My eyes went to the impressive tenting of his boxer briefs, still obscuring its sight. I bit my lip, rolling the decisions over in my head.
Since Asher was born, I’ve religiously received a hormone shot every three months on the dot. Better to be safe than sorry, evenifdating was completely off the table for those first few years. I wasn’t worried about getting pregnant—again—and I believed Calum when he told me he was safe in our years apart, because even after all of the hurt he put me through by leaving—he’d never once lied to me, and he’d never put me in physical harm.
And I was far too wound up to pull the breaks on it; not that a single fiber in my body even wanted to do that.
I brought my hands over my chest, running my fingers over my nipples, letting my hands move down the lines of my body, spurred by the reverence and desire in his gaze as he watched me.
My thumb hooked into my panties, and I quietly worked them down my hips. Calum took over, tugging them off and tossing them over his shoulder without a care for where they landed. His attention was fixed on me, on my heaving breasts and glistening centre.
I sat up, grabbing him by the back of the neck, tugging him back down on me, kissing him with an eagerness I couldn’t transcribe, one that he matched with equal passion.
While we kissed, while his hand moved up to cup my breast, I worked his boxer briefs off with a surprisingly stealthy combination of my hands and feet. He broke the kiss to chuckle quietly against my lips and squeeze my boob, his thumb running over my pert nipple.
He finished the task of kicking off his boxer briefs and settled between my thighs, the head of his cock pushing against my entrance. We shivered in unison at the sensation. Cal captured my eyes, holding my gaze for a moment before pushing forward, entering with one deep thrust of his hips.
“Fuck,” he breathed, dropping his forehead to mine. He rocked his hips into me, pulling out and plunging back in. He set a punishingly slow pace, each thrust deep enough to hit exactly the right spots to make my hips fall open wider. Nails digging into his hips, my walls constricting tightly around him as I came.
After letting out a low guttural moan into the side of my neck, Calum followed, hips jerking as he spilled his release into me.
His breath was hot against my neck. His heartbeat thudded frantically, each beat keeping up with my racing ones. He lifted his head, supporting his weight with his arms on either side, caging me in, and grinned down at me. “You feel incredible. I don’t want to move.” He whispered, pushing his pelvis into mine, driving his still hardened cock against my cervix.
“Mmm,” my lids fluttered close. “So, don’t move, then.”
“It’s almost eleven.”
My heart was speeding up again, at the internal realization that I didn’t want him to go. I didn’t want him to crash on Dare’s mom’s couch. I wanted him to stay. I wanted to spend the night curled up against his chest. “Stay.”
At my command, his cock pulsed within me, as if my whispered plea had awoken it again.
“What would your parents think? They’ll see the Jeep in your driveway.” He arched a brow.
“I’ll tell them you crashed on the couch.” I lifted my shoulder in a small shrug. “They don’t have to know who’s in my bed at night.”
He chuckled, slowly pulling out and rolling to my left. A mixture of him and I spilled, coating my inner thighs in our sex. Calum reached for the tissue box on my nightstand. Tugging a few out, he shifted so that he could clean up some of the mess. Once he’d wiped up the majority of it, a reflective silence fell over us.
He lifted his eyes to mine. “What about Asher?”
I inhaled, considering it. I hadn’t wanted to rush things because a part of me was still scared I’d be setting him up for major disappointment if things didn’t work, but Asher had already made it clear that hewanted us bothto move in with Calum, so I didn’t think he’d mind a sleepover.
“We’ll get up before him. Unless you don’t want to stay…”
“Of course, I want to,” he growled, rolling over and lifting me so that I was on top of him. His finger brushed lightly along my ribs, and I wriggled against him, letting a laugh out, burying my face against his chest in an attempt to keep quiet. His fingers stilled against my skin. “If I had it my way…I wouldn’t be apart from either of you, ever again.”
I lifted my head, my hair spilling over my shoulder, and studied him. His eyes were honest, raw—his touch reverent. “What about tours? Will you still go on them?”
“Not for a year or so, and not for longer than three months. And not without the two of you.”
“You’d want us to come with you?” I said this skeptically.
“Why not?” He grinned, lifting his hand to push the flyaway hairs from my face. “We can schedule summer tours, when Asher’s off school, and get a tour bus of our own.”
“And I’d just leave the bookstore?”
“No…” he said carefully, realizing that he was drifting into waters he hadn’t meant to venture into. “If you wanted to remain home and run your incredible book shop while I toured, I would fully support that. We would video call every day, and I’d fly you guys out whenever our schedules permit it. I just thought we could do family vacations mixed with work when I had to tour.”
The confidence that Cal usually exuded had dulled, and I could tell he was feeling vulnerable. I softened like butter.
“You have it all figured out, don’t you?” I whispered. He smiled, his calloused finger running along the edge of my jaw.
