42. If you say so
CHAPTER 42
If you say so
I don’t know what I’m doing with Calum, not anymore. Declaring my love for him was not in the plan. But acting like he doesn’t own my heart has grown impossible. I love that man.
A knock on the door alerts me to Calum’s presence. I push my phone under the pillow and pretend to be asleep. There was enough time to put on clothes, but I stayed in bed. The bed sinks under his weight. His lips touch my forehead. My plans fall apart, and I open my eyes.
“Hey,” Calum whispers. I have been awake for a while, watching him and Mace through my phone. “Miss me? I was checking in with Mace. I fed, bathed him, and sang. He loves it.”
“Yeah? I haven’t been checking in on him as much,” I admit.
Calum has taken over since his arrival. The way he pays attention to Mace always makes my heart sing. It feels like I had so much weight on my shoulders and as soon as we had an agreement, I dumped them at his feet. It’s refreshing and almost strange. I could never just wake up and sit in bed. My first instinct was always to check on Mace, but these days, I can sleep longer knowing my son will be safe. His father will take care and always protect him.
“It’s okay,” he says. He’s in a pair of shorts, and I suddenly wish him naked. I try not to make my needs obvious as he joins me under the cover, but my stomach knots, and I lean towards him. My fingers weave into his hair. “You did it for a full year, babe. It’s my turn now.”
“If you say so.”
“I do say so,” he murmurs. Why did he cover up? I roll to the other side, and the cover slides to my belly. My nipples jut towards Calum as if imploring him to touch them. He licks his lips. His eyes darken, alternating between my face and nipples. He closes in on me. “Cathie.”
“Calum.”
My fingertips touch his face. He won’t make any moves unless I do. Pushing myself up, I claim his lips. He freezes, but a tug on his bottom lip drags him out of his trance. His mouth opens, and my tongue slides inside. I kiss him hard and fast, then slow and gentle. My hands wander on his chest, pinching harshly on the waistband of his shorts until he wrenches it off.
Bending my legs at the knees, I fall back to the bed as we break the kiss. He kisses my nose, slides down to my mouth, before going down to my jaw. Peppering kisses on every inch of my skin, his lips brush the valley between my boobs before he claims my tit. My back arches, and a sound travels out of my lips. I try to reach for him, but he lowers his lips to my belly, kissing down to the top of my vagina. I spread my legs wide open for him. I need him now.
He looks up at me, and I whimper. Smiling, he kisses my sensitive clit, and my arse briefly lifts off the bed. He slides his fingers into my folds, parting them open as his tongue sinks into my pussy. I stomp a foot on the bed, silently begging him not to go slow or easy on me.
It has been over a year, nearly two, since a man touched me down here. He takes a long lick of my pussy and raises his head for me to see the essence decorating his lips. My fingers sink into his scalp. I pull his hair, but it has zero effects on him. His arms band around my thighs, forcing my legs even more open so he can devour me with his tongue and tease me with his teeth.
The beginning of an orgasm starts in the pit of my belly. M arms flail helplessly, and my eyes roll back when he hits the same spot repeatedly. When did he become so good at this? He looks up right before I hit my orgasm and withdraws completely. I bang my fist on the bed.
“Cal.”
His cock lines my entrance. He rubs his length against me the same way we did the first time, because we had no condom, and my orgasm crashes over me. Lust and love darken his gaze. I open my mouth in a plea but fall quiet without a word. He takes the hint and pushes in. His hand lowers to one side of my head, his body stretching over mine as his cock fills me by another extra inch.
“Please, Cal,” I whisper.
His intense gaze lowers to my face. Sweat breaks out on his forehead and drops to my nose. If he had asked me for anything at that moment, I would have given it wholeheartedly. We share one glance as he sinks fully into me. Our bodies find a rhyme immediately. My hips jut forward to meet all his thrusts as he rides me to the start of my second orgasm. The tempo of his thrust changes when he’s almost there and my legs wrap around his waist. We hit our peak together, and he falls over me, resting most of his weight on an elbow.
My chest heaves. I breathe heavily, trying to catch my breath. Calum kisses my temple.
“I love you, superstar,” he whispers.
Still riding the high of my orgasm, I can only giggle. He claims my lips in a soft, slow kiss, and my heart beats faster. This man is my drug and I’m getting addicted. We stay in our mess, with his fingers stroking the side of my face. I nap and wake up to him watching me.
“Hey,” I murmur. I stretch my arms, and he leans in for a kiss. “Was I out for too long?”
“Barely up to thirty minutes,” he replies.
He draws random shapes below my boobs. “Superstar? Can I take Mace to see the boys?”
My breath hitches when he circles a nipple. I suck in my lower lip between my teeth.
“They are here?” I ask. He nods. I wait for him to say more. He doesn’t. “Sure. Have fun.”
Calum rolls on top of me, crushing my lower body with his weight. His tongue darts out to swipe over my nipple. I fist his hair, my fingers seeking the black ink at the back of his head.
He tenses but relaxes almost immediately, propping his jaw on my chest. I ruffle his blonde hair. “You can come with us.” His eyes close, and he shakes his head. “I want you to come.”
