15. Stella
Chapter Fifteen
STELLA
Gemini
A new adventure awaits. Embrace it with open arms and see where life takes you.
On the flash drive, Marco had found a series of numbers that when written out gave coordinates to a blurred-out location on the map.
Why a huge area in the middle of the desert needed to be hidden from the public was a question I was willing to find out the answer to.
And I was betting it was for one reason only—to hide the compound from prying eyes.
The possibility of getting Andi back meant I would have to go there.
And if Callahan was to be believed, the Underwoods were watching my every move thanks to my unfortunate association with his lying ass.
Though, what he said about why he did it made sense, I was still pissed as hell about it.
The only reason I was even considering letting him help me was because I thought his inside information and connections could be useful.
But if he so much as blinked the wrong way at me, I wouldn’t hesitate to end him.
We agreed to leave in the middle of the night, together in an unmarked car.
I’d loaded up on supplies from Janus, and thankfully they didn’t ask any questions as to why I needed so many weapons.
Marcus promised to keep shuffling through the flash drive, in case there was anything else on there that we could use.
So far, he’d found a few passwords that might come in handy.
I’d written them down on a piece of paper that I folded and kept in my pants pocket just in case.
“You ready?” Callahan asked, looking way too fucking sexy in his leather jacket and tight jeans. I should have stabbed him when I had the chance.
“Yep,” I said curtly. We might have come to a truce, but I was going to be sassy about it for as long as I felt like it.
We got in the sleek black car, and peeled away, leaving the city in the review mirror. I was sitting in the front passenger seat, fiddling with the radio, when I noticed something skittering next to my elbow.
“You brought your tarantula?” I shrieked seeing the travel sized cage he set between us in the center console.
“She has a name, and yes. I brought, Stevie. I didn’t know how long we would be gone for.”
“But we’re going to the desert. What are you going to do with her? Leave her in the car? It’ll get too hot in here.”
“I brought a fan. And tarantulas are from the desert. She’ll be fine.” But then he frowned. “I think.”
“You think?” I growled. This man.
“Stella, I don’t think your Daddy knows what he’s doing.”
He glared at me and flexed his knuckles around the wheel. “Don’t call me that.”
“What? Daddy?”
His jaw flexed and I grinned. I could have left it alone, but poking at him was too much fun.
“Is Daddy angry at me?” I pushed, dripping my words in a sultry tone.
“Fuck.”
“Is Daddy getting hard?”
He glared at me again, and when I looked down at his jeans, there was the tell-tale sign that he was turned the fuck on. “Whoops. Sorry, Daddy.”
There was a slight twitch in his jaw. “When I get you to trust me again, and I will, I’m going to spank your ass raw while I make you come.”
His threat sounded like a good time, but I didn’t want to admit that to him. I was still mad. Instead, I was happy to let him sit there and suffer.
“You just worry about getting us to our destination, while I pick the playlist.”
Hours passed. We stopped a few times to fill up for gas and then the sun rose behind us.
It would take a few days to cross the country, so I’d cleared my schedule with Aunt Dee Dee, who told me to have fun on my vacation.
She sounded relieved I was taking some time for myself.
I couldn’t bring myself to tell her the truth of what I was doing and where I was going. She’d have an aneurism.
“Don’t forget to take your meds and send me pictures,” she said.
“Okay, love you,” I said before hanging up.
We spent most of the day in tense silence. Me filling it with obscure songs from all eras while we took turns driving. He seemed to perk up though when I got to the seventies and played a few Fleetwood Mac songs.
“I don’t think I can be in this car for much longer,” I said, needing to lay down.
“There’s a motel up ahead. Should I pull off?”
“Yeah, I need a bed. Sleeping at this weird angle isn’t doing it for me.”
The motel manager informed us that they only had one room available, because of course they fucking did.
But it did come with two queen beds, so there was that.
The room we got smelled faintly of cigarettes and was decorated in an array of bright orange colors with a shag green carpet.
And while the style was not to my taste, it was bed bug free.
I checked while Callahan took a long as fuck shower.
If he used up all the hot water before me, I was going to be pissed.
But right now, I admittedly felt too tired to take a shower.
We were on track to arrive at the compound the day after tomorrow, and a nervous fluttering skated around my limbs.
I was that much closer to possibly finding Andi, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up too high, despite Callahan’s intel assuring me she was there.
I’d believe it when I saw her for myself.
When Callahan stepped out from the shower wearing only a towel that showed off his toned abs and those two prominent cuts on his hip bones, I felt my mouth drop open.
Fuck. I watched as water slid down his pecs and over his muscles.
A cloud of steam followed him into the room as he walked past me, smelling that same woodsy scent that had driven me to insanity back when I was still thinking we could be something.
“You’re staring,” he said, not turning to look at me.
“Am not,” I argued, averting my eyes, even though I most definitely had been staring. Was it my fault that my body remembered just how good he felt inside me? Listen, libido, that man is a liar. You’re not going to let him back into your pants again, okay?
But libido was not getting the message because I slid my eyes back over to where he was just as he dropped his towel. Well, fuck. His cock was rock hard, and he had a sly smile on his face like he knew how badly I wanted him.
“Is this you not staring?” He asked, wrapping his large hand around his considerable length. Heat pooled in my core as I watched him stroke himself.
