Chapter 4 #3
He’d built an entire career on keeping human connections shallow and temporary.
That was how he stayed objective, especially on a mission as personal as this.
He’d never questioned his methods. Not until now.
Brielle had slipped past his defenses in ways he hadn’t planned for, nudging at something uncomfortable and unfamiliar.
He dismissed the thought as quickly as it surfaced. Distraction. Nothing more.
That was his excuse, anyway. The one he stuck with as he parked and rode up the hotel elevator.
The door barely clicked shut before she was on him. One hand flattening against his chest as she shoved him back into the wood. She kissed him hard, then yanked his shirt up over his head
before unzipping the fly of his jeans.
“Well, this is one hell of a greeting,” he kidded, as she trailed her tongue down his belly.
“What took you so long.” she asked. “I was beginning to worry something bad happened.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Just make it up to me.”
He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, enjoying her mouth moving over him. The nice thing about these meetings was she was thorough. Like a therapy that worked out whatever angst they felt that moment. Tonight, he was agitated. Tense. Could be from work, could be from other things…
“Feels like you need this as much as I do tonight.” she said. “Something got you hot and bothered?”
Callum laughed softly, “No more than usual. Seems like you have some frustrations you need to work out yourself. Are you testing my reflexes?”
“No need. I know your capabilities very well.”
She peeled off her clothes in a quick tease, then covered his mouth with hers.
The kiss was deep, hard, and demanding. Callum had gotten pretty good at reading her sexually.
Not that she had kinks really, just needs that depended on the situation.
This was a stressful case they were embroiled in, so it made sense she was working through some aggression.
That was fine, he was feeling a little frustrated himself.
Callum gave her naked body a once over. She smiled, low and wicked and arched her back a little giving him a good look and her breasts.
They were big and hung low and heavy when he held them.
Her nipples were enormous, too, and Callum was convinced the most erogenous zone on her body.
Sometimes she came just from him sucking on them.
“What’s your pleasure tonight?” he teased. “Looks like I’m in for quite a ride.”
“Just what I was thinking.”
She led him to the bed and pushed him down on his back. No formalities which sometimes disappointed Callum. He actually didn’t mind a little foreplay, but she was more of a wham-bammer.
“You know I have reasons to meet with you tonight other than this, right?” she said.
“Oh yeah? Tell me.”
She climbed on top of him, leaning over, brushing her lips over his chest. “After you called last night, I made sure to check in with Diggs and the boys. They’re looking into any correspondence between Brielle and Frank we might have missed.”
“That’s smart.”
She took his hands, directing one to each breast. “Big Frank doesn’t trust you, you know.”
“Frank doesn’t trust anyone.”
“He thinks you’re too convenient. At least that’s what he said to me.”
“And you get around, don’t ya?” He pulled her down to him, taking a nipple into his mouth. Just as he predicted she cried out, her hips jerking, dragging her wet center over his hard cock. “Won’t take much for you tonight, will it?” he teased.
“I think Frank’s launching his own side investigation into you, actually,” she panted.
“Is this your way of warning me?”
She reached beside her for a condom she had ready on the nightstand.
“Would you prefer some other way?”
“There’s a part of me that thinks Frank is fully aware of this federal investigation and he’s just toying with us,” she said, her words coming out in clusters between breaths. “He’s like that, you know. Loves torment for sport.”
“Yeah,” Callum agreed. “And it’s funny how old-school he is. Cloak and dagger. No passwords to crack, no dark web garbage.”
“Sometimes that makes things harder.”
Callum’s hands wrapped around her hips, grinding against her at the exact angle he knew was best to get her off.
“He wants you to meet him this weekend,” she said.
“I know. He called me.” Callum watched her ride him.
Eyes closed, moving herself however she needed to.
She loved it on top. Swore it was the only position she could come in and he was the only man that had made her.
Another nice thing about this arrangement.
With her, he didn’t have to do much at all.
Literally lay back, watch those huge tits of hers swing all about and then fuck the shit out of her when she was done.
“Don’t stop, Callum. I’m almost there,” she moaned, throwing her head back, strands of her dark hair sticking to the lips of her open mouth.
“I can tell.” Callum thrust a little harder and faster. “Do you think he wants me to come out for a specific reason? Like could it be some sort of trap?”
“Could be, or maybe he’s just keeping you sharp,” she moaned again, sagging forward in that way she did when she worried she wouldn’t get off. “Frank thinks you forget things. That you miss details.”
“Oh yeah?” He reached between them to where they were joined, giving her the extra touch she always needed. “And what about you? Do you think I miss details?”
Her answer was her orgasm. Loud and long.
He held her up, letting her ride out the last pulses of it before flipping her underneath him and finishing with similar flair.
They were breathless and spent as the conversation dissolved into fragmented thoughts and sharp inhales.
They lay side by side a moment before she rolled toward him.
“You’re different tonight,” she said.
Callum stared up at the ceiling, jaw tight. “I’m just preoccupied,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
She was quiet for a moment, her fingers tracing idly along the scars on his ribs. She did that sometimes, like she was attempting to stake a claim. Discreetly, he moved her finger off, but not enough so that he didn’t see a flash of hurt in her dark eyes.
“You don’t have to hold back with me, Callum,” she murmured. “You know that, right?”
Callum exhaled through his nose, slow and controlled. The room suddenly felt claustrophobic and full of the quiet understanding that this was a weirdly defined friendship. He didn’t want more and she wouldn’t ask for it. Not usually, anyway.
“I should go,” he said.
She shifted beside him giving him the space to slip out of the bed. “You don’t have to, you know. It’s not like keeping company once in a while is a bad thing.”
That was true. It wasn’t. But she wasn’t the company he wanted, and tonight wasn’t the night. He pulled on his pants and shirt. “I’m sorry, but I need to go. I can’t lose focus. Not now.”
That sad thoughtful look of hers clouded her dark eyes. He could see she still wanted a conversation he had no intention of having. But like the amazing partner she was, she let him off the hook. “Fine. Go home and recharge. Got to be ready for drinks with Frank this weekend.”
“It’s a date,” he said, dropping a kiss on her forehead before heading out the door into the night.