“Okay,” I reply. Staring down at him elicits a smile from me. Ebun’s words break through my thoughts. “Do you want to come with me to the therapist? Just for a couple of sessions?”
“Is that okay?” he says. His hand reaches up to cup my cheek. It was Ebun’s idea to invite him. Just a session and we can decide if he also needs it. “I would love to, baby. I’ll come.”
“Mace is a baby, I’m not.”
Blue eyes shine with mirth, crinkling at the corners as his mouth opens in a reply.
“You are my baby, Cathie. Always will be my baby.”
My legs curl around his waist as he lifts me off the bed. I tuck my head in the crook of his shoulder, allowing myself to be babied for the first time in a long time. He sets me down in the shower, where we take turns to wash each other. I steal kisses from him. I can’t seem to get enough of the man. We finish and head to the other room to pick up a sleeping Mace.
Mace’s eyes open, and his lips stretch into the biggest smile when he recognises me. Calum says something, but it’s us two in our bubble. I grab his carrier and tuck him in to free my hands. Calum stops for a kiss, and his son reaches for his beard. The beard makes him look older.
The rest of the morning goes by in a blur. We watch a family friendly movie before going to Caleb’s house. I remember the name, but not so much the man. Calum has only good things to say about him. We pause in front of a thick, black gate that opens automatically for us.
I glance at Calum, and he shrugs. I stare at our surroundings in awe as his car slows to a park. Taking Mace’s hand, I point to a grey Lamborghini. Nothing seems to surprise Calum. I look around. It screams rich. I have money, but I’m not one to splurge on wants, only necessities.
Calum takes my hand when we enter the living room. Couches sit in a U-shape. There’s an empty vodka bottle on the coffee table. Mace points at it, and I place my palm over his eyes. Nope. I follow closely as Calum steps into an empty corridor. There are doors on either side of us, but his steps don’t falter. He stops in front of a door, knocks once, and twists the knob.
“Rise and shine, fuckers,” Calum greets.
I smother a laugh, completely hidden by Calum’s frame. Because of that, I can’t see the fuckers he’s talking to. But I hear scrambling. Thank God Mace is too young to understand.
“You look happy,” someone says.
“He looks stupid,” the other person adds. I struggle to hold my laughter. Mace whines from the carrier strapped to my chest. I caress his scalp to calm him. “Probably got some pussy, that’s why he’s smiling. My man is pussy whipped. Look how happy he is. Pussy rules.”
I blush to my roots, plugging my fingers into Mace’s ears before they corrupt him. Calum clears his throat and steps to the left to reveal us. The duo’s eyes pop open. The one with hazel eyes opens and closes his mouth like a fish outside water. And the other one chuckles.
“Hi,” I say with a wave. “I’m Cathie. Mama Mace. The pussy owner.”
Both of them turn redder. Calum coughs. I offer all of them a smile. “He didn’t tell us you were coming. We are usually more mannered than that,” the one with hazel eyes says. He shoots a glare at Calum, already stumbling towards me. “Hi, I’m Lucas. And that’s Sam.”
Sam has green eyes. Lucas stretches his hand, but before I accept it, he drops it and pulls me in for a side hug. He has a potty mouth. Calum watches our exchange from the bed. He grins to let me know he’s here, but I have a feeling I don’t have to worry about his best friends.
“Is that Mace?” Lucas asks.
Hearing his name, Mace tries to look over his shoulder. He has craned his poor neck so many times since we entered, so I tilt his face back to my chest. He will meet them soon. Lucas pats Mace’s back. Calum might not have told them about our presence, but they are welcoming.
“Sorry to ask, but is Mace’s father giving you any issues?” Lucas asks. I’m not sure what direction this will go. “If he does, let us know, okay? We will kidnap him or something. That way, he won’t be bothering you anymore. No one is coming between you and Cal this time.”
My head falls back with laughter. Mace coos, and I laugh harder. They don’t know Calum is the father. Lucas grins. I have a feeling he was only half-joking, and he will do whatever it takes to protect his friend. The knowledge warms my heart, and I give him another side hug.
“Thanks,” I say. Sam walks over to us. He hasn’t spoken a word. “But have you seen Mace?”
Lucas frowns. “No.” Shooting daggers at his friend, he says, “Cal never showed us a picture.”
“Do you want to see him?” I ask.
I undo the straps of Mace’s carrier, and Lucas reaches for him immediately. It’s comforting to know they wouldn’t have treated me any less, even if the child was not their friend’s.
“It’s fine, thank you. Mace can walk,” I say.
Nodding, Lucas steps back as I set my son on his feet. He squats to Mace’s height, one palm flattening on the floor, and frowns. “He looks like Cal. Wait, why does he look like Cal?”
“Yes, Cal,” I reply, forcing my baby’s daddy eyes on us. He scoffs, not finding my joke as funny as I do. I smooth the front of my dress to appear busy. “Why does he look like you?”
“Wait. Wait a bloody minute,” Lucas murmurs. His curious gaze darts between me and his best friend. “I’m losing my skittles over here, Cal Dissick. Why does Mace look like you?”