Bright lights blossom behind my eyelids, with my orgasm on the brink of exploding through.

“Fuck yes, Callum,” I cry when stars burst behind my eyes, and my pussy clamps down on his fingers, holding him there. My hips roll with tiny thrusts, begging for more as my orgasm slowly ebbs away, leaving every inch of my flesh tingling with pleasure.

My eyes pop open when Callum shifts beside me. His dilated eyes, thick with lust, meet mine. Heavy pants heave his glistening chest, vibrating with moans when he pulls his fingers out. I cannot look away when he brings them to his mouth and thoroughly licks them clean with a loud, pussy-fluttering groan, satisfied with the taste.

With trepidation and shaking limbs, Callum cradles the back of my head, turning me to my back with such devotion I nearly burst into tears. The moment the weight of his body presses down on me, hazy memories resurface from the brutal attack I endured at the hands of some grabby asshole. Clamping my eyes shut, I take a deep breath as he settles his chest against mine.

“Little Star,” he whispers with urgency, nudging his nose against mine. “Tell me you're okay. I can…” he trails off when my fingers dig into his shoulders, holding him there and not letting him go.

The warmth of his skin grounds me back to the moment, zapping me from the alleyway my mind drifted to. It's bad enough that the monster had restarted the nightmares from when I was fifteen, but now when Callum trusts me the most with intimacy, that bastard is interfering too much.

“I'm fine,” I say, peeling my eyes open, getting lost in the vastness of his irises, staring back at me with concern.

“I don't…”

“I'm fine, Callum. This is the first time we've… And the first time someone has touched me since the attack. I'm just tamping down the bullshit panic rising, okay? But I want this… Whatever we're going to do,” I whisper, running my fingers through his shaggy blond locks.

His breaths pick up, leaning into my touch, and his tense muscles relax. For a solid minute, we lie together—skin to skin, soaking in each other's presence.

“I-I want inside of you,” he whispers with a crack in his voice.

Redness blooms over his cheeks, and his eyes shut tight when he rests his forehead against mine.

“Is that what you want?” I whisper, pressing my lips against his until he nods. “You're ready?” I ask, searching the lust-filled storm brewing in his gray eyes.

“I want to fuck you, Little Star. I want this memory to live with me for the rest of my life. I want to see this… your face when you come… and remember the feel of your pussy wrapped around my dick. It's you, River. I've been waiting for you,” he says with such conviction I can't turn him away.

All the panic I felt before vanishes when I look into his hungry eyes, begging for a taste of me. It's him and me. River and Callum. Our time to show what we mean to each other.

“Then fuck me, Callum,” I practically beg, staring into his eyes and pleading with him to take the ache from between my legs. His entire body shivers, and he closes his eyes. “It's just you and me, Callum,” I whisper with encouragement. “Just us. This is our moment. If you want…”

“You and me, Little Star. I don't know… know how long I'll last,” he whispers, swallowing hard.

“That's okay. We have plenty more opportunities, okay?”

He nods, and a small smile breaks out. Kissing my lips one last time, he pulls back, dragging his fingers down my bare legs. He hooks the edge of my panties and brings them down my legs and over my feet. In stunned awe, he stares at my glistening pussy with rapt attention. Spreading my legs further, he licks his lips like he's hypnotized by the heat blossoming between my legs.

Swallowing hard, I see the nerves roaring through him when he carefully removes his boxers and tosses them aside, leaving him bare to me. And what a beautiful sight it is. His long and thick dick stands at attention, red and purple, with desperation for me. Pre-cum glistens in the sunlight when it twitches and leaks down his reddened tip and twitching length.

“Why don't you lie down?” I ask, patting the spot beside me on the bed.

“O-okay,” he gasps, settling down on the bed.

His fingers fidget in the sheet, twisting it until he's gripping it hard with white knuckles. He blinks rapidly up at me when I step back, lifting my sleep shirt over my head and tossing it aside, standing naked before him at the end of the bed.

Goosebumps erupt, puckering my skin when he gazes at me in wonder, like I'm the most perfect woman in the world, taking every inch of my body. His lips pop open in awe, and his irises disappear beneath the blackness of his dilated eyes. My heart beats double time when I step forward, running my fingers through the blond hairs lining his muscular thighs. Every inch my fingers move up his leg and over his abdomen, he groans softly, arching his back to receive my touch.

Callum may have seen me naked before, but this time is entirely different. I’m all his—all he can focus on. There’s no one else in the room to eat up his time but me. The way his eyes eat me alive as I hover above him has my breath catching in my throat. Anticipation trembles his fingers when he curls them in the sheets, desperate to reach for me but not daring to make a move. Not yet at least.

