Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
LIVIANNA/LILY
Then
Vicious Refusals & Dangerous Promises
Sometimes the sweetest touch is just the prettiest way to shatter you.
Callum slides off me and sits. “Lily, I want to have sex with you, but…”
“But what?” I push myself up.
“I’m kinda buzzed and you’re a virgin. I don’t want your first time to be like this.”
“Don’t I get a say in it?”
“Sure, but I told your pops I would take my time with you. I don’t lie to people. It’s the one thing I refuse to do. If I have sex with you, which I really want to, I’m a dick.”
“My dad doesn’t get to decide.” I crawl over Callum, making him lie back so I’m on top of him. “Look at it this way. You’re keeping your word by slowing things down. I’m the one moving forward.”
I don’t give him a chance to respond. I press my lips against his. He moans in my mouth as I swipe my tongue against his. He tastes like beer and I like it.
My heart thunders and my blood heats to a boiling point. I might be young, but I’m ready for this. It doesn’t feel too fast to me. It feels right. Since I met him in this very room, I’ve wanted him.
Over the last six months, that has only grown. Even when he was out on tour, Bren would call and tell me Callum was talking about me and couldn’t wait to see me again.
Since he’s been back, he’s been coming over every night. Sometimes he and my brother jam for a while, then we talk, play video games, listen to music, and flirt. He even helps me practice my lines.
When my parents said we could date, we added heavy kissing sessions to the mix. It’s only been a day since they allowed that, but we’ve made up for the lost time.
Every time I see him, I shiver. He’s the only guy I’ve ever been interested in and it goes beyond that. The way I feel about him is intense. He consumes my thoughts and that’s a new thing for me.
“Lily…” he breathes as he breaks our kiss. He rolls us over and stares into my eyes. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
I nod. He waits a moment and brings his mouth to mine. His hand slides under my bra and squeezes my breast. Tingles spider from my stomach and continue out. My lower abdomen tightens and grows heavy.
He moves his hand down to untie my shirt while kissing me in a wild need. I run my palms under his shirt. His skin is soft, but his muscles are lean and hard.
My stomach flips once my shirt is undone and Callum releases the front clasp of my bra. My breasts are naked and on full display.
He kneads one as he stares at my chest. “You have perfect tits.”
I giggle but stop when his mouth covers one of my nipples while he massages the other in his palm. He flicks it with his tongue and adrenaline courses through me. I toss my head back and twist my hips, needing friction.
I’m no stranger to masturbation, so I know what to do to make myself feel good. He grinds into me, reading my request.
I moan. My head is light, but my insides are weighty. It’s a strange sensation, but I love it.
“Callum, take off your shirt.”
He releases my breasts, tugs his shirt off, and his mouth crashes to mine. We’re skin to skin and panting. We caress each other as I breathe in his crisp and clean cologne. It reminds me of a spring day by the ocean.
He presses his hips forward, making his erection dig into me. My skirt rides up, so only my lace panties and his jeans are separating us.
He’s so hard and I love having this effect on him. Most girls I’ve talked to have told me they were scared their first time. Not me. It can’t happen fast enough.
I slide my hand between us and down his length. I get ready to unbutton his jeans, but he stops me. He pulls away from our kiss, props himself up on his elbows, and cages my head in.
His breathing is shallow. “Livianna, we can’t do this.”
I blink up at him. “We’re not stopping.”
He pushes off me and adjusts himself. “Yes, we are. I don’t have any condoms. If you get my pants off and I’m between your legs with nothing but a thin barrier keeping me from getting inside of you, I’m bound to slip.”
“Why don’t you have any condoms?” I sit up, tugging my shirt to cover my breasts. “Don’t you carry them all the time?”
“No. I’ve never even bought them.”
I crinkle my nose up. “Then how do you get them?”
“Once my uncle found out I had unprotected sex after one of my shows, he always made sure to have them on hand.”
My mouth gapes. “You were with girls without protection?”
“One girl, and we were both virgins. That’s it. And it only happened because I didn’t have anything available. I wasn’t expecting it.”
“Oh.” My shoulders drop.
I thought I was going to make him mine today. We’re supposed to be together. I lower my head.
How can I make sure he quits wanting other girls?
He lifts my chin with two of his fingers so we’re making eye contact. “Stop thinking I don’t want you, Lily. I do.”
Is he reading my mind?
“Lily, it’s gonna happen, but let’s take some time and do it right.”
I laugh. “Is there a wrong way to do it?”
He rolls his eyes. “You know what I mean. Girls never forget their first time and it should be special.”
