“Okay, just Mom and Connor then. We’ll nail down the when and where later.” He smiled at me, reaching for my hand. Our fingers tangled, and my stomach tightened as it always did whenever he gave me that look.
On we drove, Cal’s hand still holding mine, until Mahone Bay came into view. He turned onto my street, driving for a moment before slowing and pulling into my driveway.
Asher still snored in the back seat, and Calum looked to me. “I can carry him in.”
“Okay,” I whispered—my heart thrumming in my chest. I could tell by the way he focused on my lips before raising his eyes to mine that he wanted to kiss me. He licked his lips before leaning to me—leather creaking, his scent invading my senses—and pressed a chaste kiss to the side of my mouth before stepping out of the Jeep.
I blinked, drawing in a breath as Calum opened the door and unbuckled Asher, picking him up as if he weighed less than a gram of sugar. It had been a good year or two since I’d been able to lug that kid around without breaking my spine in the process.
Stepping out of the vehicle, I jogged up the steps to unlock the door. Calum strolled along after me, his long strides catching up in no time at all. He stood behind me, off to the side a little bit. His hand slipped inside my jacket, resting on my right hip as I worked to unlock the door.
I exchanged a small smile with him before stepping into the mudroom, his hand falling away so he could pull the door shut behind us. Pulling off my boots, I watched as Cal toed his off with minimal effort, despite the fifty-seven pounds in his arms.
Asher’s head rested on his left shoulder, turned toward his neck. The streetlamp in front of our neighbour’s house illuminated the mud room enough for me to marvel at the sight of them together—to feel the sting of time lost.
But I didn’t have time to reflect upon the ache in my chest, though. I stepped in front of them, gently tugging off Asher’s boots before I removed his coat—luckily, his dislike of actually zipping it up made the process a whole lot easier than it could have been.
I lingered a little, focusing on removing the jacket and not meeting Cal’s heavy gaze. I was practically asphyxiating as it were. I didn’t need to meet its full force directly.
Leading the way through the kitchen and living room; up the stairs and into Asher’s room. I pulled down his covers, and Cal gently laid him down. I removed his socks and jeans, and tugged the blankets up to his chin, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
He snored throughout the whole thing, completely oblivious. I backed up, accidentally bumping into Cal’s hard body. He brought his hands up to grip my shoulders, gently steadying me.
I led the way out of Asher’s bedroom. Cal closed the door behind us; his attention focused on me. My core thrummed with anticipation, my nipples tightening against the white lace of my bra at his hungry scrutiny.
Not a word was spoken; but we stepped toward each other, colliding silently, each touch desperate but hushed. His lips pressed against mine, his tongue sweeping along the edge of my lips; seeking, searching, frenzied.
Cal’s hands gripped my ass, and he hoisted me up. Locking my thighs around his hips, I pushed my fingers through his hair, my nails scraping gently against his scalp while I hungrily took what he had to offer me.
His passion ignited mine—he knew exactly what I needed, what I wanted. He walked toward my bedroom, his erection straining against his jeans, rubbing against my covered core as I moved wantonly against him, eager.
Once we’d made it into my bedroom, he let me slide until my feet hit the carpeted floor. Griping a handful of my ass, he broke the kiss, stepping away long enough to quietly shut my bedroom door.
While his back was turned, I began to strip. Tugging my shirt over my hand, letting it fall to the ground with a whisper. He turned when he heard the material rustling, watching as I slowly wiggled out of my tights, tugging my socks off along with it.
Standing in just my bra and panties, I waited for him.
Calum stalked toward me purposely, his eyes drinking in the sight of me. He ripped his shirt off, the muscles beneath his inked skin moving in alluring, spellbinding ways while he bent to remove his pants.
His black boxer briefs did little to hide how turned on he was, his thick, hard length jutting forward proudly, stretching the material, making my mouth water.
He came to a stop in front of me. He took another moment to appraise me before slanting his lips against mine. His right hand cupping my face devotedly, his left hand sliding against my hips, around the side of my back, trailing up my spine until he’d expertly unbuckled my bra, letting it fall in a heap to the ground between us.
His fingers splayed against my lower back, and I moved closer, my hand sliding over his pectoral, resting on his shoulder.
Never breaking the kiss, he started moving me toward the mattress, stopping only when the back of my knees touched the bed. Lowering me to the mattress, he kept his large palm splayed against my back. He shifted us until my head was on my pillow, his lips and tongue still working mine.
The sounds of our lips moving against one another filled the space of my room. My hands slipped over his shoulders—his skin hot to the touch.
I felt on fire too—my legs parted, and he nestled between them, his thick head brushing against my sensitive core. The lace working across my skin made me let out a hiss, which Cal caught with a chuckle that morphed into a growl when I bucked my hips to rub against him again.
I slid my hand against his torso, running it down the inked contours and ridges, and slipped beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. My fingers wrapped along his hard shaft and his hips jerked in response.
“Condom?” he asked.
“I don’t have one,” I whispered, panicked. Yesterday, he’d stayed until eleven. All we did was make out—heavily, on the sofa while Netflix played in the background, covering up the noises—the panting, the sucking, and moaning.
He’d left my house with a hard-on, and I’d had to bust out my vibrator.
