Chapter 8
CALLUM – BOOKS, NOT JUST FOR READING
It’s been a few years since we’ve been anywhere close to home. I’ve regretted not coming by more often to visit the woman who undoubtedly saved our lives and gave us the future we have today, but we’re always so busy trying to make our dreams a reality.
I know that’s just an excuse, but the reality is worse.
But that doesn’t matter now. We’re here and we’re going to celebrate Mrs. Mary this weekend.
She doesn’t know we’re coming, so we couldn’t stay with her.
Though I don’t know if her house would fit us anymore.
We’re a lot bigger than we were as teenagers.
But Knox did a good job of finding this place.
He described is as a quaint little cottage, but it’s not the word I would use.
It has four bedrooms and three bathrooms, with all the standard rooms plus a game loft on the top floor.
The designer considered every detail of this rental house, including a hot tub on the second-story deck that offers a stunning view of the lake.
There are other houses to the left and right of us, but they are hidden through trees, so we feel nice and secluded, but not alone.
Standing in my bedroom, I look out of the window at the lake. Anything to stop myself from looking at my phone again.
It doesn’t work.
I grab it off the bedside table, willing a text message or a call from one particular person to come through. It’s been several hours since Everlee sent her last text, and I smile again, rereading it.
Everlee: Callum!
A name. One word. But I can still hear her and see her while she typed it. The flush on her skin, the twinkle in her eye, the smile she tried and failed to hide.
My phone rings.
A video chat.
I smile, walking over to shut my door. I don’t know why I’m coveting her all to myself. That’s not what we do. We share.
Pausing with my hand on the door, I decide to leave it open, walking back over to my bed and climbing in.
“Hey handsome,” she says, smiling, her voice light and happy.
“Hey beautiful.”
“Where are you?”
“In a rental. Traveling. Are you in your childhood bedroom?” I notice she’s also in bed, with her back pressed up against a headboard. Excitement bubbles in my stomach as wild thoughts race through my mind, imagining all we can do.
“Not quite. This is my bedroom, but not the one I grew up in. My parents moved several years ago to this house because it’s beside a lake.”
“Oh, a lake house. Fancy.” I gaze out of the window and imagine we’re on the same lake.
“Stop.” She smiles.
“So I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since last night.”
“I’ve heard I have that effect on men.” She laughs, the look in her eyes betraying the fine crack etched in her confidence that comes through every once in a while.
“Yes, you do,” I say in a serious tone.
“What are you wearing?” she asks, a speckling of blush staining her cheeks.
A devilish grin spreads across my face. “I see...” I lift the comforter for show. “Nothing.”
“You lie.”
Without hesitation, I flip the camera around and show my hardening cock, lazily running my hand over it for good measure. She shifts in bed, undoubtedly squeezing her legs together, and the thought ignites a fever on my skin.
“Fuck,” she mumbles out, and I can’t help but smile. I love her dirty little mouth and how she’s so transparent with what she feels and wants.
“What are you wearing?”
“Your t-shirt I stole from you.” She smiles coyly, nibbling on her bottom lip as she continues to watch me stroke my cock.
I’ve never had phone sex before, but excitement is pulsing through me right now at the possibility.
The idea of calling the others in here crosses my mind, but the potential inquiries about our location are something I prefer to avoid.
.. for now. I’m not ashamed that we met in foster care or the stories that got us there.
I just feel it’s a conversation that needs to be handled in person.
“Let me see your panties,” I command softly.
She flips the camera around and throws the comforter off to show me a pair of sky-blue lace panties.
A groan escapes my lips. “Slip your hand down and touch yourself.”
“Callum,” she whispers, and I remember she’s at her parent's house.
I have no idea where her room is in relation to theirs, but suddenly I find myself more aroused and wanting to push her to see how far she’ll go.
“Now. Everlee,” I gently press, and she hesitates for a moment.
I can’t see her face, but I watch her stomach take quick, shallow breaths as she weighs all her options, and then I hear the two magic words.
