Cal was crying. I was crying. This felt like a fucking exorcism.
“I love you,” Cal sobbed, lifting his hips to meet me, desperate for more. “I never stopped. I-I-tried to hate you but I couldn’t.”
“I love you,” I swore, driving into him, claiming him, burying myself in the only place I ever belonged. “I love you.”
“Fuck—Si—”
I felt him tighten around me. I knew he was close. I knew if I went faster, if I stroked him at the same time, he’d cum in seconds. And that’s exactly what I did. I reached down, wrapping my hand around him, matching the rhythm of my thrusts.
“Cum for me,” I growled.
“Fuck—finish inside me—please,” Cal pleaded.
When he came, he fell apart completely, shaking and sobbing in my arms. I followed him seconds later, filling him up just like he begged me to do, collapsing on top of him, my face buried in the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of him.
The room was quiet, save for our ragged breathing and the hum of the air conditioner.
Cal held me. His arms were locked around my ribcage in a vice grip. His legs were still wrapped around me, refusing to let go.
“Don’t go,” he whispered into my hair. “Don’t go back to your room.”
I lifted my head and kissed his jaw. “You’re never getting rid of me now, baby.”
The morning sun was already high, cutting through the gap in the heavy hotel curtains, but neither of us cared.
We weren’t asleep. We hadn’t been asleep for a while.
Calwas hovering over me, his weight familiar and grounding, his knees bracketing my hips. His hair was a disaster, his lips swollen, and he looked… he looked like he owned the world.
“My turn,” Cal murmured, his voice rough with sleep and need. He pressed a kiss to my jaw, his hand sliding down my chest, fingers tracing the muscles. “I missed this. I missed being inside you.”
I let my head fall back against the pillow, my breath hitching as his hand moved lower. “I missed it too,” I whispered, the confession tearing out of me. “God, Cal… I missed you.”
Cal paused, looking down at me, his eyes searching mine. “How much?” he asked, his voice dropping. “Tell me the truth, Si. In seven years… how many times did you look for this in someone else?”
I swallowed hard. I could lie. I could protect my pride. But I was done lying to him.
“None,” I breathed.
Cal froze. “None?”
“I saw people,” I admitted quickly, feeling exposed. “I tried to date. I tried to be normal. But… not men. I couldn’t.” I looked up at him, my eyes burning. “I haven’t been with a man since you. I haven’t done… this. I couldn’t let anyone else touch me like this. It felt wrong.”
The air in the room shifted instantly. The tenderness evaporated, replaced by something darker, heavier. Possessiveness flared in Cal’s eyes, dilating his pupils until they were almost entirely black.
“Seven years?” Cal growled, his grip on my waist tightening until I knew it would leave a mark. “You waited seven years for me?”
“I didn’t have a choice,” I whispered, reaching up to touch his face. “It was always you.”
“Fucking hell,” Cal groaned. He leaned down, his mouth hovering inches from mine. “Tell me. Tell me no other man has had you like this. Tell me I’m the only one.”
“You’re the only one,” I gasped, arching up into his touch. “No one else, Cal. Just you. It’s always been—”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The noise was like a gunshot in the quiet room.
“Kincaid! I know you’re in there! Open up before I go get housekeeping!”
