Chapter 11
Eleven
LEWIS
Her lips were as soft and as familiar as I remembered, and I groaned, needing a deeper taste.
She’d tried to skewer me with her words, tried to stop this thing between us by pricking my pride.
All she’d done was fire my blood. Callie wanted me to take control?
I was very happy to do that, as long as the end result was watching her come around me.
She was kissing me back like that’s all she wanted too.
With no other thought but having her after all these years of fucking pining, I hauled Callie up into my arms. She was curvier and softer in my embrace, and I couldn’t wait to kiss every inch of those curves.
With a moan that vibrated down my throat, Callie wrapped her long legs around my waist and clung to me as we devoured each other’s mouths on the way to the bedroom.
Following her down to the bed, I broke the kiss, but only to shove her dress up to her waist and pull her simple black cotton underwear down her legs.
She panted beneath my body, staring up at me, eyes still a bit glassy with alcohol, skin flushed with desire.
For a moment, her words about having had better sex pierced through my bubble, renewed hurt making me resentful and determined in equal measure.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked, unbuckling the belt on my jeans. “Because we’re not doing this until you tell me yes.”
Callie’s eyes flared with surprise. “Aye,” she whispered breathlessly.
“Hard?” I growled.
Her gaze dipped to where my erection strained against my jeans zipper. “So hard,” she moaned, squirming a little.
Years of pent-up longing obliterated all rational thought.
I yanked my wallet out of my back pocket of my jeans.
There were only two condoms inside, and they had been in there a good long while, but they would do.
I threw my wallet onto the floor and pushed my jeans and boxers down low enough to free me.
Once I rolled on protection, I pinned Callie’s wrists at either side of her head, enjoying her breathy moan of excitement.
It also reminded me she wasn’t lying about the new things she’d discovered about herself while in bed with other men.
I wanted to erase every single one of them.
Without taking a moment, my only focus on being inside her, I guided my cock to her entrance and thrust inside.
Hard.
“Lewis!” Callie gasped, as her wet tight heat hugged my cock.
For a moment, I gritted my teeth, the pleasure so intense I was afraid I’d come and embarrass myself. Opening my eyes, I stared down at Callie, and seeing that pleasure matched on her face was too much.
I was inside Callie. After all these years, she was here with me.
I started to fuck her, like I’d never fucked her. She grasped at my arse, as she tilted her hips frantically to meet my thrusts. Her undulations made me slide in deeper. Shivery heat sparked down my spine and tightened in my groin.
“Fuck,” I huffed. “You feel so amazing, so right. So good, tight, hot, so perfect,” I muttered incoherently as I moved over her.
Her lips parted on her pants of excitement; her thighs pressed to my sides as I drove into her body. I moved to grip her wrists again, pinning them back down on either side of her head as my drives increased in speed and strength. The whole bed shook as I growled Callie’s name over and over.
“Nothing’s better than this, than us,” I panted hard. “Say it.”
Callie moaned, shaking her head.
“Say it, Callie. Say you need this. My cock, me, fucking you.”
I felt her inner muscles ripple around me as surprise flared again in her eyes.
“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this?” I groaned as ecstasy built inside me. “You in my bed, that look on your face as I pump into this sweet pussy.”
“Lewis!” Suddenly she was coming around my cock on a gasp of shock. It felt so amazing, her tight inner muscles squeezing me, that I couldn’t hold back my release any longer.
“Callie!” I tensed between her legs seconds before I came, my cock pulsing inside her. Bliss shuddered through me as I poured myself into her.
It felt never-ending.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d come that hard.
Never.
I’d never come that hard.
My muscles turned to liquid as I slumped over her, pressing my face into her throat as I tried to catch my breath. She smelled so good. Even now, I wanted her all over again. But then I felt Callie tense beneath me. Panic flared.
Not wanting to give her time to run away—to ruin this—I lifted my head, stared deep into her eyes, and saw the confusion and sadness in them.
I wanted to erase all of it. So I kissed her.
