Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
CALLUM/CASH
Then
The Flavor Of Smoke & Honey
She’s in my veins now…and I don’t want the antidote.
Livianna gags, pulls off my dick, and takes in a rush of air.
She coughs. “Sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it.” It happens all the time. I know better than to say that and ruin the moment, but it’s true. “You’re doing great. You feel fantastic.”
She smiles with a proud sparkle in her eyes and warmth fills my heart. I like knowing I made her feel good about herself.
She takes me in her mouth again. Her skills are out of this world. How does a virgin who claims she’s inexperienced know how to suck a dick like she does?
Right as the question crosses my mind, she swirls her tongue around the crown of my cock. I groan and thrust down her throat. I want more.
After messing around with her earlier, I’ve been sporting a bad case of blue balls. I’m in desperate need of a release. And I have a feeling it’s gonna be a big one.
She drags her tongue from the base of my length to the tip, with her smoking gaze hooked with mine. She’s fucking beautiful.
My chest squeezes. She’s my dream girl and being with her like this only makes me care about her more than I already did. I take a breath and focus on her.
She sucks up and down my shaft for a while. Silva drips down between my legs and tingles spread down my thighs. My balls pull up.
“Lily, I’m gonna come.” I warn her because I’m not sure how she’ll handle cum in her mouth for the first time.
She doesn’t seem to care. If anything, she goes at me with more vigor.
My muscles tighten and I lose myself down her throat. I moan and groan, thinking she’s gonna come up and spit. Instead, she sucks harder one more time, pulling the last drop of cum from me.
I twitch and jerk. “You gotta stop, vixen. It’s too much.”
She pops off me, swallowing everything. I stare down at her in awe, but there’s a strange twist in my gut.
She grabs my boxer briefs and gives them to me. She puts her T-shirt back on as I get dressed. Once I am, she pulls the covers over us and lies beside me.
She snuggles up to me, sliding under my arm and resting her head on my chest. “I hope I did a good job.”
I push out something between a grunt and a chuckle. “You did. If I didn’t know your sexual history, I’d swear you were a pro.”
She playfully slaps my chest. “Are you calling me a prostitute?”
“You know I’m not.” I give her a reassuring squeeze. “You’re just better than I expected. For a minute there, I started to wonder if you had done that before.”
“Really?” She peeks up at me. “I haven’t even practiced on a banana.”
I burst out laughing. “Do girls do that?”
“One of my friends at the studio was telling me how to do it. She told me I should practice on a cucumber or a banana. I thought she was joking, but she insisted I would appreciate the advice.”
“Well, you didn’t need to, so be glad you didn’t waste your time.” I run my fingers up and down her arm.
Her skin is soft and I love having her at my side. I’ve never felt like this about a girl before. A warm tingling sensation floats through me as she scoots closer to me.
I breathe her in. “You smell different.”
“That’s because I changed perfumes.”
“I like it. It’s nice and powdery, but not like a baby would smell. It’s more flowery than that.”
“That’s because it has lilies infused with it. That’s why I bought it. It reminded me of you.”
I smile as I gaze down at her. “When did you get it?”
“They gave us a midday break today, so I had time to go shopping.”
Bubbles of comfort travel through my blood.
“You should wear it all the time.” I hold her tighter and kiss her forehead.
“I plan on it.” She kisses my chest and yawns. “I’m tired and need to get some shut-eye.”
“Good night, Lily.”
“Night, Callum. Sleep well.”
We’re pulled into a slumber a few minutes later. It’s one of the most restful sleeps I’ve had in a long time.
I wake up with Livianna tucked in a ball and me curled around her. This surprises me because if I have a girl sleep in my bed all night, I usually wake up on the other side, not even touching her feet.
I hold Livianna tighter. She doesn’t move. I peek at the clock and see it’s near 10:00 a.m.
I kiss her near her ear and whisper, “Lily, what time do you have to be at work?”
She stirs a little. “I need to leave here around eight.”
“You’re late.”
She rises in a panic and looks at the clock. “Shit. It’s almost ten. My alarm didn’t go off.”
“What can I do to help?”
“Find my phone.” Her frantic gaze spins around the room.
I get out of bed and spot it on the top of her dresser. “It’s right here.”
I grab it and hand it to her.
She messes with the screen. “Crap. My ride called like five times while they waited out front for me. They texted me too and said they rang the doorbell a few times. The studio even called. What should I do?”
“Call in sick.”
She gazes up at me. “I’ve never done that.”
“No better time than the present.”
“What do I say?”
I think for a moment. “Tell them you’ve been sick all night and fell asleep on the bathroom floor. That explains why you wouldn’t hear your alarm or them trying to reach you.”
