Chapter 29 Calder #2
I hold still for just a moment, letting her adjust. Then I start moving. Not gentle. Not slow. I give her exactly what we both need.
My hips snap against hers with each powerful stroke. The bed creaks beneath us. The sounds are obscene, skin slapping against skin, her gasps and moans, my grunts of effort.
“I want to hear you say it.” I thrust harder. My hips snap against hers with each powerful stroke. “Say who you belong to.”
“You.” It comes out as a moan. “Calder.”
“Louder. I want to hear you scream it.”
“Calder!” she cries out as I pound into her.
Her breasts bounce with each thrust. I lower my head and bite at one nipple, then the other. Marking her everywhere I can reach.
“I’m going to…” Her fingers grip my shoulders. “Calder, I can’t…”
“Yes, you can.” I thrust harder, deeper, feeling her body start to tighten. “You’re going to come on my cock. You’re going to scream my name while I fill you up.”
I reach between us and press my thumb hard against her clit. The added stimulation pushes her over. She shatters, her second orgasm even more powerful. Her whole body goes rigid as pleasure crashes through her. She screams my name.
Her pussy clamps down on me, milking my cock. The sensation is too much. I thrust into her twice more, deep and brutal, then let go. I bury myself as deep as I can go and empty myself inside her, marking her from the inside out.
“Mine,” I growl against her throat. “You’re mine, Saint. Every inch of you.”
“Yours,” she gasps, still trembling. “I’m yours.”
We stay locked together for a long moment, both of us gasping for breath. I can feel my cum inside her, hot and thick. Can feel her heart hammering where my chest presses against hers.
When I finally pull out, she whimpers at the loss. I grab a cloth from the bathroom and gently clean her. She flinches at the contact, still sensitive, but doesn’t pull away.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m perfect.” She reaches up to cup my face. Her touch is gentle, loving. “That was perfect.”
I lie down beside her and pull her against my chest. She fits there like she was made for it, her head tucked under my chin, her body curved into mine.
“I should tell you something,” she says quietly.
“What?”
“I love you.” The words are soft but clear.
“I know I shouldn’t. I know it’s crazy and complicated and probably wrong.
But I do. I’ve been falling in love with you since that night at the bar when you tried so hard to push me away.
And every day since then, even when I hated you, even when I was terrified of you, I was still falling. ”
My chest tightens. No one has ever said those words to me. Not my mother, not my brothers, and certainly not my father. Love was never something I thought I’d have or deserve.
“Saint…”
“You don’t have to say it back.” She presses a kiss to my chest, right over my heart. “I just needed you to know. Before tomorrow. Before whatever happens with your father. I needed you to know that this is real for me. That you’re real for me.”
I tip her chin up so I can see her face. Those dark blue eyes look up at me with trust and love.
“I love you too,” I say, and the words feel like breathing for the first time in my life.
“I’ve loved you since you bit me in your father’s house.
Since you fought me in the cabin. Since you refused to break even when everything in your world tried it’s damnedest. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met, and I love you for it. ”
Tears slip down her cheeks, but she’s smiling. “Really?”
“Really.” I kiss her gently, tasting salt. “And tomorrow, when all this is over, when my father can’t touch us anymore, I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving it to you.”
She kisses me back, deeper this time, and I feel her body responding again. My own follows suit, already hardening.
“Again?” she asks with a small smile.
“If you want.” I roll her onto her back. “You said you wanted all of me. I’m giving you all of me.”
“Then take your time.” She spreads her legs wider. “We have all night.”
So I do.
I make love to her slowly this time. Learning every sound she makes, every place that makes her gasp or moan or cry out. I worship her body with my hands and mouth and cock until she’s shaking and begging.
When I finally push inside her again, it’s easier. Her body accepts me without resistance. The tightness is still there, still incredible, but now there’s only pleasure in her expression.
I move with long, slow strokes, watching her face as pleasure builds. Her eyes go dark and unfocused.
“I love the way you feel,” I tell her. “The way you take me. The way your body was made for mine.”
“Calder.” Her hands slide down my back. “Harder. Please.”
I give her what she needs, pounding into her with steady, powerful thrusts. She wraps her legs around my waist, changing the angle, and suddenly I’m hitting something that makes her scream.
“There,” she gasps. “Right there. Don’t stop.”
I don’t stop. I fuck her hard and deep, hitting that spot with every thrust.
“Come for me,” I command.
She comes with my name on her lips, her body clenching around me. I thrust into her twice more, then let go. I empty myself inside her again.
“Mine,” I growl.
“Yours,” she gasps.
We collapse together, sweaty and tangled in the sheets. I pull her close.
“Tomorrow,” she says sleepily. “Tell me again what happens tomorrow.”
I’ve been dreading this conversation. But she deserves the truth.
“Tomorrow, we go to dinner and pretend everything is normal. Once Roman says something the FBI can use, they’ll sweep in and grab him,” I say quietly.
“I think we can trust them. There’s a Porter cousin or some shit who is the agent I’ve been coordinating with.
She knows how close the two of you are.”
It occurs to me I’ve been so brainwashed by Bishop propaganda I should feel guilty about this…serving my father to the wolves. But I don’t because if even a tendril of guilt crawls in my gut, I remember Saint’s silent scream in that barn, and I squash that guilt under my boot.
She’s quiet for a long moment. “You’re risking everything.”
“I’m protecting everything that matters.” I kiss the top of her head. “You. My brothers. A chance at a life that he doesn’t poison.”
“What if something goes wrong?”
“It won’t.”
“But what if it does?” She tilts her head back to look at me. “What if he finds out before then? What if someone gets hurt?”
“Then I’ll handle it.” I stroke her hair. “I’ve been handling him my whole life. This is just one more time.”
“You’re not invincible, Calder.”
“No.” I pull her closer. “But I’m stubborn as hell. And I have something to fight for now. Someone to come back to.”
She kisses me. “Promise me you’ll be careful.”
“I promise.”
We drift off to sleep like that, her body curled against mine. When sleep finally takes me, I let myself hope. For tomorrow. For a future without Roman’s shadow. For a life where she’s not my captive but my choice, and I’m hers.
Whatever comes tomorrow, whatever price I have to pay for betraying my father, it was worth it for this. For her. For us.
I just hope I survive long enough to give her the life she deserves.