Hungry, wanting, devouring her so she didn’t have a chance to overthink.
I broke the connection only to pull my T-shirt over my head and throw it away.
Then her hands were on me as our mouths crashed together again. Soft strokes across my pecs and around my back, fingernails biting into me as our hips began to undulate against each other. I was growing hard inside her.
Shit.
I pulled out, and she gasped with the sensation.
Eyes hot on her, I dealt with the used condom, throwing it into the rubbish bin by my bed, before grabbing the second condom out of my wallet and moving over her body.
“Last one,” I told her as I ripped it open.
“Better make it good. Take your dress off.”
“Only because you asked so nicely.” She smirked, pulling her dress up, revealing every inch of her. Her abs were defined, her thighs lean and strong, which suggested she still did martial arts or at least worked out, but her hips were slightly softer, her waist curving with more definition.
And Callie’s breasts.
Fuck, I’d be dreaming of them for years to come.
Larger than I remembered, and still perfect, with dark pink nipples that made my mouth water. “You are a walking wet dream.” I drew one of her nipples between my lips and sucked.
“Oh!” Callie arched into me, her legs wrapped around my waist as she caressed my back.
I licked and laved and sucked at her until she was crying out in pleasure, then I moved onto the other nipple until it was just as swollen and flushed from my attention.
Trailing my lips down her stomach, taking my time, I touched every inch of her, memorizing her slopes and curves until she was imprinted on my palms.
Looking up at her as I lay with my head between her thighs, memories washed over me. “Do you remember the first time I licked your pussy?”
Her lower belly rippled as her nostrils flared and cheeks flushed.
Callie liked dirty talk.
Also noted.
“I remember,” she whispered.
“I remember how you came on my tongue,” I whispered hoarsely. “How it felt to know I gave you that.”
“Lewis …”
Afraid to let thoughts of her other men intrude, I bowed my head and thrust my tongue into her. Her familiar taste cascaded over me.
“Lewis!” she cried out. Her hands clutched at my head as her thighs tightened around my shoulders.
Satisfaction thrummed through me. Taking her clit between my tongue and teeth, I sucked and licked until Callie’s cries of pleasure filled my bedroom.
And I didn’t stop. Holding her hips tight in my grip, I held her captive while I tormented her clit until it was swollen and she was soaked.
I kept going. I wanted her to remember this for the rest of her life.
A glance at Callie revealed tears rolling down her cheeks as she came for a third time, her hands now limp at either side of her head.
Her breasts heaving and trembling.
Mine. The fierce possessive thought came over me as I watched her shudder through her fourth orgasm of the night.
And before I could think, I was moving over her, tilting her hips, pulling them off the bed so I could plunge into her.
“Lewis!”
“Hold onto the headboard,” I commanded.
She did, and I pulled back only to drive so hard into her the bed shifted beneath us. Her desperate moans and cries spurred me on. I fucked her. I fucked her with such intensity, I hoped I imprinted on her goddamn soul.
The bed slammed against the wall as I powered into her. Her inner muscles were swollen from her climaxes and if she felt sensational before, the experience was on another level now.
“Is this what you need?” I growled.
“Yes! Yes, yes!”
“Take me, mo chridhe.” I bared my teeth, her inner muscles clasping hotly to my cock as I thrust in and out of her wet channel. “Take my cock. It’s yours. Only yours, mo chridhe.”
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Callie cried like she was almost panicked. And then she screamed, her eyes rolling back in her head. And I felt it. I felt how fucking hard she came. Her inner muscles throbbed in fierce clenches around my cock, like a tight hand jerking me into my own climax.
I bellowed her name as my balls drew up and I exploded. My hips juddered in what felt like the longest orgasm anyone had ever experienced.
“Fuck, fuck.” The muscles in my arms trembled as I held myself over her. She still throbbed around me, little aftershocks of pleasure trembling through my whole body. Sweat dampened my skin, my heart pounding so fiercely in my chest and ears, I could barely hear anything over it.
