I dig my nails into his leg, and his nostrils flare. “Chloe…”
It’s all he says before he spills into my mouth, filling me up with his cum. Spurt after spurt hits the back of my throat, and it’s so much so fast that it leaks out of the sides of my mouth. I can’t even begin to imagine what a mess I must be right now.
When he’s emptied himself, Callum releases me, tucking his cock back into his boxer briefs, and I fall back on my heels, trying to catch my breath. It’s pointless, because suddenly he’s grabbing me, hauling me to my feet. He wastes no time sealing his mouth over mine, and I groan into the kiss. He doesn’t care that my tongue is still coated in his cum, and it’s clear I’ve awoken a long-sleeping beast. He swoops me into his arms, and I let out a soft squeal.
“What are you doing?” I ask, but it comes out garbled.
Callum is still trying to kiss me, but he understands anyway. “I’m taking you to my room so I can fuck you properly.”
He says it so simply, as if I’m a fool for even asking. Maybe I am, because even though I wanted it and started this whole thing, I still wasn’t expecting tonight to lead here. I’m certainly not mad about it.
His still hard cock is pressed between my legs, and it hits all the right spots as he carries me out of the spare bedroom and to his. He drops me to my feet at the end of the bed, and his hands instantly go to the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head and tossing it aside in a flash.
Growing up, I was always bigger than the other girls my age. My thighs are thick, my ass and hips wide, my boobs always a bit too big, and I’ve never had a flat stomach in my life. I neverthought it was a problem until they did, then it was all I felt like people cared about.
Until Callum. He’s never said a mean thing about my body. In fact, it’s always been the opposite, which is why I’m relieved to see him raking his eyes down me with nothing but admiration. There’s nothing fancy about the simple black cotton bra I’m wearing, but it doesn’t matter. Callum is still looking at me like I’m wearing a Valentino gown walking a red carpet.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
Then he’s closing the small distance between us and kissing me again, and when his hands curl around my bare waist, I sigh.This. This is what I missed.Dying to feel his skin on mine, I tug at his shirt, and he understands what I want straightaway. He pulls the material over his head, tossing it aside.
Just like he did a moment ago, I take the time to appreciate him. He’s always been in good shape thanks to hockey, but he looks even better than he did before. His body is all hard edges and muscles, covered in tattoos. Aside from the lamp on his bedside table, it’s dark in the room, but I can still see that he has new ones, though I can’t make them out clearly.
What I can see uninhibited for the first time is the chain that dangles between his pecs, and it takes me no time at all to recognize what it is—a ring. The very one I slipped on his finger when I said “I do” all those years ago.
He still has it.
I don’t know why I thought differently. I still have my ring, even though I haven’t worn it. It was too hard to look down and see it, so I took it off and stashed it away in an old jewelry box I kept with me through all my travels.
When I first came to Seattle and saw he wasn’t wearing it, I wondered what he did with it, but I didn’t feel like I had the right to ask anymore. Seeing it now, even if he’s not technicallywearing it, I don’t know…it’s doing something to me that I didn’t expect.
“Fuck, Clover,” he mutters, and his thumbs swipe under my eyes, catching tears I wasn’t aware were falling. “Why are you crying?”
Instead of answering him, I reach out and trace the metal resting against the smattering of hair on his chest. He sighs, but it’s not with dejection. It’s understanding.
He leans forward, resting his forehead against mine as I keep my fingers on his chain. “I took it off after you told me you weren’t coming back,” he says quietly. “I’ll be honest and say I didn’t wear it for a long time. Hell, I didn’t look at it. I was angry. So fucking angry, Chloe. But then one day I stopped being mad, and I just started missing you. More than I already did. So, I took it out of the box I’d put it in, got this chain, and wore it. It wasn’t the same as having it on my finger, but it made me feel closer to you, and that was all I really wanted. I just wanted to know you were still out there and we were maybe still an option, to know even though we were miles apart, you were still mine.”
I am yours, I want to say.I’ve always been yours.But the words won’t come. They’re stuck in my throat, and I can’t force them out.
So I don’t. I take the ring in my hand and tug him to me, pressing my lips against his in a long, hard kiss. It’s slow at first, then it’s not, and it’s like everything I’ve bottled up for the last few years comes spilling right out of me, and Ineedhim. I want to touch him and taste him, and I want to feel him inside me more than I’ve ever wanted before.
“Callum…” I say between kisses. “I need…”
I don’t even need to say it, because he already knows. He slowly backs me to the bed and pushes me down gently. I fall to the mattress, then scoot my way up, Callum stalking me thewhole way. I settle against the pillow, and he hovers over me, his eyes dark.
“You know,” he says, a wolfish smirk on his lips as he watches his fingers tracing along the waistband of my leggings. “Part of me is saying to tease you as you teased me earlier, and I have to admit that retribution sounds nice. But what I want even more is to taste you.” He flicks his gaze back to mine. “Can I taste you, Clover?”
I nod before he’s even finished asking, and he chuckles darkly as he leans down and fits his mouth against mine. The kiss is lazy and, quite frankly, rude. How can he ask me what he just did, then kiss me like this?
Sensing my frustration, he moves on from my lips, but just to my chin, peppering kisses there over and over. I groan, and he laughs.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Do you not like being messed with?”
“No, and I know now how mean I was earlier. So can we pretend I’ve apologized, and you can get on with…”
He pulls back, looking down at me with one lifted brow. “With what?”
I roll my lips together, shaking my head.
