Chapter Lift. Your. Fucking. Hips
Lift. Your. Fucking. Hips
Scarlett
The outside lights are left on when I pull into the driveway. I expect the usual sense of relief when I walk into the house, but I feel nothing. As the door shuts behind me, I lean against it. I sigh and walk upstairs. My body stays tense, unable to relax.
Dad told me that he was going to a friend’s house to watch the hockey game, so he’ll be home late. I didn’t expect to beat him home, but I also needed to escape. That kiss was a mistake.
What is Callum doing to me? I touch my lips where the heat from his mouth still rests.
There’s something about Callum that makes me crave him. He’s so mysterious and the more I talk to him, the more I want to peel back his layers and discover what’s underneath.
I need to focus on school right now. As I get changed and tuck myself into bed, I lick my lips, removing any remnants of him that remain.
Minutes feel like hours. I roll over, trying to get in a comfortable position. There’s no use.
Sigh.
I throw the covers off and sit up at the side of my bed.
12:40 a.m.
That stupid clock.
I stand and make my way downstairs, grabbing my gym bag from the front door. Since I’m already up, I might as well let out some steam.
I grab my gloves and step out to the punching bag in the corner of the garage.
The lights are off, but I know my way around.
I flick on a lamp on Dad’s tool bench. The bright lights are too harsh, so instead, the gloomy low light welcomes me.
I pull my gloves on and hit the bag. With every punch, instead of feeling calm, my anger builds. I control my breath and continue to strike the still bag until my sports bra is covered in sweat.
I lift my glove and wipe the sweat that glistens on my forehead.
Suddenly, I sense that someone is watching me. The uneasy weight forces me to look over my shoulder. I don’t expect to spot those dark sea eyes, creeping in the shadows. He leans against the inside of the door frame.
“What, are you following me now?” I try to catch my breath.
A calculated raspy chuckle escapes his mouth.
“No, Scarlett. You just seem to be noticing now.”
I’m taken back by his statement, but I sense that he’s telling the truth. I wonder if he’s been watching and hiding in the shadows. I don’t know if that should scare or comfort me.
“What do you want, Callum? You’re at my house.” I’m not a toy he can play with. He needs to understand that when he comes into my house uninvited.
“I know where I am, Scarlett.” His arms remain folded across his chest.
“Then what do you want, Callum?” My temper is short. I’m already confused by the kiss from earlier.
He takes a step forward, but his body language doesn’t change.
“Maybe I just wanted to see you again.”
I know that feeling, but I can’t show him.
“You’ve seen me, is that good enough now?” I throw my hands out to the side, fed up with his games.
His expression changes. There’s a shift in his eyes as he takes another step toward me. I don’t move back.
“No, Scarlett, it’s not good enough.”
I try to stay calm, but my chest rises and falls too quickly to control. What does that mean?
I silently stare at him.
“Why are you down here at one in the morning punching an old bag?” He breaks our eye contact and looks at the punching bag.
“I couldn’t sleep.” I don’t mean to tell him, but it just comes out. “You either?” I picture Callum as someone who doesn’t get lots of sleep.
“Something like that. I don’t have people waiting for me at home like you do.”
I know he isn’t trying to make me feel guilty.
“What are your parents like?” For a moment, I doubt that he’ll be honest with me.
He looks to the ground and leans against a car that sits in Dad’s shop.
“My parents?”
He takes a few seconds before he looks back at me.
“My father only knows how to take. Respect, loyalty, love… he demands them like he’s owed something from everyone. My mother… she gave up a long time ago. She sold herself to the highest bidder and called it survival. I was raised on duty and distance, not love.”
I don’t pity him. I hurt for him. He doesn’t hold back. Silence fills the room. I want his parents to feel pain the way that he does every day.
“You deserved better, you still do.” I shake my head with frustration, but I can’t look at him yet. I step toward the bag.
Before he has a chance to respond, I throw a punch–quick and hard. I expect him to leave but he stays in place. He shouldn’t stay.
