Chapter 12 #2
I storm out of the kitchen. I overhear Callum telling Bren to use his brains. Bren tries to defend himself, but I’m halfway up the back stairs that lead to my room and can’t make out what he’s saying.
I can’t win. If I’m not around, girls will throw themselves at Callum. He’ll always want them. He’s a guy. Of course he’s going to check her out, but I don’t want to admit that to myself.
Tears form in my eyes. I’m about to cry and that’s the last thing I want to do. I jump in the shower and let the water wash them away.
This sucks. I’m falling in love with a gorgeous rockstar. Situations like that will happen all the time. Wherever he goes, he’ll be faced with temptation. I’ve got to find a way to prevent him from cheating on me.
Once my tears have dried up, I slip into a Linkin Park T-shirt I sleep in and prepare to moisturize my face. I sit at a vanity table in my cream-and-rose-gold-colored decorated en suite with an ache in my heart, and I hate it.
I decide to pluck my eyebrows before I go to bed to distract myself. It’s a sting I can choose, control in a life that’s never been mine.
Callum enters my bathroom with a plate full of food and a glass of water. “I thought you might wanna eat your dinner in your room while we talk. That way Guns won’t be a dick and say shit that means nothing.”
I peek at Callum through the reflection of the mirror. “Thanks, but I’m not hungry anymore.”
He places my food down on the granite counter and watches me as I rip hair from my brows.
A strange look floats across his face. “Doesn’t that hurt?”
“Plucking my eyebrows?”
“Yeah.”
“Yes.” I pull another one out and wince.
“Then why are you doing it?” He leans his butt against the sink, resting on his palms. “Why not just get them waxed and over with in one quick shot?”
“It’s a better kind of pain than the kind I have in my chest, so why not?”
“Lily, don’t listen to Guns.”
“You were thinking about being with that girl before you handed her over to him, so how can I ignore what he said?”
“I wasn’t considering being with her.” Callum strides over to me, turns my chair, and kneels before me. “Did I take a peek at her when she walked away? Yes. That’s it.”
I gaze into his sexy blue eyes. “Promise?”
“Yes. I only want you.” He takes my hands in his. “If you want this to work out between us, then you need to trust me.”
My stomach knots. “But you’re going to be out on the road. How will I know you won’t hook up with some groupie?”
“Because I’m giving you my word. You’re my girlfriend now. Soon enough, the world will know it.” He sends me a warm grin.
I lean down and give him a quick kiss. “You know what that means.”
“What?”
“You’re taking me out on a date. In public.”
“I’m already ahead of you.” His eyes shine my way. “I was gonna ask you if you’re free Friday night.”
A huge smile spreads across my face. “I am.”
“Good. I’ll pick you up at seven.” He stands and holds out his hand.
I slide mine into it and he pulls me up.
He takes me in his arms, runs his palms over my ass, and squeezes. “Another fine outfit.”
“I’m glad you like it.” I lead him to my platform bed that has a cream leather quilted headboard. “You’re sleeping in here tonight.”
He groans. “Fucking hell. You must love torturing me.”
“Get in.” I flip the covers back.
I climb under the dusty rose sheets as he strips down to his boxer briefs and slides in. We’re rolling around in each other’s arms a moment later. I can’t get enough of him.
His hands roam over my breasts and ass while I take his shaft in my hand. The skin is soft, but he’s as hard as a pole.
I get on top and straddle him, grinding against him. Without his jeans on, he’s a lot bigger than I initially thought.
My insides spin. “Callum, I want you…tonight.”
“Fuck, Lily.” He reaches behind my neck and pulls me to his mouth.
Our tongues twist together. My palms rest on his chest, noticing his heart thumping hard. He thrust his hips up, giving me more friction.
I pull away, take off my shirt, and toss it to the side. He stops moving and his eyes drop to my chest.
His hands are on my breast in a flash. I twist my hips over him, which has him pushing into me again. He runs his thumbs over my nipples and shock waves ricochet down between my thighs.
I roll off and onto my back. I hook my thumbs at the hem of my panties to slip them off.
“Don’t.” Callum shoots up. “Keep ’em on.”
“Why? I’m sure Bren has condoms. Just go ask him for one.”
Callum shakes his head. “I told your pops I’d take it slow with you. I won’t break my word.”
My cheeks heat as the air leaves my lungs. “Just how slow do we have to go?”
“I don’t know. Long enough that I don’t feel like I’m a liar.”
I can’t argue with that. I get ready to pout, but an idea comes to mind. “Lie back.”
His brow creases together. “Why?”
“Just do it. I promise we won’t have sex.”
He runs a suspicious eye over me but then rests back. I situate myself, kneeling over him on either side of his thighs. I take his boxer briefs and pull them off. His length springs to his stomach.
My insides clench. I’ve never given head before, so I hesitate for a brief moment.
Just be brave, Livianna. Stop being a little girl and be a woman.
I keep my heated stare on his as I lower and take him in my mouth. Remembering what some of the women on set have told me, I wrap my lips around my teeth and slide down his length. I suck and lick him as I do.
“Fucking hell…your mouth is… Fuuuccckk!” His stomach muscles tighten and he pushes his head into the pillow. “That’s it. Just like that.”
I’d say he’s enjoying this. That only encourages me. I suck harder and go down deeper. I’m doing great until he hits the back of my throat and I heave.
Shit!
I’m going to throw up on him.