“Yes, sir.”
The words scrape across her lips in a tantalizing whisper.
A promise, causing my hand to pause on my cock as those two words bounce around in my head and cause a tingle to shoot up my spine.
The way the words roll off her tongue. The way she said it that very first time at the club without knowing better.
I knew it was full of sarcasm, but I turned, eyes on fire.
I wanted to punish her for the way she said it and for the effect it had on me.
And she saw it too. She read me like a fucking open book.
I look down at my cock and see my arousal glistening on the tip, so I slowly rub my thumb over it as I watch her hand slowly slip inside her panties. A second later, her back arches and a moan escapes.
“That’s my good girl.”
She moans out my name, causing a pulse to move straight to my cock. The muscles in my legs seize and my stomach tightens. Her moans are going to be the death of me.
“Jax got to watch you make yourself come, but I’ve not been afforded such a luxury.
Tell me, what do you feel like?” I know she’s uncomfortable with dirty talk because I see the small glimmer of panic every time she’s done it in the past, but I think that’s what turns me on the most. She doesn’t try to be anything else other than what she is.
The way she navigates those awkward feelings is intoxicating.
Her resolve to grow and not back down is intoxicating. She… is just intoxicating.
“Wet,” she says simply.
I stifle a chuckle, glad she can’t see the smile playing on my lips.
Not because it’s silly, but because I find her innocence so damn cute.
I pump my cock harder for her, letting out a low groan.
I want to help her get over her fears. Her insecurities.
I want to give her the confidence she deserves.
“So wet,” she continues, relaxing a little as her fingers continue to move up and down, sliding over her clit.
There she is. My naughty girl coming out of her shell. Each word, each pump of my cock, giving her courage.
“I’m rubbing my finger over my swollen clit, but I wish it was your cock.
I want to feel it inside of me, stretching me.
” She moans out for good measure. “Fuck, Callum. The way it felt inside of me last night… it’s all that has been on my mind.
The way it stretched me.” Her body is writhing over the bed, hips thrusting along with her rubs. Taking what she needs.
An uncontrollable moan escapes this time.
Fuck me. When she goes for it, she fucking goes for it and I love it!
She continues, “Before I take you in my pussy, I’d take you in my mouth. I want to swirl my tongue around the tip before you plunge it inside, making me swallow it deep. I want to feel you hit the back of my throat while you fuck my face. Hands wrapped tightly in my hair as you claim me.”
“Goddamn Everlee, you’re about to make me explode,” I say, gripping my cock tighter, pumping faster.
“I wish you did, all over my chest.”
“Let me see your breasts,” I huff out.
I expect her to flip the camera around, but it’s being jostled around. Seconds later, she’s picking it back up, and her breasts and face appear on the screen.
“There she is. My beautiful Everlee. Did you pack any toys?”
She shakes her head. “I would have, if I were staying longer than a few days or known I was going to end up doing this.”
“That’s okay. I’d rather watch you finger yourself until you come, anyway. Rub your wet fingers over your breasts.”
Her eyes twinkle with mischief. “Yes, sir.”
She dips her fingers off the camera and moments later, she’s swiping them past her stomach and around her breast, squeezing them before she pinches her nipple.
“God, I want to wrap my mouth around you. Every delicious part of you.”
Her camera falls to the bed, and I’m staring at her ceiling and notice her fan rotates slowly, coupled with other noises I can’t quite place.
“What are you doing?” I can’t fight the smile on my face.
She calls from off-camera. “Something. Just be patient.” There’s an excited hesitation in her voice as anticipation nips away at me.
I hear the flutter of fabric and the heavy thunk of something else in the background. A moment later, the camera is moving again and being propped up on something at the end of her bed.
“You said you wanted to watch.” Her head peeks in from the top of the camera, smiling, while her hair dances on the sheets.
“Everlee. What are you doing to me?” My chest tightens.