This moment is for him and only him. Our time together. A special occasion we'll covet for the rest of our lives—him more than me. The trust he's putting in me to give him that memorable first time brings butterflies to my belly. Almost as if it were my first time, too.

Heavy breaths heave his chest, and he nibbles into his bottom lip, locking his gaze on my puckered nipples, begging for his warm mouth.

“You're okay with this, right? You're really ready?” I ask with furrowed brows, climbing onto the bottom of the bed and resting on my knees.

Hesitation slams into me, and I can't help but wonder if I'm the one to do this for him. But all that soon disappears with his following words, knocking me into action.

“River, please,” he begs, moving his shaky fingers up and down his hardened and angry shaft, rubbing his thumb over his weeping slit, spreading around his pre-cum.

Moving up his body slowly, I trail my finger up his thigh, lightly coated in blond hairs, and swirl them around. I smirk when his hips jump, begging for friction, and he groans. Gently, I move his hand away from his twitching cock and place it at his side. Immediately, he twists the sheet again for leverage.

“Please, River,” he pleads as I blow a breath over his length, loving the groaned response he gives me.

Wetness explodes in my pussy as I blow again, and his head turns from side to side.

“How bad do you want it, Callum?” I ask huskily, running the flat part of my tongue up his length and circling his tip.

“Please-please, River!” he cries out, thrusting his fingers into my hair and pulling me up to his mouth until his lips attack mine. He groans when I straddle his lap, grinding myself against his hardening dick. “I need you. I'm ready, Little Star. Please! Please fuck me. I've dreamed-dreamed of this moment for months. Since the moment I saw you… I knew. I want to remember this until the day I die. I'm yours, Little Star,” he breathes his confession against my lips, grunting when I take him in my hands and line him up. “I’m yours,” he breathes again, barely above a whisper, staring deep into my eyes.

“You're good with no condoms?” I ask with hesitation, eyeing him as he nods without hesitation.

“Yes, Little Star. I want you raw. I want to feel the flutters of your pussy when I finally settle inside you. Please, do it now. I'm so desperate—” His entire body locks up, and his fingers dig into my hip when I push him inside, and he gasps. “Oh, fuck,” he moans wide-eyed, staying rigid until I sink down on him, taking him in all the way.

With approval, my pussy rejoices and flutters around him, basking in the thickness of his cock, stretching me.

“How does it feel?” I rasp through a moan when I lift my hips slowly and slam back down onto him, grinding my pelvis against his until he's crying out.

“Like I'm meant to be here. Like I'm finally home,” he moans, and his eyes roll into the back of his head. “You're going to be my most cherished memory, Little Star. This moment… will—ah!” He moans as his entire body locks up, and his dick pulsates inside me repeatedly, spilling himself into me and coating my walls.

“That good, Big Guy?” I murmur breathlessly, resting my chin on his heaving chest. His fingers work through my crazy hair, and his cheeks turn red again.

Closing his eyes, his breaths shudder. “I-I thought… I could hold off-off. I thought-thought I could last. But-but.” I follow the movement of his tongue when it darts out, and he licks his lips. Redness tints his cheeks, and he clamps his eyes shut, huffing an annoyed breath at himself.

“It's okay. We have plenty of time to do that again…”

“And again, and again?” he asks with a slight grin, opening his eyes to take me in again.

“However, many times you want,” I say with a snort, kissing his chest. “Was it good?” I murmur, kissing my way up his flesh and pressing a kiss to the edge of his lips and down his neck, sucking his skin between my teeth.

“More than good. I don't-don't want to move. Stay here,” he whispers, burying his face in my neck and forcing my hips to sink on his hardened cock again, grinding my hips back and forth.

“Again?” I ask with amusement, and he nods, thrusting up with a deep groan.

My lips pop open as the pleasure soars through my veins, and a fire erupts in my belly.

“I want—” Callum's breaths shudder, falling into moans.

“Tell me what you want, Callum. Don't be afraid now,” I murmur, kissing his lips again, growing more frantic until our tongues dance, and he cradles the back of my head.

“I want on top. Turn over?” he hesitantly asks, searching my eyes, and I nod, placing myself flat against him.

“Turn us over, Big Guy,” I murmur, almost giggling when he turns us over clumsily and his elbow rams into my boob. I yelp, laughing when a look of horror crosses his beautiful face. His eyes frantically check me over, looking for spilled blood or instant bruises.

“Sorry-sorry,” he whispers, peppering kisses all over my face and chin and down to my breasts. “I didn't mean to hurt you.”

“It's okay,” I whisper, moving his blond locks from his eyes. “Now, fuck me again, Callum. Fuck me until you can't anymore,” I moan when he thrusts himself into me with a loud groan, knocking the headboard against the wall.