“I’m not staring, I’m observing,” I quipped, feeling my face flush and ribs tighten as I watched him.
He continued pumping his cock right in front of me. I should have thrown a pillow at him and told him to get over himself. I should have told him that his hand was the only action he was going to get tonight. But I didn’t. Instead, I sat up.
“Two can play this game, mister,” I said. Yanking my top off, then my bottoms. I was completely naked and my entire body felt flush with need. He thought he could tease me? Well, I would tease him right back.
His green eyes widened and then he licked his lips as he watched me spread my legs and tease my wet clit with my fingers.
I made small, delicious circles around my sensitive bud, dipping the tip of my finger into my tight entrance.
He pumped his cock harder, his neck muscles straining as he watched me.
Moaning, I slid another finger into myself, using my thumb to continue making circles around my clit.
“Fuck, Stella,” he groaned, watching me. “Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you don’t want to feel my cock filling you up right now instead of those fingers of yours.”
I couldn’t, because I did want it. I wanted him so fucking badly.
Then the tether snapped and I didn’t care anymore. I just needed him. Fuck it.
“I want you,” I admitted.
He was across the room in two large strides, invading my space and grabbing me by the chin so I was forced to look up at him. “Tell me what you want,” he demanded, searching my face, his gaze landing on my lips then back up to my eyes.
“I want you to fuck me.”
He lunged, his lips met mine in a fiery fit of passion. My back hit the bed as our teeth, tongues, and lips fought against each other. I could feel the tip of his cock pressing against my entrance.
“This doesn’t mean I forgive you,” I panted.
“We’ll see about that,” he said, shoving himself all the way into me.
Oh, holy shit. “Wait. Are you clean?” I asked in a panic.
He nodded, mouth dropping like he just realized we weren’t using protection. “You?”
“Yes. And I’m on the pill.”
“Good. Then I can fill you up with my cum like I’ve been wanting to. Do you want to be Daddy’s little cum bucket?”
That line should not have worked on me. I should have found it cringy, but God fucking dammit, yes, I wanted to be filled with his cum.
“If I say no, are you going to spank me, Daddy?”
His eyes flashed and his hips rocked up inside me. “Is that what you want? To be punished?”
I nodded. “I’ve been such a bad girl.”
“Then take your fucking punishment,” he said, flipping me over onto my hands and knees. My ass was on full display, and I felt him re-enter my pussy. Then his hand came barreling down on my ass and I clenched around him moaning. Fuck. That felt so good.
His hips snapped and the sensation of his balls slapping against my pussy with each thrust combined with him spanking me was driving me crazy in the best way.
Then his free hand threaded through my hair and pulled me back so that I was arching my back even more.
At this angle, he was hitting inside me so deep I felt like I could burst.
A scream ripped free from my throat as my orgasm came crashing into me.
“Fuck!” He cried out. “That’s it. Take my cock. Take every fucking inch like it was made for you. Come all over me, baby.” His hand twisted in my hair and his other one landed an echoing slap on my ass.
I loved how rough and demanding he was being with me. I love how his cock filled me up so perfectly, hitting me in just the right spot that I’d only been able to find a few times on my own.
Once my orgasm subsided, he rolled us so that he was on the bottom and I was on top.
“You love watching me ride you, don’t you.”
He nodded—eyes heavy with lust and hands gripping around my full breasts.
“I love watching these and tasting your piercings.” He licked my nipple and swirled his tongue around it, wiggling the piercing as he did.
The sensation sent jolts of electricity all over my body.
I could probably come from him just playing with my nipples, but I wanted to feel his cock too.
I slid him inside me again, adjusting to the new angle and relishing the way his pelvis rubbed up against my clit with every rock of my hips.
His lips trailed up my chest and he licked up my pulse point in my neck, finding my ear with his teeth and whispered. “Who’s been such a bad girl for Daddy?”
I shivered and my hips sped up.
“I have,” I said, meeting his molten gaze.
He smiled, knowing full well he had me right where he wanted. His hands gripped tightly around my hips as he guided me up and down his length. Harder. Faster. Our movements became frantic, and my breasts bounced in his face as we moved together.
“Kiss me,” he said.
I looked at him. His face was full of desperation and need. And fuck. He’d lied to me. He was technically my enemy. But he also was the first guy I’d let myself fall for in my life and God did he know how to make me feel so good.
Despite my better judgement, I leaned down and kissed him.
This time it was with less frantic energy and more heart.
I poured what I didn’t want to say into that kiss.
All the hurt, and the confusion, and the need.
I said it all with that kiss feeling him tense up beneath me.
A rush of heat filled my core, and he groaned into my mouth, his fingers squeezing tightly on my hips.
When we broke apart, I could feel his cum sliding down inside me.
“That was—” he started, looking at me with stars in his eyes.
“A one-time lapse of judgment,” I snapped, yanking myself off him.
I practically ran into the bathroom, shutting the door with a loud thud behind me.
My heart was racing a million miles a minute, thundering in my chest like a herd of elephants had just chased me in here.
But it was my own fears. I’d been hurt too much.
Endured too much. And when he looked at me the way he did, I knew he held the power to crush me. I couldn’t go through that again.
So, I waited like a coward hiding in the bathroom until I thought he was asleep.
And when I curled up in my own bed, a small tear fell as I kicked myself for caring about him so damn much.