Chapter 26 #2
We hang up with my parents reassuring Callum he’s done nothing wrong and don’t expect anything from him. He stands next to the phone with a glaze of shiny disbelief over his eyes.
Is he about to cry? If so, why?
“Callum, you heard my parents. We all love you.”
He sweeps me up in a hug and holds me tight.
He whispers in my ear, “One day, I’ll pay your entire family back for all you’ve given me.”
“Hey, you owe us nothing.”
He pulls away and kisses me. His tongue swipes over mine. The tenderness is beyond anything he’s shown me before.
He’s always treated me like a delicate flower, but this is a kiss full of gratefulness and adoration. It’s completely full of him. He’s giving his whole self to me and it penetrates my heart like napalm.
It’s in this moment I know there’s not another soul alive who could feel this intensely for me. Nor will I feel like this for anyone else. Callum Mayze is mine forever and I’m his.
He cradles me in his arms and carries me into the main bedroom. “I don’t think I’ve properly made love to you in a bed made just for us.”
“No, I don’t think you have.” I run my hand over his chest. “I love you, Callum.”
“Forever. I mean it, Lily. Forever, I will always love you.” He lays me down on silky high-thread bedding and moves over me, unzipping my sweatshirt as he does.
Our gazes connect and desire takes hold. We strip each other of our clothing and lie naked in each other’s arms. We explore one another in awe. My emotions grow and cause my skin to tingle as everything inside of me heats to a burning level.
He stares into my eyes. “You’re my everything. Promise me you’ll never leave me.”
“Never.” I press up and take his bottom lip into my mouth, sucking on it.
He moans and grinds into me. I spread my legs apart farther and tilt my hips up, telling him exactly what I want.
I love him and there’s not a person alive that could convince me that because I’m young it’s not as passionate or meaningful. They don’t know shit because I’d give my life for him.
One look at his lean, muscular chest and arms sends butterflies through my stomach. I run my palms over him, and a smile grows.
“You’re the hottest man alive.” I press my lips against his.
He kisses me harder. The excitement builds between us.
His hand massages one of my breasts as he weaves the other into my hair. I reach between us and take his shaft in my grasp, using the crown of it to rub around my clit.
He groans. “Lily, you’ve got the best touch.”
My pulse races as I get myself off using him as my personal tool. He rolls over, taking me with him.
He grips my hips. “Ride me.”
I straddle him and slide down his length, quaking as he stretches me open. “You feel so good.”
“So do you.” He rocks me back and forth as he thrusts in and out. “I love you, Livianna Grace. Forever.”
His loving stare and his words go straight to my soul. I lean over and kiss him like it’s the first and last time I’ll ever get the chance.
He holds the back of my head as he picks up his rhythm. The position we’re in gives me the perfect stimulation. I whimper into his mouth with my core tightening.
He pulls away. “Come for me.”
I sit up and glide over him as he finds my clit. Within a few strokes, I lose myself to another world. Fireworks explode like the finale on the Fourth of July in my head.
He wraps his arms around me and brings me to his chest, pumping wildly in and out of me. He grunts and his muscles tighten.
“Oh, fuck. You’re gonna make me come, Lily.” He releases his cum into me with powerful pulses so strong I can feel them deep inside and around all my walls.
My heart grows warm as my love for him spreads throughout my body. We come down from our high, catching our breath as we lie naked in each other’s arms. I roll off to his side, still snuggled into him.
He runs his fingertips over my sliced wrists. “Why do you cut yourself?”
My stomach empties and I hide my eyes. “I feel better when I do.”
“How so?”
“It’s like I have this anxiety that takes over me. Thoughts race in my head, telling me all the bad things I’ve ever done.”
“I can’t believe you’ve been so bad you think you should hurt yourself.”
My mind hooks onto her. “I have a dark side, Callum. It’s pitch-black.”
“I think we all have that.”
“I don’t know. The things I’ve done…” I shift to release the stabbing in my heart. “Not many people have done what I have.”
“We all have a good and a bad side, Lily.” He trails his fingertips along the cuts. “You know how you told me you call me Callum because that’s who you see me as?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I call you Lily because you’re my gorgeous flower. But there’s something I bet you don’t know about lilies.”
I peek up at him. “What?”
“My favorite lilies are black.”
“I thought lilies were all white.”
“They’re all colors, but my favorites are the black and white calla lilies. More so the black ones because they’re so different and beautiful.” He peers into my eyes. “Just like you. I love your light and dark side. They make you who you are.”
I sink into that thought. Maybe Callum’s right. None of us are perfect, but I might be further away from that than most.
He shifts and brings the covers over us. “I think the last few days have caught up to me.”
“Yeah, me too.” I yawn and roll to my side.
He curls around me. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
We drift off to sleep a few minutes later. I dream of Callum and me together as we laugh and have sex. My heart is full when I wake still wrapped in his arms.
He kisses my shoulder. “I was wondering when you’d open your eyes.”
“Why? What time is it?”
“Almost noon.”
A wave of dizziness hits and nausea spills into my stomach as I turn to face him.
I nearly gag. “I need water or something.”
“Are you okay?” His forehead crinkles up. “You’re really pale.”
“I don’t feel very good.” I get up to use the restroom. “Maybe some food—”
I almost throw up thinking about it. I rush to the toilet, praying I don’t throw up all over the place. Oh, please don’t let this be what I think it is.
Callum steps in behind me. “Livianna, are you sick?”
I shake my head, trying to calculate when I had my last period. Tears form in my eyes. I don’t have to do the math for long. It was a week and a half before Callum’s birthday.
We didn’t use a condom then and there have been a few times since we’ve just skipped the thought altogether. I’m almost two weeks late.
Fuck! He’s going to be livid.
He shuffles to my side. “Is there anything I can get you?”
“Yeah.” I coil into myself and close my eyes so I don’t have to witness his reaction. “A pregnancy test.”