Chapter Twenty-Six
Liam
My hips slowly stop moving and I step closer to the counter, setting Calypso’s ass against it. For a second, I’m worried I’ve lost her, that the post-sex bliss has died already and she’s regretting her promise to not leave in the wake of physical intimacy.
Something is there, hiding behind her eyes. She’s scared but she’s not running.
Calypso’s hands are still on me, holding tightly as if she’s worried I’m the one about to run for the hills.
Never.
Especially now—after that.
With a quick exhale, she shakes herself out of it and hops off the counter. Her breasts bounce with the movement, making my mouth water for another taste of them. Of her.
Fuck, I’m addicted.
“You really do know how to follow instructions,” Calypso praises in a sultry tone.
If I hadn’t seen that scared look in her eye for myself, I would never believe that this ethereal goddess of a woman was even capable of feeling insecure. I hate that she does, but it only makes me want to take care of her more—to fight for a chance to love her.
She pushes me until my back hits the island. “I guess that deserves an award.”
My mouth drops open as she slowly falls to her knees with my hard cock in her hands. It’s not going to take long for me to finish, and I don’t even care. It’s early, and Calypso gets to sleep in tomorrow. We’ve got all night as far as I’m concerned.
Starting at the base, Calypso licks up to the tip and massages my balls with her other hand. She twirls her tongue before sucking me into her mouth, taking me straight to her throat until my cock bumps the back and she gags.
My hands are gripping the counter tightly.
I fight to keep my eyes on her, not wanting to close them and miss even a second of how sexy she looks right now.
From this angle, I have a perfect view of her ass.
Other than a few glimpses, I can’t see her perky tits but her nipples rub against my thighs, making both of us groan in pleasure.
The sexiest parts of all are Calypso's heavy-lidded eyes and the way her mouth stretches to fit around me. She doesn’t deep-throat me but she sucks me off masterfully, and she enjoys every second of it almost as much as I do.
“That’s it, honey,” I encourage and hold her hair in a messy ponytail. I don’t guide her head, knowing she likes to be in control. Plus, she doesn’t need the help. “Just like that and I’m gonna co—”
She doesn’t stop but slowly slips a finger further back, pressing against my asshole.
“Fuck,” I grunt out. She explored back there the other night too, but maybe she needs more encouragement. “Go ahead, Calypso. Use your finger and gag on my cock—I fucking love it.”
Her wide eyes meet mine and I bob my head once, biting back a sound of pleasure as I keep my attention on her.
She pulls off my cock with a pop before sucking one finger into her mouth and taking me again.
There’s no hesitancy this time. Calypso’s wet finger teases me with more confidence and I try to relax for her; it’s hard when every inch of my body burns for her.
The tip of her finger breaches the tight hole and I let out a deep groan, leaking precum in her mouth. She moans, licking up every drop she’s been given so far.
I love using toys on myself but it’s not something I’ve explored with a partner. My ex-fiancée wasn’t very adventurous and I didn’t want to pressure her.
Calypso might like using a butt plug on me before riding me. Maybe she’d let me use one on her, too.
The thoughts of how much fun Calypso and I could have together start to flash through my head. How many new things we could try together, in and out of the bedroom.
“Fuck, Calypso,” I groan. I want you so fucking bad.
Not only her body—her mind, her soul, her fucking heart.
I bite back the rest of my words, but it doesn’t matter. The next second, I roughly pump my hips forward as my orgasm hits me. Calypso holds my hips when my dick pushes too far back and uses her free hand to stroke the inches she can’t take in her mouth.
She doesn’t stop sucking until every drop of my cum has been licked and swallowed up.
When Calypso pops her mouth off, a string of saliva attaches her lips to my cock. She opens her mouth, showing me how well she cleaned me up. I grab her jaw and slip my thumb along her tongue. Closing her mouth, she bites down and stares up at me with a new wave of heat.
Unfortunately for both of us, I’ll need a few minutes to recover after that.
With a smug smirk, she uses her hands on my waist to stand up before kissing me. I pull her naked body against mine and deepen the connection. The flavor of our mixed arousals lingers on her tongue, tasting sweeter than honey.
Ending the kiss, I murmur against her lips, “Let’s go shower.”
She lets out a low hum of approval and kisses me once more before turning on her heel. I follow close behind, watching her ass bounce with each step and wondering how I ended up lucky enough to be here.
While waiting for the water to heat, I went down on Calypso again, which led us to her bed for another round—with her on top. We accidentally left the water on, so we had to wait for it to reheat. I took her one final time from behind in the shower.
Neither of us can keep our hands off the other now.
It’s like more, more, more is pumping through both of our bodies, a chant calling out to each other. We’re eager to give in to our attraction and I swear each orgasm has been more intense than the last.
It’s almost midnight now, and we’re barely crawling into bed after our shower.
We still needed to do a few things, like brush our teeth and let Rosie out one more time.
Cohabiting with Calypso has been easy from the start, but I didn’t realize how quickly we’d fallen into these routines in just over a week.
She pulls the duvet up to her chest and turns on her side, looking at me. Rosie is lying at our feet but neither of us say anything.
Calypso likes her more than she’ll admit, especially after Rosie attacked Stefan’s ankles. Hell, it made me love my girl a little extra too; I didn’t know she had it in her. I let Calypso pretend their friendship is a secret, though.
The room is dark but the moonlight filters through her open blinds and illuminates her pretty face.
Not wanting to disturb our peace by bringing up her phone call earlier, but knowing I need to, I whisper, “Will you tell me why Gavin called you?”
