58. Calvin
CALVIN
My heart is in my throat, my entire body trembling as I lean against my bedroom door, keeping it closed.
It’s pathetic. It’s just a small fucking bird. But I can’t help it.
“Have you got it?” I call, squeezing my eyes closed, hating myself for leaving her out there alone with it.
“Not yet,” Sienna shouts back.
“The doors slide all the way open,” I tell her.
“Yep, figured that out already. Just trying to make it fly in the right direction.”
I drop my forehead to the door, wishing I could go out there and help.
“Fuck,” I grunt, pushing myself away from the door.
With my trembling hands curled into fists, I walk into my attached bathroom, kick the door closed behind me, lower the toilet lid, and sit on it.
I squeeze my eyes closed, hating myself and my stupid fear.
I should be the one out there looking after my girl, not hiding in here like a pussy.
Time seems to slow to a stop as I try to convince myself to get up and help. But I can’t do it.
Eventually, though, Sienna’s soft voice floats through the air.
“Yeah?” I call as I hear my bedroom door opening.
I jump to my feet and pull the bathroom door open.
My breath catches at the sight of her standing inside my bedroom.
It’s been a fantasy of mine since I was a teenager.
It’s been with me through numerous bedrooms, and has many, many variations, but we always end up in my bed with my arms wrapped around her.
“Hi,” she says, a smile lighting up her face.
Shame crashes over me.
“I’m sorry, I—”
“You’re scared of birds. I remember,” she says softly, moving closer and ensuring my heart continues to race, only for a very different reason.
She takes another step, and then another, slowly closing the distance.
“You flinched when a bird landed on the car that day I was out with Bea,” she says absently.
I swallow thickly.
“How didn’t I figure it out?”
“Hey, don’t do that,” I say, finally forcing my feet to move and stepping toward her. “You’re not to blame in any of this. It’s all on me.”
“I know, I just…feel stupid for not realizing it was you. For making you think I forgot about that summer…about you.”
The second I’m in touching distance, I cup her cheek, letting the warmth of her skin flood through me before lowering my forehead to hers.
“I didn’t,” she assures me. “I never forgot. I just didn’t think—”
“It’s okay. I know. I didn’t expect it either. But I’m so fucking glad we found each other again.”
“Me too,” she whispers.
“Really?” I ask, my brows drawing together as I stare into her eyes.
“Really.”
Her smile is soft, but it’s what I can see in her eyes that really makes my chest tighten. The honesty.
This is real, and it’s almost as terrifying as that bird.
Something in her hair catches my eye.
“You’ve got a …” I reach out. “A feather.” I laugh, holding it between us.
But Sienna has turned away, her eyes locked onto something else.
“Calvin?” she whispers.
And when I turn to look at what she’s found, my heart stops.
“How long have you had that?” she asks before walking around me and to my nightstand.
“Umm …”
It’s impossible to miss the way her hand trembles as she reaches for the new frame that’s standing there proudly.
I cough, clearing my throat before I can respond. “Since that summer,” I confess roughly.
Ripping her eyes from the framed photo of us as preteens, she looks back at me tearfully.
I swear her eyes nearly bug out of her head. “You’ve had this on your nightstand since that summer?”
“Oh…um…no. I had it in an album. I put it on my nightstand more recently.”
“Calvin,” she sobs.
“It means even if you’re downstairs or with your parents, you’re still the last person I see at night and the first one in the morning. Oh shit,” I hiss when her tears fall. “I didn’t mean to make you cry,” I say, rushing over, taking the frame from her hands and wrapping her in my arms.
“They’re happy tears,” she admits, resting her chin on my chest and staring up into my eyes.
“I—” I swallow down the words that want to bubble up.
She’s not ready.
“I’m sorry,” I say in a rush, realizing that all of this might be too soon. I still don’t know if she’s forgiven me. My chicken parmigiana was good, but I’m not sure it was that good.
Reluctantly, I let my arms drop, but any concern I had of pushing her too hard is forgotten when she fists my shirt and drags me closer again. She stretches up on her toes, her eyes holding mine before she rasps, “Kiss me.”
I’m so shocked that I don’t do anything for a couple of seconds.
But then reality comes crashing back into me, and I remember that I’ve got Sienna Wentworth in my bedroom, demanding that I kiss her.
Who the hell could ever say no to that?
I duck my head as she stretches up taller, and our lips brush in the sweetest of kisses.
“More,” she moans, parting her lips and dragging her tongue across my bottom lip.
