It seemed I was repeating history, bringing the girls up by myself. Only this time it had been by choice. If only I’d told Callum the truth, we might’ve just been that picture-perfect family. I could’ve seen what I’d missed out on, given the girl's everything they deserved. But that ship had sailed.
Had my decision to shut Callum out, six years ago, been the right one? I didn’t know.
And to shut him out now? Maybe it was self-preservation, or maybe I was just plain scared to let him in again.
“Iknew you’d have to stop by eventually,” I spoke, alerting her of my presence. I shut the door behind me. Finally, there she was with no way of escape.
“Fuck. Callum, you scared me.” She gasped as she spun around, “Well, considering I own the place, yeah you’re guaranteed to find me here on occasion.” She didn’t look up as she spoke and I hated that. I needed her to look me in the eye, I needed that connection that sizzled every time we locked eyes.
“Did you get my message?”
“Yes.”
Oh. That stumped me for a split second. She’d gotten my message but still hadn’t bothered to talk to me. It’s not like she would’ve had trouble finding me, if I wasn’t at practice I’d been here, pathetically waiting for her to show up.
“Look, I’m really busy and I’ve only got a couple of hours…”
I remained silent. My arms were crossed over my chest, my stance widened as I waited for her. She’d need to leave eventually and as of that moment, it was my mission to block her only exit, to force her one way or another to stop what she was doing and fucking look at me.
Yes, I got that she was pissed at me. It was very likely that she’d have been happy to go on with her life without ever seeing or hearing from me again. But that wasn’t going to happen.
I felt like I’d finally gotten a piece of her back. A small piece, sex, but it didn’t matter because she was still back in my life. The more time I spent around Melody the more I started to realize why my marriage and other relationships had failed. Melody O’Connor.
She was the one that had got away and I’d just spent the last six years biding my time, while inside I was missing her.
Finally, I was here, so close to getting what I wanted and I wouldn’t let that be torn away by a misunderstanding. I wasn’t willing to throw this, whatever it was, away as easily as I did last time.
Mel turned, eyes still glued to the clipboard in her hands. “Will you please move?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
It was childish but I didn’t care. I would have tried anything that I thought might make her resolve crumble. “I don’t want to.”
“Callum, move.”
I sighed in frustration. Bored with the verbal tennis match I acted rashly, grabbing the clipboard from Mel’s hands and throwing it onto the floor. That got her attention, her head snapped up, eyes blazing with outrage.
I was so far past wanting eye contact.
My hands grabbed onto the back of her jean-clad thighs and wrapped them around my waist as I backed her up against the metal framework shelving. I claimed her lips with mine. I was impatient - I couldn't wait for a second longer. There was nothing gentle about the kiss. I took what I wanted unapologetically. I parted her lips with my tongue and scraped my teeth against her bottom lip.
At the action, Melody let out a moan that I imagined could have been audible from the corridor outside the closet door. The noise resonating through my entire body, sending vibrations all the way to my toes.
Nails scored up my back and over my shoulders, in response, my hips ground into hers. The heat emanating from between her legs had my erection pulsing with need. After that stroke of my hips, I was lost.
Mel’s feet hooked and dug into my ass cheeks. She began grinding against me, using me as her very own metaphoric scratching pole.
I wasn’t going to complain. My body was at her disposal.
As I released her lips to continue my assault down her neck, I found the sweet spot below her ear and revelled in the vocal pleasure that I was pulling from her mouth. “Have you missed me?”
Melody’s sharp inhale of breath only spurred me on more.
“Stop.”
“Why?” I rasped while digging my fingers into her ass to pin her in place. She wasn’t escaping that easily.