Sorry, Ode. Now's a bad time to be my neighbor, I think when he does it again and again, plowing into me at a rapid pace. I move my legs, wrapping them entirely around his waist until my heels dig into his flexing ass muscles, begging him to go deeper.

“God, you're doing amazing, Callum. Just like that!” I moan, arching my back when a searing fire brews in my lower abdomen, flaring heat through my limbs and down to my curling toes.

“Come,” he grunts with force, demanding me. “Come around my dick, River. Please. I want to feel you flutter around me, Little Star.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, my fingers twist around my clit, and I come with an explosion around Callum's cock, screaming my pleasures for the world to hear.

Callum's body stills again, and his muscles lock up, spilling into me a second time with a loud, drawn-out, satisfied moan. Staying nestled deep inside me, Callum leans down and presses his lips into mine, hovering there.

“I never want to leave,” he admits, kissing my cheek. “Should-should I get a washcloth?” Looking down, he groans when he pulls out, spilling our mess onto the sheets. His eyes lock on the come dripping out of me, and his teeth sink into his bottom lip, mentally absorbing the scene and taking it all in.

I snort. “I don't think it matters now. Let's rest?” I ask when he falls to my side and pulls my naked body into his again.

“Of course, Little Star.” He gently runs his fingers up and down my lower back when I pull my comforter up to our chins, heaving a sigh. “Thank you,” he whispers when my eyes flutter shut. “For making this-this so special.”

“Don't thank me,” I mumble sleepily through a yawn. “You were amazing. But I need to pee,” I grumble, not wanting to move from the cocoon of warmth. Exhaustion sweeps in, threatening to take me under.

“Your wish-wish is my demand,” he says, pulling the blanket back from our naked bodies, scooping me into his arms, and taking us to the bathroom.

Gently, he lowers me to my feet and gets a washrag from the edge of the sink. Without a thought, I do my business and flush.

“Spread,” Callum demands, gesturing to my legs until I spread them out. I shiver when the warm water hits my sore pussy, and he cleans me up before taking me back to bed.

As the clock strikes noon, we snuggle together and fall asleep in each other's arms under the warmth of my comforter and our combined mess beneath us.

“What the hell! I leave for three hours, and you two bump uglies without me? Without. Me?” Rad shouts, jolting my body from a glorious deep sleep.

“Dude,” Callum curses, throwing a pillow in Rad's direction.

“It smells like bu-dussy in here,” he says, waving a hand in front of his nose and taking a deep breath. “You finally corrupted my boy, didn't you? How was it, Cal? Her pussy is the chef's kiss of all pussy.” Rad obnoxiously brings his fingers to his mouth and kisses them.

“Dude,” Callum whines, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Tell me! Tell me!” Rad chants, charging forward until he's at the end of the bed and crawling over our bodies. He grins, lifting the blanket. “You two are naked under here. Oh man, my boy finally lost his V-card!” He whoops, shaking the entire bed. “This is the best day ever!” he proclaims. “We should celebrate.” He grins more, with dirt gleaming between his teeth.

“Celebrate?” I question, rearing back when he leans in and presses his lips into mine.

“We're going to hit submit tonight and finally enter the Battle of the Bands on the damn wire, too. Shit, we only got twelve more hours until it's closed! Also, I won my race, Kieran and Asher are free from jail, and Callum jammed his dick in the best cock socket in town. I'd say today is a damn victory! Besides, my pretty, Pretty Girl. Your face is more beautiful than ever,” he says with a grin, hovering above me.

I blow out a breath at his long-winded answer. “Your point?” I ask, raising a brow. “And seriously? Cock socket? What the hell? It’s a vagina. Say it with me now…” I grumble when he covers my mouth and shakes his head.

“Listen, Pretty Girl… Pack your panties, pills, and nothing else, because we're going to the Ozarks!” he shouts, pulling out a set of keys from his pocket.

“The Ozarks?” Callum asks, raising his brow. “The lake my parents used to drag me to in Missouri?”

“That's the one,” Rad says, wiggling his brows. “Not only did I win the race, but I convinced Reese to give me his vacation house for seven days. Imagine the possibilities! Far from town, in a secluded cabin by the lake. It's prime, pound town territory. Now, let's go!” he shouts, jumping off the bed.

I look over at Callum and smirk when he shrugs. “Looks like we're going to the Ozarks, Little Star,” he says with a grin.

“To the Ozarks, we go,” I murmur, leaning in to kiss his lips.

“All right, clothes on! We've got shit to do. Up! Up!” Rad shouts, pulling back the blanket from our bodies. “Ohhh, on second thought. I've gotta eat dinner first,” he says with a grin, shoving my legs apart and burying his face in my pussy until I'm a moaning mess, writhing beneath his wicked tongue.