CHAPTER 7
COWBOY
It’s been four fucking weeks since I last saw her. Had her. Kissed her. Oh, I’ve spoken to her, but she’s done everything from trying to break up with me to pulling away, and using the fact that Butcher is her bodyguard to keep me away. I’m done.
Making my way across campus, I see Butcher sitting on his bike outside her dorm. Stalking toward him, I’m going to find out why Striker put him on her instead of a prospect. I don’t blame Striker. Hell, I’d put a killer on her too.
“Hey.” Butcher’s voice is so gravelly you’d think he gargled glass.
There’s a story there, but he won’t tell anyone about it.
Just like the many scars on his body. With the tattoos, it gives his name more meaning, but it’s the fact that he truly is a killer that most people don’t know.
Being a contract killer for a deadly organization allows him to have a flexible schedule, but even this is a long time for him to be here.
“Hey yourself. Why are you on Andi? She’s not available.”
“I know that.” He shrugs, and before I can grab him to demand answers, he adds, “You gonna tell Striker she’s yours yet? Or are you still being a wimp?”
I start to reach for him, but his eyebrow lifts in challenge.
“I’m not a wimp. I was waiting for him to not be worried about his boys.”
“He’s been home from the hospital for over a week now.”
“What?”
Andi never said anything about it. I had it on my calendar that it wasn’t happening until this week. That’s why I’m here.
He chuckles low. “She didn’t tell you.”
“What else didn’t she tell me?”
“Guess you better go ask her. I’ll only cover for so long.”
“Got it.”
I head to the entrance and get lucky, slipping into the building behind another student.
The only security measure is the secure door entry.
When the elevator door opens, my long legs carry me down the hall to her door in no time.
I rap my knuckles against it and hear her say, “Just a moment,” right before the door swings open.
“Callum.” Andi’s voice is soft but carries a tinge of worry. She leans out and looks down the hall, making sure no one’s there.
“If you’re worried about Butcher, he said he’d cover for me for a bit.”
“Oh.”
I reach up and grab the doorframe, stopping myself from dragging her against me. I need answers. I need to know why she’s putting space between us. Her eyes follow my movement.
After I left the office today, I stopped by the clubhouse to change out of my nice shirt into a T-shirt, flannel, and my cut. It’s the middle of April now and warming up, but we still get random spring showers.
Andi’s eyes move over my body, hunger in her stare. She licks her lips, then pulls the bottom one between her teeth, and my control snaps.
Gently, I push her back into the room and kick the door closed. Reaching behind me, I flip the deadbolt and the hinged bar lock so the door can’t be opened, even with a key. I don’t want us disturbed.
“I have to go… I’m…” Andi pauses. “We can’t be together anymore.” She tries again, and a dark chuckle erupts from my chest.
“Oh, nymph, you can say that, but we both know it’s not true.” Looking around the room, I make the decision instantly. “On your knees.”
She shifts her thighs, and I watch her nipples pebble behind her shirt. Fuck, she’s still into me as much as I’m into her. That thought reminds me that for weeks now, she’s been taking the placebo pills. She’s going to be ripe for me to take her. Put my baby in her belly.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” I growl, and she slowly lowers to her knees.
She can’t hide her reaction when she licks her lips and looks at my crotch.
“I’ve been thinking of you for weeks and your lips on my cock.” I unfasten my belt and jeans. As I lower my zipper, her breathing quickens. “Baby, are you getting wet just thinking about my cock in your mouth?”
“Yes, Callum. I’ve missed you so much,” she confesses as she looks up at me.
She lowers my jeans, and my knife and wallet chain hit the floor. She pulls my boxers over my cock, then scoots closer and nuzzles my leaking tip. Her finger swirls over me, scooping up some cum. She slides her fingertip into her mouth and moans as she licks it off.
“Open up, nymph. I’ve needed you for weeks.”
She does as I order, and I slide my cock into the moist heat of her mouth. When she moans, I have to start thinking of numbers to keep from blowing. The vibration from her sounds of pleasure and just being here with her has me on edge.
“Hands behind your back.”
Again, she does as I say.
I pull out and pump back into her mouth, my hands on the sides of her head, guiding her. My cock is long, and she’s only getting part of it in her mouth. I continue to pump, giving her a little bit more every so often until she starts to gag.
“Swallow,” I grit out. “Now.” I thrust forward.
She opens her throat as I stuff as much of my cock into her mouth as I can get. I groan at the feel of pure heaven surrounding me. It’s too much. I don’t want to come like this, but my balls pull up, and I’m about ready to blow.
She moans and moves her hands to my ass cheeks. Her nails dig in as her eyes stare up at me, pleading for me to let go. I can’t stop it. She swallows again, and I come hard down her throat. My hands pulling her hair, her eyes watering as she tries to swallow it all down.
She pulls away and licks up the mess around her mouth.
“I’ve never done that before.” She pants.
I’m fucking down with this bullshit. I kick off my boots, step out of my jeans, and rip off my cut and shirts.
Gripping her under the arms, I throw her onto the bed and make quick work of stripping her naked.
I put my mouth on her sweet pussy, working her up until she comes twice.