“But won’t they know I’m lying?”
“How could they?”
She shakes her head and shrugs. “I don’t know.”
I gesture to her phone. “Give it a try.”
“I guess I have to.” She takes a deep breath and brings the phone to her ear.
She talks to the director and explains. I feel bad that I told her to lie when it’s something I wouldn’t do, but I’m impressed at how well she handles it.
She’s completely believable. I laugh to myself. She’s an actress. Of course she can pull it off.
She hangs up with a massive grin from ear to ear. “It worked. They said they can switch things around without too much trouble since it’s a rehearsal day. I guess that means we have the whole day to spend together.”
“We have some time, but Guns and I have to go to the recording studio today. We’re supposed to lay tracks, but we’re gonna quit instead.”
Her eyes go wide. “You can’t do that, Callum.”
“Why? I hate that group.”
“You’re under contract. They could sue you if you do.”
“Are you sure?” My insides empty. “How do you know?”
“Because I’m in the business.”
“But I think record contracts are different.”
“I don’t know, but I’d ask your uncle before you do something that could get you sued and blacklisted.”
I sit on her bed and rub my face in my palms. She could be right. I pick up my phone and text my uncle.
Me: I’m quitting the band.
He responds in seconds.
Uncle John: No, you’re not.
Me: Why?
Uncle John: Do you have the money to pay back the advances they gave you plus the ten percent interest?
Me: I thought that money came from Mr. Hemings and that other guy.
Uncle John: It did, but it’s called an advance for a reason. They’re investors and plan to make a profit.
Me: Meaning?
Uncle John: Cash, you’re required to pay it back through the income you make from albums, merch, and tours.
If you don’t fulfill your obligations, you still have to pay it back plus the ten percent.
And they’ll exercise the option. It’s in your contract.
Unless you have money I don’t know about, you’re not quitting.
I gaze up at Livianna with my lungs deflating. “You’re right. I can’t.”
“I’m sorry, love.”
“Love?” My stomach spins and I smile. “I’m your love?”
She blushes. “It’s just a term of endearment.”
“Uh-huh.” I beckon her over with a crook of my finger. “I didn’t get a morning kiss, love.”
“I’m not kissing you until I brush my teeth, but you can have a quick peck.” She sways to me, climbs onto my lap, and presses her lips to mine.
I flip her over and get on top of her. “Fuck that.”
I go in for a make-out session, but she tries to wiggle free. She laughs, pushes on my chest, and whips her head from side to side.
“Callum, don’t. It’s gross.”
“And swallowing cum isn’t?”
She freezes and stares up at me as her expression grows serious. “No. That’s normal and sexy.”
“So is kissing.”
“After I brush my teeth.”
Remembering what her dad told me, that she doesn’t stop until she gets what she wants, I let her up.
“Then get on it and meet me back here.”
She stands beside the bed next to where I’m sitting. “You’re brushing yours too.”
“I don’t have a toothbrush.”
“I have an extra one you can use.” Livianna struts away into her en suite.
My phone chimes, alerting me to a text. I grab it off the mattress and roll my eyes when I see it’s from Bren.
Guns: How are we getting to the studio?
Me: What’s wrong with your car?
Guns: I left it there yesterday when you demanded we go get fucked up.
Me: I’ll figure it out. And you realize I’m in the room across the hall from yours, don’t you?
Gun: Yeah, but I don’t wanna know what you’re doing with my sister.
Me: Fair.
I think for a minute and then text my uncle.
Me: Can you pick me and Guns up at his place?
Uncle John: Sure, but where’s your car?
Me: I left it at a bar and hitched a ride here.
Uncle John: Wise. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.
“Fuck that. I’m spending a couple of hours with Livianna.”
Me: We don’t need to be there until noon. Pick us up twenty minutes before.
Uncle John: You wasted a bunch of people’s time yesterday. You’re going to make up for that today. I’ll see you in thirty minutes.
“I fucking hate this stupid band.”
Livianna returns to her room. “Who are you talking to?”
“No one.” I stand, toss my phone on the bedside table, and rake my fingers through my hair.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’ve gotta go to the studio soon. I was hoping I’d get to spend more time with you before I left.”
“When are you going to be finished?”
“I don’t know. My uncle seems to think I need to make up for yesterday.” I point to her bathroom. “Can I shower in here or should I use Guns’?”
“You can use mine, but you’re going to smell like a girl if you do.” A mischievous smile grows across her face. “Go get the water hot. I’ll get some soap and shampoo out of Bren’s bathroom and bring it to you.”