She climbs onto the bed and lies on her back, with her pussy square in the camera lens, and continues touching herself. A breath escapes my lips as my eyes narrow on the screen, focusing on her delicious-looking pussy. God, how I wish I were with her right now with my mouth on it.
Licking it.
Sucking it.
Listening and responding to the way she writhes and moans in ecstasy. Feeling her soft quivers as she’s about to come.
I continue to pump my cock harder and faster as I watch her fingers expertly circle her clit before dipping inside, pulsing a few times before she brings them back out again.
“I wish I was there so I could eat your pussy. Fuck, it looks delicious.”
Her back arches, continuing to swirl around on her clit, hints of her juices pooling and seeping out of her, asking to be licked.
“Fuck yourself,” I command.
She obeys, pumping two fingers in and out. I can see her biting her bottom lip, undoubtedly trying to prevent her moans from escaping. She seems to match her thrusts with the pumps of my cock, which tells me she’s watching me as much as I’m watching her.
We don’t speak as we both silently chase our orgasms. She pulls her fingers out and furiously rubs her clit and whimpers. “I’m getting close, Callum.”
“Me too.”
I watch her take in a deep breath and hold it. Is she practicing breath play? We haven’t done that with her, but I wonder if that’s something she’d be into. I hold my breath too, urging the orgasm along and to stifle the moan when I come.
“Callum,” she groans out through heady pants. A second later she’s bucking and twisting in the sheets as the orgasm tears through her, followed by a loud crash, a string of curse words, and then the camera tumbles to the ground with a loud thunk.
A rush of pleasure courses through me, causing my muscles to tense and a shiver to run down my back as I release onto my chest.
She scrambles off the bed, and then I hear a knock on her door.
I hold my breath, like they can hear me through the phone, and then slowly release, hovering my finger over the end call button in case a face appears that’s not Everlee’s.
“Who is it?” she asks in a controlled, singsong voice.
“Everything okay?” a man’s voice asks.
“Yep. Yeah. All good,” she sputters too quickly to be casual.
My heart is pounding a hole out of my chest as I listen with bated breath.
I can barely hear the squeak of a door handle as it turns, followed by a large thud and a bang. While I can’t see her, I imagine her leaping across the floor like a baseball player sliding for home as she slams the door shut.
“I’m all good,” she repeats. “Some books fell.”
I hear soft whispers, but can’t make out what he’s saying.
“No. Not that. It happened while I was changing, so I’m half-naked.”
“Gross,” he blurts.
“See you tomorrow morning,” she huffs.
“Mom says to wear a nice dress, and we need to leave here at ten.”
Her brother.
She sighs. “Fine.”
“Be careful with the bookshelves.” His words are laced with innuendo.
“Shut it!” she snaps back.
“Just saying.”
“Good night, Beckett.”
She pads across the floor, and a moment later she swings the camera around to her beautiful face, tinged with pink.
“Should I be jealous?” I tease.
“That was my brother.” She stares at me for a moment, her pupils dilating briefly.
“What are you thinking about?”
“How much I miss you. Missed you. And how stupid I was for leaving to begin with.”
“Are you free Tuesday night?”
She nods.
“Good. Because the boys are eager to see you. They weren’t too happy when Jax and I told them we saw you.”
“You saw me?” she teases, raising her eyebrows.
“Yes. We saw all of your delicious body riding my cock and sucking Jax off.”
Her skin flushes, and she quickly looks across the room like she’s expecting someone to walk in.
My cheeks hurt from smiling so much. “I can’t wait until Tuesday.”
“Me either,” she yawns.
“I’ll let you get some rest. I need to work on a few things before I call it a night.”
“Night, Callum.”
“Night, love.”
After I press the end button, I stare at my phone for a second before I roll out of bed. I’m glad I claimed a bedroom with an attached bathroom, so I don’t have to pad through the halls with come running down my chest.
Tomorrow we’ll see Mrs. Mary and I’ll be here in the moment with her and not think about Everlee. I laugh because I know it’s a lie. She’s always on my mind.
A drug.
An addiction I can’t shake.