She uses a pillow to stifle her screams. When I finally climb up her body, my cock is ready again.
“No more playing games. You’re fucking mine, Andi. No more pushing me away.”
I slam home into her. She cries out, and I drop my head to her bed. She’s so fucking tight and perfect. I love how she feels.
I wait until she adjusts to me before moving hard and fast inside her. Both of us are chasing that orgasm as she starts moving, meeting me thrust for thrust. Her hands work all over my body.
“Yes,” I shout when her nails rake down my back, marking me.
“Callum, I’m going to come,” she warns.
I double down, wanting to send her over before I come so deep inside her there’s no doubt she’s mine.
I take her mouth in a searing kiss as she screams. Lifting her leg to open her up more and get a deeper penetration, I feel my cock slip into her cervix before I come.
My arms give out, and I drop to my elbows, caging her into the bed.
“Callum, I missed you.” Her expressive golden eyes look up at me, tears shimmering in them. “But we can’t.” She pauses before continuing. “I can’t focus on anything but my degree right now. You haven’t told Striker yet, and they just got home with the babies. They’re a little family and need time.”
She shifts her gaze to my chest, her hands sliding up and down.
“Baby.” I take her chin and lift it so she looks me in the eyes. “I want you. Only you. I don’t want anyone but you. I’ll talk to Striker. If you want, I’ll call him right now.”
“No.” She grabs for my hand when I move to shift off her.
“I’m not leaving this pussy for a moment longer. I missed it.”
She giggles. The soft, tinkling sound eases something in my chest I didn’t know was tight. But she immediately starts worrying that lip again. I can tell she’s coming up with something.
Leaning down, I cover her mouth with mine. We’re both breathless when I break the kiss, and my cock is hard inside her again. I don’t understand how I can be ready so quickly, but I can’t stop myself from wanting her.
“Every time you doubt us, I’m going to kiss the fuck out of you.”
“There is so much going on right now.”
Moving off her, I stand up and hold out my hand. She takes it, and I help her from the bed. I lead her to the adjoining bathroom, where I start the shower.
“We’ll talk after we get cleaned up.”
Andi
I need to get him out of here, but I missed him so much. I’m supposed to go to dinner with Lennox, but I’m more focused on Callum. My body craved him. I’ve been eating less in the weeks we’ve been apart. I’ve lost some weight too.
“Just a sec. I need to message Lennox.” I walk back to the main room and grab my phone.
Me
Callum showed up. We’re talking.
I fib a little. We’re going to talk, but we’ll also have lots of sex.
Lennox
Of course you are. Haha! I’ll see you at study group tomorrow.
Me
Thanks, bestie.
I add an evil smile emoji.
I return to the bathroom and stop dead in my tracks.
Callum is standing in the shower, adjusting the water.
His sculpted, muscular body is bent slightly, and I take in his profile.
His honey-blond hair is usually trimmed close, but it’s grown longer in the time we’ve been apart, so has the scruff along his jaw.
His muscles flex as he reaches up to adjust the showerhead.
When he finally turns to look at me, I can’t hide the blush from checking him out.
His cock lengthens, and my core flutters.
“Come here, nymph,” he orders.
I walk right to him and take his hand. Is it always going to be like this? All he has to do is give an order, and I obey. I want to obey him. I like the results. I like them a lot. But I also feel cherished. I can’t break it off with him, even though I should.
His long, callused fingers lace with mine, and he pulls me into the shower. His back shields me from the spray as I lean into his chest, wrapping my arms around him.
We take turns washing each other, gliding the soap over our skin. He turns me and slides a finger between my folds. I lean my head back against his chest, losing myself in the emotions and sensations. He rubs tight circles along my clit, making my toes curl.
“Please, Callum,” I beg for more.
He pushes me forward. “Hands on the wall.”
Water splashes down my back as he slides his cock against my butt before pushing into me. I throw my head back, and he grabs a handful of my wet hair, using it to guide himself in and out of me. His thrusts are long and torturous, keeping me on that precipice with every slow drag through my folds.
“Please,” I beg again.
“Take it all, Andrea,” he growls.
I love when he calls me by my full name in that over-enunciated way he does when he’s making love to me. He pulls all the way out and slams back in. His balls hit my pussy, teasing my clit, as I ramp up higher. I’m so close my body starts to tremble.
“Now, baby.”
I explode with stars behind my eyes and everything shattering in my body.
Callum’s grip on my hair and hip keep me from collapsing, then I feel him coming deep inside me. His body locks up, his legs tight and tense, the coarse hair brushing against the smoothness of mine.
“Andrea,” he groans.
Tightening his hold on my hair, he tugs my head back, and his lips land on mine. Our tongues dance, tangling with one another’s, as we come down from our explosive orgasms.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you, baby.”
“Me too. I missed you,” I confess.
“Let’s go for a ride, and we can talk.”
“We can’t.” I start to panic, worried my stalker will not only come after him, but Striker could find out about us too.
“We can, and we will.”
“What about Striker?” I pull away from him and moan when his cock slides out of my body, turning me on again.
“I don’t care. It’s time for him to find out. I’m tired of hiding us.”
“Okay.” I smile, finally happy he’s ready to make us public.