Savage (The Callie Leveaux Series Book 2) (2 page)

“Hey,” she yawns, moving her thighs apart immediately to give me better access. “How was work?”

“Good,” I say, my lips roaming freely over her skin before stopping at her mouth to taste. “What about you? You feelin’ okay?”

“Yeah, my pussy’s a little sore,” she admits, letting out a low sigh when I begin gently massaging between her thighs.

My eyes find hers and I lean my head back against the arm of the couch beside hers, taking her in.

Jesus, she’s so fucking gorgeous
.

Moving my hand up, I lift her shirt enough so that her tits are exposed to me. I dip my head, licking and sucking them as I push my hand beneath her sweats, slipping a finger inside.

“Did you miss me today?” I whisper as I let my hot breath run over her nipple.

“I always do,” she whispers, lazily running her fingers through my hair as she lets me take what I want from her.

Rolling onto my back, I stretch her body over mine and push her sweats down, my scrubs falling to the floor with them as I force her legs apart.

“Sit,” I instruct quietly. “Show me how much you missed me, baby.”

As she lowers herself onto my length, she shudders with the combination of pain and pleasure. I let out a satisfied sigh and bend my arm behind my head, the other resting on her thigh as I watch her begin to slowly ride me.

I can tell the soreness she’s feeling is intense, keeping her from taking me as roughly as we’d both like. When she lets out a slight whimper, I can’t contain the knowing smirk that crosses my lips.

“What’s the matter, baby?”

“I’m too sore to take all of you,” she admits regretfully.

“Good,” I counter, bucking my hips into her and forcing her full. “That’s how I want you, baby.”

“Ah!”

“You’re going to stay sore for me,” I ground out, bucking into her again. “I want your pussy swollen for me.”

“Shit!”

“Aching for me,” I buck again.

“Fuck!”

“Needing me,” again, deeper this time.

“Tommy!”

“A constant reminder,” again. “So you never,” again. “Ever,” again. “Forget who owns you.”

I’m pounding into her ruthlessly now as she screams my name and begins clenching around me.

“You’re mine, Callie.”

Again.

“Yes!”

“Say it, Callie. Tell me your mine!” I order as I push into her hard, pressing down on her shoulders and raising my hips.

“I am, Tommy! I’m yours!”

She comes ferociously around me, screaming out in ecstasy. I love the way she not only allows, but craves my possession over every piece of her.

“Good girl,” I croon as I pump into her, holding her in place as her hands clamp down on my chest.

As my seed fills her, I hold her in place as bore my eyes into hers. Rolling my hips forward, my grip on her thighs tightens, pulling a sharp gasp from her.

Our breaths leave us in pants as we hold each other’s eyes. My cock is still pulsing inside her when she leans forward and rests her head against my slick chest.

“You okay?” I manage, resting my palm on her lower back.

She nods slightly, but says nothing. Gripping her hair gently, I force her eyes to mine and see that her eyes are still heavy.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing, just catching my breath,” she answers truthfully. “God, you’re a good fuck, Tommy.”

Her words cause me to chuckle as I bend to meet her lips.

“Learned from the best, baby,” I admit, giving her a chaste kiss.

“You did
not
fuck like that when we were fifteen,” she muses, biting on her lip.

“Maybe not, but I know what my girl likes,” I admit, surprising her when I lift her into my arms. “Come on. We gotta meet Richie at the diner.”

“For what?”

“I’ve decided to become a contract killer and he’s gonna give me my first mark,” I joke, laughing at her look of confusion. “For dinner, baby. Why the fuck else would we be meeting him at the diner?”

“I don’t know,” she laughs as I set her down in the shower and watch her turn the knobs on as I climb in behind her. “Shut up.”

After washing quickly, we dry off and make our way into her room which is still destroyed from the night before. Narrowly avoiding death, I step over the half dozen water bottles that still litter her typically pristine living quarters. I’m leaning over to help her pick up the mess when I see her towel drop from the corner of my eye.

I’ve seen her naked hundreds, maybe even thousands of times, but I never tire of staring at her body. Walking over to the entrance of the closet, I watch her pull the towel from her hair and begin rubbing it over her wet, blonde locks. Once she’s done, that too drops to the floor and she begins rummaging through her clothes.

“So what did you do today, babe?” I ask her, leaning against the frame, my eyes dancing over her.

“Nothing,” she admits with a yawn. “I woke up about twenty minutes before I called you, came to visit you at your office, came back here, took a shower, dyed my hair and fell asleep on the couch. Aside from fucking you on your lunch break, it was very boring,” she says, throwing me a wink as she yanks a short skirt from a hanger and pulls it up her legs. “Are we going anywhere else after dinner?”

“Do you want to go anywhere else after dinner?”

“Not really.”

“Then we aren’t going anywhere after dinner.”

“Perfect,” she smiles, pulling a tight red T-shirt over her bare chest and slipping on her Toms. “I’ll be ready in like ten minutes then.”