“So this girl was your first time, too?”
“Yeah.”
“Was it good?”
“Livianna, it was my first time having sex, so it felt great.” He grabs his shirt and works himself back into it. “Let’s drop it.”
I redress myself while trying to come up with a new plan. I will get Callum to have sex with me sooner rather than later.
He scans over me from head to toe, his eyes lingering for a moment on my chest. “If it ever gets out I hit the brakes on you, they’ll revoke my rockstar card.”
“Deal me one promise then.”
“What’s that?”
“Come prepared next time. Don’t make me roast you for being the unprepared rock god.”
He pretends to glare. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
“Ah, I see I’m working with a little vixen.” He smirks. “I’ll get them on my way home tomorrow.”
Vixen? I like that nickname. Not as much as Lily, but vixen is definitely something a rockstar would call his woman. That raises a question.
“Hey, Callum. Does this mean I’m your girlfriend?”
“You’ve been mine since I met you.” He leans over and kisses me. “This just makes it official.”
My smile grows as my stomach does cartwheels. I’m Callum Mayze’s girlfriend and I have a feeling it will change my life forever.
We’re in the kitchen, waiting for Bren to come downstairs with his fling. “How long does he take? I’ve been home for two hours.”
Callum laughs and hands me a beer. “He can go all night. He’s one of those dudes who can shoot a load and stay hard. If he ever wants a job in porn, he’ll be golden.”
I take the bottle and grimace. “I didn’t need to know that.”
“Yeah, right. I’m just comfortable talking to you. I don’t seem to have a filter.” He gestures to my beer. “Take it easy on those. If your parents think I got you drunk, they’ll kill me.”
“They let me drink. You know that.”
“They let you have one.”
I take a swig, giving him a defiant side-eye as I do. He places his bottle down on the counter, wraps his hands around my waist, and lifts me. He sits me on the granite island.
I sit down my beer as he spreads my legs and steps closer so he’s standing between my knees.
He gives me a quick peck. “Tell me about what happened at the studio today.”
He rests his hands on my thighs and his face turns red. His grip on my legs intensifies.
Oh, he must be jealous of my new love interest.
He has nothing to worry about, but I’m not about to tell him that. If I have to have pictures of him and other girls in my head, he can have the same kind of suffering.
I shrug. “We did a few practice runs. It was like any other day.”
“Uh-huh.” He burns his stare into mine. “What about the new guy?”
“He was fine. He seems to fit right in.” I take another sip to give Callum time to process that.
His chest rises and falls a little faster. “I’m sure he does.”
“Oh, there are two new girls on the show. One is named Gia Armstrong. I like her. The other is named Zara Blackthorn. She’s playing the lead singer of my rival band. Gia’s her sidekick.” I place my beer down. “Something about Zara rubs me the wrong way.”
“Why do you say that?”
“All she wanted to talk to me about was Ur Boyz. She figured out Bren is my brother and wouldn’t leave me alone about it.” My stomach grumbles.
“She’s probably a groupie.” He steps away and turns toward the refrigerator. “Sounds like you’re hungry. What should we have for dinner?”
I push off the counter and follow him. “My mom left us spaghetti.”
“Where is it?” He pulls the fridge door open. “I’ll prepare it for you while you talk to me about your rehearsals.”
He must still want to know about the new guy and this is his way of trying to get information. A smile grows across my face, but I lower my head so he can’t see it.
Bren appears in the room wearing navy sweatpants and nothing more. “What are we eating?”
“Spaghetti.” Callum glances at him. “Where’s your chick?”
“She had to leave.” Bren brushes beside me and grabs a beer from the minibar.
I step aside. “Are you going to see her again?”
“Yeah.” He pops the lid off his bottle. “We drink at the place where she works.”
“Where’s this?” I reach past Callum and take our dinner out of the fridge.
“A dive bar near the recording studio.” Bren gazes at Callum and laughs. “You missed out, bro. That girl can fuck.”
“Why did Callum miss out?” My chest burns for fear I won’t like how he answers.
Bren takes a quick swig. “She was flirting with him and he was checking her out. He could’ve had her if he wanted.”
“What the fuck, mate?” Callum slugs Bren. “Shut your mouth. Livianna’s standing right here.”
Bren winces. “Shit, I’m high as a kite right now and forgot you two are an item. Sorry, Liv. I just thought Cash would want to know what he passed on.”
A picture of some girl Bren’s been screwing all day and Callum flirting with her invades my mind. My insides set ablaze and I drop the dish down on the counter.
“Fuck you, Bren.” I spin toward Callum. “And fuck you, too.”