Powerless but to comply, I open my mouth and deepen the kiss.
I shudder as her hands slide down my sides before slipping under the fabric of my T-shirt.
“Fuck,” I grunt when her soft hands find bare skin.
Fire licks through my veins, colliding at my cock.
My arms tighten around her, pinning her against me.
“Missed you,” she rasps as she fights to shove my shirt up my body.
“God, I missed you, too, darlin’. So fucking much.”
Releasing her, I reach behind my head and help her out, dragging my shirt off before letting it fall to the floor.
Her hands lift as I stare down at her, watching her chest heave before she gently shoves me, sending me tumbling to the bed.
“Like that, is it?” I taunt as her eyes drop to my chest, my abs, and then finally linger on the tent in my sweats.
She bites down on her bottom lip, and when her eyes make their way back to mine, they’re blazing.
“Sienna?”
Before I know what’s happening, she’s on top of me, my hands are beneath her pajama top, and I’m palming her bare breasts, pinching her nipples between my fingers.
You’re meant to be taking it slow, a little voice screams, but I’m powerless to stop. She’s grinding down on my erection like I have all the answers in the world, and there’s no fucking way I’m going to stop her.
“You’re already wet, aren’t you? I can feel your heat through the fabric.”
“Calvin,” she whimpers as her lips move to my throat, her hands roaming over my chest as I tease her.
“I need to see you. Can I …” I let my words trail off as I tug at her top.
Her eyes meet mine for a beat before she sits up and allows me to peel the fabric up her body.
I hiss the second I get sight of her bare breasts.
“Perfect. So fucking perfect.”
She cries out when I sit up and suck one into my mouth. Her fingers sink into my hair as I switch to the other side, circling the tip of my tongue around where she wants it most.
“Oh, God. Please.”
“What do you want, darlin’?”
“Your mouth.”
“Where,” I ask, kissing around her breast.
“Everywhere. Please. Calvin,” she cries when I finally suck her hardened peak into my mouth. “Yes, yes.” She continues grinding down on me, using me for her pleasure, and I’m fucking here for it.
“That’s it, darlin’. Use me. Show me how you like to get off.”
She whimpers, her back arching, offering herself up as she chases her first release.
“Oh…yeah. That’s—”
“Are you going to come for me, dirty girl?”
“Please. Please.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere until I’ve watched you come at least twice.”
Her eyes widen, although I’m not sure why she’s surprised. She knows I’m never satisfied with one.
“First, you’re going to use me to get off. Grind down on my dick until you’re coming all over it. Then, I’m going to peel these shorts down your legs, sit you over my face, and I’m going to eat you until you’re screaming my name.”
“Calvin,” she whimpers.
“Yeah, I thought you’d like it.”
Latching back onto one nipple, I pinch the other, and with one last roll of her hips, she crashes over the edge, crying out my name as her body convulses.
“So fucking beautiful,” I tell her. “Such a good girl.”
She whimpers as she comes down from her high, her eyelids heavy and her skin flushed.
Sitting up taller, I twist my fist in her hair, tilt her head back, and kiss her as if it’s the last chance I’m ever going to get.
“More?” I ask, kissing down her neck, feeling the wild beating of her heart against my lips.
“I—I don’t know if—”
“You can,” I tell her confidently.
“I’m gonna take your shorts off, okay?”
She nods and then shudders as I slide my hands over her waist, tucking my fingers under the fabric and drawing them over her hips.
“Lift up.”
She does as she’s told, and only seconds later, I have her bare before me.
“Now get up here. I need to taste you.”
I help her move, and then, she’s right there. She holds my headboard as she gazes down her body at me, her eyes alight with desire, her nipples still hard and needy, and her pussy…fuck. Her pussy is wet, her clit swollen and so fucking perfect.
“Look at you,” I tease, tracing her with my pointer finger.
She flinches as I circle her clit, her hips rolling in her attempt to force me where she needs me.
I move back, teasing her entrance. Her muscles contract, her body desperately trying to suck me in.
Lifting my head, I kiss a trail up the soft skin of her thigh, breathing in her sweet scent.
“Gonna need you to sit on my face, darlin’. I can’t reach from here.”
Nerves flicker across her expression, and I get the suspicion she hasn’t done this before.
My chest inflates, knowing that I’m going to be her first.
“Don’t worry, you won’t suffocate me. And even if you do, just know that I went doing the thing that makes me happiest in the world.”