“How hard do you want it?”
I groan. “Callum, please,” I beg before opening my eyes and locking them on him. “Just fuck me.”
Callum’s lips spread into a satisfied smirk, and he grinds further, harder, faster. Both of us moan, beads of sweat runningdown our faces, every inch of us hot with the hormones seeping from the want we have for each other. The need. The lust.
“Don’t…stop…” I tell him as I get closer and closer until finally, my body shatters into ripples of orgasm. “Oh, my God!” I cry out, not caring if we are alone, if we are on camera, if anyone can hear us.
“Fuck yes!” Callum makes it obvious that he doesn’t care about any of that either. “Jesus fucking Christ…”
He collapses onto his knees, panting to catch his breath and I smile, closing my legs. I cover my face with my hands.
“Are you okay?” Callum asks.
I smile and move my hands. Then I prop myself up on my elbows. “Hell yeah, I’m okay.”
Chapter 25
Amanda
Alone…for the night. But that doesn’t turn off the lights. From the stars…they’re still bright. The memories of you are hard to fight. Everyone wants inside my head. But I’ll lay here and think of you instead…
I go to the BlueJay before anyone else is even awake. Callum gave me the code for the back door which is wild. Wild that he has it. Wild that he’d trust it to me. But after our little…jam sesh…in the recording booth, I left walking on clouds, and he seemed to like that. He liked it enough that the man who does not smile more than he has to was grinning and even grabbed my hand.
I told him I would live in this studio if I was a millionaire. I’d order bibimbap from GrubGrab and write songs all day. Never see the sun.
He laughed (laughed!) and gave me the code.
I don’t think he was supposed to.
041914.
But here I am. 8am in the BlueJay recording booth that still smells like his cologne and the residual high from yesterday, strumming and humming out a song that is buzzing around inmy frontal lobe like a busy beehive. Not an angry one. Just an active one.
In here I have no sense of time. I don’t think it matters. There were no clear instructions for what we are supposed to be doing today. A lull in the normal chaos. I’ll take it. Alone time is my favorite. I’m not a person prone to loneliness.
Of course, as soon as I think that, as soon as I say it, the door opens. I expect an angry manager or even Callum. Who I’m not expecting is–
“Zoe.” I say, setting the guitar down as she walks into the booth, hips swaying, makeup already painted on. She doesn’t bat an eye at anything in the room. I doubt she sees anything but status and dollar signs anyways.
“Hey babe, you bored?”
I blink, a small smirk tugging at my lips. “Not really?”
“I am,” she looks down at her nails. “Bored to death. The guys are out golfing. In this heat. Like…why? Golf is boring.”
“Yeah I’m not really a sports person either,” I say slowly, still slightly amused. She stands out in the room like a Christmas tree in a Halloween shop.
“Let’s have a girl’s day. I need a manicure. This acrylic is like two weeks old. It’s embarrassing. And I’m sure you need one too. Let me see your hands.”
Before I can say anything, she grabs one of my hands and visibly cringes. “Have you EVER had a manicure? In your life?”
I pull my hand away, but I’m not embarrassed. Honestly, I’m used to this shit because of Kate. “Nah. Nail biter.”
Zoe’s expression dilates like she’s about to get hit by a bus. “You bite your nails?”
“Since I was seven. Nervous habit.”
“Oh God, honey. Yeah we need to get to a salon. Especially if you’re on the arm of a Hardin.”