We caught our breath and finally, Callie seemed to return to the reality of the moment. Our gazes held, a sense of awe passing between us.
She was right.
Back when we were kids, the sex had been good, sweet. The sex between two kids who loved each other.
But this … this was something else. Something hungrier and more powerful … and I wanted to do it over and over again. With only her. For the rest of my life.
Callie’s eyelashes fluttered as her whole body seemed to melt into my bed. “Phenomenal,” she murmured sleepily. “I feel like butter on hot toast.”
I smiled as an overwhelming ache filled my chest, threatening to crack it.
There were only a few times when we were younger that we’d had the opportunity in which I could give my girl multiple orgasms before I needed to get her home.
But on those occasions, she’d wanted to fall asleep after, and I’d had to keep her awake until we arrived at her place.
Considering tonight was the best sex we’d ever had, it wasn’t surprising to see her lashes flutter close. Especially after the four whiskies and however many cocktails she’d had at the bar.
Reluctantly, I eased out of her, and her eyes opened briefly as she moaned. The sound unbelievably sent renewed blood rushing to my cock. With a sigh, I got off the bed and watched as she fell back asleep, her chest rising and falling slowly.
After I cleaned up, I returned to pull the duvet beneath her out, knowing that wouldn’t wake her either. She hadn’t changed as much as I’d feared. All the wee things were still the same.
Shoving the duvet in the cupboard to be laundered later, I pulled out a fresh one, and eased it over my unexpected companion. Then I got in beside her and drew Callie into my arms, relishing the way she snuggled against my chest like we’d never been apart.
I kissed her temple. “I’ve missed you so much, mo chridhe.”
Her light breathing was the only answer.
“But I won’t need to miss you anymore,” I promised, determination filling me. Settled and at peace with my plan—more at peace than I’d felt in years—I coasted my hand over Callie’s waist, comforted by her warmth.
Sleep claimed me easier than it had since the last time she belonged me.
The sound of a whining engine and the familiar shouts between the blokes that cleaned mine and my neighbor’s windows woke me.
And even though I’d been sleeping alone for a long time, I remembered Callie should be in my bed. My eyes flew open, and I turned my head on the pillow to find the space beside me empty.
Disappointment and something worse crept in, fully pushing me out of sleep state. I pushed to sitting, rubbing a hand over my beard. “Callie?” I called.
Nothing.
Knowing what I’d inevitably find, but not wanting to discover it, I reluctantly got out of bed and checked the bathroom.
No Callie.
Padding down the hall, naked as the day I was born, I entered the living space.
No Callie.
With a huff of anger and hurt, I turned around and headed back to the bedroom to pull on pajama bottoms, only to return to the living space in search of a note.
There was none.
None in the bedroom either.
Her clothes and purse were gone.
Callie was gone.
Without a word.
Like a one-night stand desperate to be rid of me.
For a moment, I wanted to dwell on the fact that she’d treated me that way. However, if I let my hurt and anger win, then we’d be right back where we started. And I didn’t want that. I wanted to get past this.
Hands shaking, I found my phone in the kitchen. There were a couple of texts from friends and one from Eilidh this morning.
Callie already on her way back to Ardnoch. What did you do?
Irritation made my skin hot, but I didn’t reply to my sister. Instead, I scrolled through my contacts and hit the call button.
After a few rings, he picked up. “Morning, son. You all right?”
The sound of my dad’s voice eased the franticness that threatened to consume me. “No. I need to know something.”
“Okay?” he replied slowly, his concern evident in his voice.
“Does your offer for me to come work with you still stand?”
There was a moment of hesitation, then, “Are you serious?”
“Completely.”
“Then, aye.” Dad’s delight was obvious. “Of course. The job is yours as soon as you’re ready.”
“I’ll need to find a place to stay.”
“Stay with us.” He was so eager, I felt guilty for staying away for so long. “Until you find a place. You can have the annex.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
“Your mum is going to be so happy, Lew.”
“Good. I’m looking forward to being home.” I only had to hope that Callie Ironside would be as happy about the news.