The air thickens. I can feel him moving closer with his heavy and silent steps. His rough, steady hands stop the bag as he grabs it, mid swing.
My knuckles hit the leather, and I freeze. I can feel him against my back, and every inch of me burns like I’m on fire. I shouldn’t turn around. I’m afraid if I do, I might forget all the reasons why I should stay away from him.
I feel his warm breath against my neck.
“Nobody has ever said that to me before.”
My chest tightens.
“That I deserve better,” he adds, his voice cracks like it costs him everything. Another beat passes. He lets out a controlled breath, almost like a laugh, but he remains serious.
“My whole life, I’ve known that better wasn’t for people like me, Scarlett.”
I can’t hold back any longer. I turn and face him. My gaze is captivated by his parted lips. He moves his hand down the side of my arm and removes it quickly, like he’ll ruin me if he touches me.
I grab his hand. I let my vulnerability match his. “You’re wrong.”
I stare into his eyes and really see him. The boy who no one fought for and the man who fights for everyone.
“You don’t know that, Scarlett,” he says, as if he holds so much darkness within him.
“Then show me,” I respond, soft and daring. I’m no stranger to the darkness.
His hands trace my body up to my face.
“If I touch you, it won’t be gentle.” His lips hover above mine. “Say stop, lie to me, pretend you don’t want this.”
I don’t respond. Instead, I bridge the gap. His lips come down on mine, hard and fast. I feel the pressure behind his hands as he parts my lips with his tongue.
His mouth is hot on mine, and his hands tighten at the base of my neck. He bites my bottom lip—not hard enough that I pull away, but with enough force for my mouth to taste the blood.
His hands work their way down my body and squeeze my ass. He picks me up and gently places me on the hood of the car that sits on the lift in the ground. Then sets me down, like I’m precious cargo.
I moan. His tongue licks the side of my neck.
“I tried to stay away from you Scarlett,” he whispers into my neck.
I know exactly what he means—the tension, the pull.
“Stop trying.” He pulls away and kisses the top of my head.
I need more.
“Please.”
I wrap my legs around him. He comes back for more, devouring my mouth, while his hands trail down to my torso and land on my tits. He squeezes them.
“Fuck.”
I moan and pull him back up to my face. This isn’t a kiss, it’s violent. It feels like I’m fighting for whatever lives deep inside him. I feel him smile against my mouth.
He trails his hot, wet tongue down my chest and pulls my sports bra down, exposing my nipple. He takes it in his mouth.
He grabs a fist full of my hair, forcing my head back.
“Now you’re going to come for me, Scarlett.” He lets go of my bra, leaving me raw and exposed.
“Lift your hips.” He pulls at my shorts.
“Callum I was just boxing–”
“I’m a fucking man, Scarlett,” his tone is stern. “I don’t care what you’ve been doing– Lift. Your. Fucking. Hips.”
I comply and place both hands on the hood of the car to lift my hips. He pulls my shorts down, slowly, like we’ve done it before.
My back slams on the hood of the car as he grabs my hips and thrusts me forward. He doesn’t waste another minute. Callum’s lips meet the wetness between my legs. He licks my swollen clit, sucking the life out of me. It’s never felt like this before. I throw my head back.
“Callum, fuck.” I moan.
He pulls away only for a moment.
“Eyes on me, Scarlett.” I watch as he devours me, like I’m his reason for living.
Warmth builds behind my clit.
“Callum I’m so close.” I wrap my legs behind his head. I want to hold back.
“Callum.”
“Let go Scarlett.” I pant, the pressure building, tighter and tighter, until I can’t hold back any longer.
“Fuck.” My hands pull his hair as I finish on his mouth.
He grabs my face and kisses me, making me taste my own come. I grip his face between my hands and his jaw shifts. I can feel his hard dick against my center.
I reach for his belt, but his hand stops me.
“Not yet Scarlett. When I take you, I want you to know who you belong to.”