15. CALLUM – MINE
CALLUM – MINE
She’s freaking out. Everlee’s arms cross in front of her face as the egg continues to hurl through the air and smacks her right in the forehead. I can hear the crack from here and the oomph she makes.
Everyone freezes as silence falls on the crowd.
By the time I get over to her, Jax and Beckett are standing in front of her and remnants of the yolk are still on her face, even though Jax has scooped a majority off.
My hand brushes across her back, pulling her attention. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”
She looks up at me with glassy eyes, which causes a twinge in my chest.
“What’s wrong?” I ask as we walk up the hill towards the back of the church.
“I’ve got egg on my face and I didn’t want egg on my face.”
“Then you should have tried to catch the egg or, better yet, move to the side.”
“I froze.”
“Yeah, we all saw.”
“Shut up.” She smiles and smacks my chest.
On instinct, my hand moves up and traps hers against me. Her eyes shoot up to mine and her lips part.
“Everlee,” I scold, knowing exactly what that looks means.
“It’s your fault,” she huffs. “Looking at me like you do. Trapping my hand. You know what that does to me.”
A chuckle escapes as I let her lead through the door into the church. The air still smells of mothballs and wood. When I left a few minutes ago, I opened the doors to help air it out a bit, but I guess someone closed it. The light blue carpet has a nice bundle of leaves in the corner which must have blown in after I left.
“The bathrooms are to the left.”
Everlee slides her hand out of my grip and runs it down my arm to my hand and clasps her fingers between them.
“Everlee.”
Pushing the bathroom door open, she gazes up at me with an innocent expression. “What?”
I push the door open and slide my hand out of hers. “Hurry up.”
“You aren’t coming in with me?”
Taking a deep breath, I smile. “I can’t.”
“Please?” She slowly lifts the bottom of her dress and my cock twitches in my pants.
Just as I take a step forward, a group of young kids and their mom burst through the doors from outside and run down the hall towards us.
“I’ll be waiting out here,” I grunt out, pushing the door wider for the kids and mom to walk through.
Fuck me. That was close.
My back presses against the wall across the hall from the restroom. I wasn’t fully hard, but half-mast for sure.
A minute later, Everlee walks out of the bathroom with a clean face and a slight blush. She pumps her eyebrows at me and grabs my hand without speaking.
Beckett is running up to us as soon as we step out.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He frowns. “Just grabbing my keys. Mom needs me to go to the store to get some ice.”
“We’ll go,” I spit out before he can finish.
“Really?”
“Yes?” Everlee looks confused.
“Yes.” My tone is firm.
“Awesome. Thanks.” Beckett walks away, then stops and looks over his shoulder at me. “You kinky fucker.”
“Beckett!” Everlee whisper shouts.
“Sorry Lord!” Beckett looks up at the sky, holding his hand up in apology.
“Let’s go.” I grab Everlee’s hand and she gives that cute little squeal she does.
My heart hammers in my chest and my stomach clenches. I need to feel my cock inside of her right now.
When we get to the car, there are people either coming or going. Too many.
Damn it!
We climb in and now my cock is pressing against my pants, ready to fuck her, and every time I turn around, there’s someone there. If it wasn’t at a church, I’d say fuck it and press her up against the wall, against the car, against anything and take her. Feel her tight pussy wrapped around me, feel her arousal dripping around me. Taste it on my lips.
This isn’t helping.
My knuckles are white around the steering wheel as we pull onto the road.
I’m so focused on the yellow dotted lines on the road that I don’t notice Everlee unzipping my pants.
“What are you doing?” I ask, when my pants spread open around my cock, giving it space.
“I felt bad for him. Trapped in your pants.” She loosens her seatbelt and twists her body.
“Everlee. What are you doing?”
“Nothing.” Her voice is soft as she leans down and licks the beaded arousal off the tip of my cock.
I feel like I’m about to explode and she’s barely done anything.
Her hand wraps around my base, and she strokes up with a firm grasp like she’s trying to milk me.
“Fuck, Everlee.” My hands grip tighter around the steering wheel as my foot pulls off the accelerator.
“I haven’t done anything yet.” She giggles, then wraps her mouth around my cock and my hips buck off the seat, hungrily pressing deep down her throat as a wave of euphoria washes over me.
That was greedy and I need to show more restraint. I plant my ass firm in the seat and continue driving, counting the trees as I pass. Her mouth feels divine. Hot. Wet.
Her fingers scoop my balls, and she squeezes and the wheel jerks and her arms buckle and she chokes on my cock.
“Callum?”
Unable to take any more, I jerk the wheel again, this time on purpose, and pull off the narrow two-lane road onto a gravel drive.
“Where are we?”
“Fuck if I know.”