She lets out a sigh and subconsciously slides her body closer to mine. “I hoped you would forget about that.”
I let out a dry laugh and shake my head. “You knew I wouldn’t.” Sundays are Lexi and Calypso’s designated day off. Chuck and Gavin would chase them out with brooms if they tried going in to work, so his call was out of the ordinary.
“You’re right,” Calypso sighs. She bites her lip, avoiding eye contact. “Stefan went into Brighter Daze today.”
I’m instantly sitting up, reaching for my phone to call… Who? Mia? We’re seeing her tomorrow.
Calypso’s hand wraps around my bicep as she pulls me back down to her.
Under me, she brushes my still-damp hair off my forehead. “There’s nothing we can do right now, and Gavin handled it. Stefan didn’t make a scene or harass anyone. He was only looking for me.”
“Doesn’t make me feel better,” I mutter.
Staring down at her like this—bare faced, lips still swollen, and in nothing other than my old Warped Tour t-shirt—Calypso feels like mine.
More than anyone, or anything, ever has.
Over my goddamn dead body will I allow Stefan to continue sniffing around her like a dog looking for a spot to mark his territory.
That’s one of the main differences between Stefan and me.
Calypso isn’t an object to be coveted or possessed.
She’s not a doll in a glass case who needs to be hidden away from the world.
Stefan lost her because of his many foul traits, but mostly because he couldn’t separate his wife from the idea of her being his property.
I’m possessive of Calypso, sure. Who in their right mind wouldn’t be?
Monogamy doesn’t equate to proprietorship of her, or any person for that matter. I don’t want to own her, not even sexually. I want her to be mine because that means I’m hers. It’s about a partnership together, never about power or control.
Unless it’s in the bedroom, and she’s the one in charge.
“I didn’t think it would,” she whispers with a dry smile. “We’ll talk to Mia tomorrow, okay? Don’t do anything stupid.”
With a wolfish grin, I nip at her shoulder. “What stupid thing would I even do?”
She gives me an exasperated look. “Confront him? Make a scene? Punch him and get arrested?”
“So only you’re allowed to do that, got it.”
Calypso rolls her pretty, honey-brown eyes and points a finger at me. “You wouldn’t let me go to jail over his ass either.”
Placing a soft kiss on her lips, I lay back down and pull her into my chest. “You’re right, I wouldn’t.”
With pleading eyes, she says, “Then we’ll go talk to Mia and see how she recommends handling this, right?” When I’m quiet, she starts to sit up a little. “Right, Liam?”
I tighten my hold around her waist and pull her back down. “Yes, honey.” I kiss her again—I’m a weak man, I can’t help it—and murmur, “That’s right.”
“Hmm,” she hums and squints at me.
We stare at each other for a long moment, only illuminated by the small strawberry-shaped nightlight she plugged in for Rosie.
Her heart beats in sync with mine, and I wonder if that ever happens when we aren’t next to each other—if we’ve become so in tune with each other that our bodies breathe in tandem as if we are two halves separated.
Breaking the silence, Calypso blurts out, “I’m—what are we doing?” Immediately, she closes her eyes and shakes her head at herself. “No, don’t answer that. I don’t want to be that person.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being ‘that person,’” I promise. “But to not answer your question, I’m addicted to you, Calypso. The town thinks we’re dating, and you’ve been my girl since we decided to roll with it.”
She eyes me and folds her lips between her teeth. Calypso loves my words, my reassurance. She just can’t bring herself to be so open.
Well, she can. Sometimes.
Her vulnerability is as fickle as the waves along the shore.
“We don’t have to label it further,” I suggest. “I have the project because of you, I live in your house, I’m exclusively with you despite whatever the fuck the town thinks, not because of it. I’m yours, honey. That’s good enough for me.”
Her brows furrow. “Are you sure it’s not just an obligation?”
I shake my head, trying to find the words. I understand why she has to question it, even though I fucking hate it. Calypso and I are so similar without being identical. We soften each other’s edges, as my mom always says about her and Paul.
One of those similarities is how responsible we feel for the people around us, how willing we are to sacrifice ourselves in favor of our siblings.
Nothing about being with Calypso feels like I’m giving something up—every day it has been a gift getting to wake up with her and watch her open herself more to me.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you for the last five months, Calypso.
” I wrap a leg around hers, getting even more tangled up in her.
Guiding one of her fingers to the four leaf clover tattoo, I explain, “I got this one about two weeks before I met you at the Siren’s Cove.
Before then, I had never given much thought to luck, or if I had any.
It was a flash sale for St. Patrick’s Day, and I don’t know, it felt stupid. ”
She snickers but doesn’t say anything as she outlines the leaf with her finger.
“Two weeks later, I was planning to move to Amada Beach and meeting you at the bar.” I shrug. “Feels pretty lucky to me.”
As much as I wish I had met Calypso years ago, had gotten to her before Stefan ever had a chance, I’ve started to accept that this is our fate.
Those missed connections weren’t the universe warning us away from each other; it was waiting for us to become the right versions of ourselves for each other.
She nods and blinks quickly. “I’d agree with that,” she whispers.
“You’ve never been an obligation to me, Calypso,” I say, wanting to make sure she has the actual words. “Not for a single second.”
“Thank you,” she says quietly before kissing me.
It’s her way of ending the conversation, and I go with it.
I don’t need any grand gesture of commitment, especially not when I’m in her bed every single night.
It’s enough for me, and as of now, it’s what she needs.
When she’s ready for more, if that’s something she ever wants, I’ll be happy to give her that too.