Looking in the rearview mirror, I can still see the road, but I don’t know how much longer I can wait.
When I get past another two trees, I slow to a stop. Ahead of us is an enormous field and just to the left in the distance is a white house with chipped paint. There’s a hole in the roof and a chunk missing out of the front corner. I don’t know how it’s still standing. The flap of a butterfly's wing could probably knock it over.
“Looks abandoned.” I unbuckle my seatbelt and tilt the seat back.
“Yay?”
“Shut the fuck up and climb on top of me.”
Her eyes pulse wide with excitement. “Here?”
“Yes here. Now pull up your dress and ride me.”
Her lips pull into a smile as she makes her way over the console and positions her body over my lap.
“There’s not a lot of room. Should we move to the backseat?”
“I don’t want to wait another second. Sit. Down.”
“I’m not a dog.”
A low chuckle escapes my lips as several thoughts and commands filter through my mind. Instead, I gently slide my hand around her waist, tracing the curves of her back, until my fingers find her ponytail, which I grasp and gently tug, tilting her head back. “Sit. Down. Now.”
Her eyes flare again with excitement and her breath pulses. “Yes. Sir.”
Without hesitation, she sinks down and my hand tugs once more, causing her to tumble back into the horn. Its blare scares us, and a field full of birds that go squawking and fluttering into the air.
“Sorry.” Her eyes level on me before they roll into the back of her head.
With each gentle thrust, I maintain a slow and steady pace, grinding my hips into hers. Gentle, not because I want to, but because there’s no goddamn space in this seat. Restraint would have been a wonderful thing to exercise, but I wanted her hot, wet pussy on me. I wanted to feel it wrapped tight around me and now I want to feel her walls quiver just before she comes all over me.
The more I think about her and feel her, my thrust become faster and more erratic. Her back hits the horn with every other thrust, so it sounds like a malfunctioning car alarm going off.
She leans forward and wraps her arms around my neck and rotates her hips, grinding back on me, and I swear she’s going to make me fucking come before her. It’s like this game she plays because she knows our rules. She’s always been a rule breaker, but I don’t like being one. Rules are in place for a reason. She’s sort of fucked up most of mine, but damn it.
This.
One.
Geraniums. Lillies. Oak. Elm. Broken house. Hole in the house. Old-
Fuck me.
My balls are tightening.
“Everlee, you better fucking come right goddamn now,” I seethe and her gaze slowly glides across my face and a wicked smile curves on her lips.
“Why?” Her voice is soft. “Are you about to shoot your hot-” She rubs her hands up my chest. “Come inside of me?” She moans out. “Oh, Callum daddy.” She bounces faster.
If I didn’t love her so much, I’d hate her.
Clamping down on my bottom lip, I close my eyes, trying with everything inside of me to hold it back. I slide my hand between us and find her clit and- she’s drenched. My thumb rubs as she gives a little squeak.
“You won’t win this Everlee.”
“Judging by the teeth marks on your lip, I would venture to say I’m pretty close.”
If it’s a game she wants, it will be a game she gets.
Using my hand that’s wrapped around her ponytail, I open it and guide her head to me, while I still work her clit. Her pulse is throbbing hard and fast in her neck, like it’s calling out to me. Grabbing the top collar of her dress, I slip it off her shoulder and run my tongue across her collarbone and up her neck.
“Cal. No fair.”
“I don’t play fair. I play to win.” With the end of my statement, I clamp down on her neck and suck. I was trying to be discreet, but baby girl wants it rough. She likes it rough. I can’t give her exactly what she wants, but I will mark her. Her hands push against my chest, trembling with a feeble attempt to create distance, but I press my hands firmly on her back, anchoring her in place. My teeth sink into her soft flesh as I suck and lick, lick and suck.
Her arms collapse between us, and her groans turn to moans as her hips rock.
“Callum.” She grinds her hips faster against my finger and onto my cock.
When I pull my lips away, there is a nice red spot on her neck.
Mine.
Gripping her ponytail again, I yank back and fuck her as hard and as fast as I can.
“Come for me, Everlee.”
Please, God, let her come because I can’t hold on any longer. Her walls start to quiver and that’s my sign. My finger moves faster as do her hips as she lets the need for release consume her.
Guiding her head to my mouth, my lips take over hers, and I push my tongue in. Her mouth is hot and needy as she kisses me back. Hungry.
Using the hand that was on her clit, I wrap it around her lower back and press her to me and grind, savoring the sweet feeling of our connection.
Little whimpers vibrate from her throat as the tidal wave of ecstasy consumes her. She clamps around my length and a surge of pleasure pulses through me, culminating in my cock, and bursts out of me.
An involuntary groan escapes as our kiss deepens and slows.
A buzzing in the center console grabs our attention.
Knox.