“Okay,” I say, holding her eyes and leaning in to kiss her. “Be right back.”

After grabbing a pair of jeans and a black v-neck, I pull my boots on and head back in her direction. When I find her, she’s perched in the chair at her vanity, one leg bent in the seat, unintentionally flashing me and causing my mouth to go dry as she whistles along to the radio, blow drying her hair.

When she sees where my eyes are resting, she smirks and throws me a wink before turning her attention back to the mirror.

Maybe it’s not as unintentional as I thought
.

Setting down the dryer, she quickly sweeps a makeup brush over her skin, applies mascara and lip gloss and turns to face me.

“Alright, I’m pretty now,” she jokes as she shuts the lamp off and stands. “Let’s go see Richie.”

“You’re always gorgeous. You don’t need all that shit on your face to be pretty.” I tell her, hooking my arm around her waist and pull her closer to me. “Come here. I got you something today.”

“Really?” she asks, her eyes lighting up and making me smile.

“Mhmm,” I nod, gently pushing her hair to one shoulder as I clasp the dainty gold chain around her neck.

When she lifts the charms with our initials now dangling from her neck into her hand, she remains quiet.

“Thanks baby,” she says, blush uncharacteristically creeping into her cheeks. “I love it.”

“You’re welcome,” I whisper, pressing my lips to her hair. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she whispers.

She runs her thumb over the charms quietly, not acting herself at all.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah,” she says, her eyes finally moving up to meet my gaze. “I’m glad it’s Friday, though. I’ve been anxious all day,” she admits.

“Why?”

Her eyes move down to my chest as she bites on her lip nervously and shrugs.

“I don’t know,” she says quietly.

“Bullshit,” I say softly. “Tell me.”

“It’s nothing,” she starts, letting out a long sigh. “I’m just used to having an
outlet
whenever I want. I’m not used to having to behave myself for such a long part of the day. You told me not to touch myself and then I didn’t see you for seven hours. Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I went seven hours with
nothing
?”

“Jesus, baby! How much do you masturbate?”

“Way too much to go seven hours with nothing,” she admits. “We’re gonna have to reassess these rules of yours if you don’t want me going crazy.”

“You’re callin’ the shots already, huh?” I ask, amusement creeping all over my face.

“For this? Yes.”

“Alright brat,” I sigh, holding her gaze. “You ready?”

“Yes,” she nods, taking my hand as I lead her to my car.

CHAPTER THREE

The Anxious

“Can you make the block before you pull in?” she whispers in a shaky voice as we get closer to the diner.

“Yeah,” I agree, taking in her nervous fidgeting.

I’d felt the anxiety rolling off of her the whole way over and I couldn’t wrap my head around it. Callie Leveaux never gets nervous, but right now, she’s a fucking mess.

“Thanks,” she manages, pushing a cleansing breath from her lungs.

“Why are you freakin’ out?”

“I’m not freakin’ out,” she lies.

“Bullshit.”

“Damn, Tommy,” she huffs. “Do I have to tell you everything?”

“Yes.”

“Ugh! Fine!” she snaps. “I’m nervous about going to see your brother.”

“Why? You love Richie.”

“Yeah, but shit’s different now.”

“How is shit different?”

“Um… Hello?” she says, gesturing between us like I need to get a clue. “I wasn’t fucking you before. Well, I guess a couple times I was, but not like I am now. I was still turning tricks then, so it wasn’t serious. Now it feels serious to me, does it feel serious to you? I mean, Richie has to know we fucked before, but not like we’re fucking now. Not that I think we’re just fucking or anything. Shit! I don’t know Tommy! I’m just fucking nervous, baby!”

“Okay first of all,” I start, unable to hide the amusement from my eyes. “You need to fuckin’ chill over there. Second, I still don’t get what you’re so nervous about. So we’re together, what does that have to do with Richie?”

“Richie’s your only family, Tommy.”

“So?”

“So… what if Richie doesn’t like the fact that you’re with me?”

“Then Richie can go fuck himself,” I laugh.

“Tommy, I’m serious!”

“And I’m not?” I start as I pull into the parking lot of the convenience store next door to the diner and cut the engine. Turning to face her, I watch her let out a deep breath as she continues to stare at her fidgety hands. “Look at me, babe.” When she meets my gaze, the pained look in her eyes kills me. “I don’t give two shits what anyone else says about us being together. Not your parents, not Richie,
no one
. I don’t know what the hell you’re freaking out about anyway. My brother loves you, Cal and since when do you care what anyone thinks? You never cared what anyone thought before.”

“That’s almost true,” she says quietly as she faces me. “Save for one, I’ve never cared what anyone thought of me. Just you.”

“Well, baby, you know I love you so why are you worried about seeing Rich?”

“Just because I don’t give a shit what Richie thinks doesn’t mean he can’t still hurt me,” she says in a low voice, shaking her head before facing me fully. “Tom, what if we go over there and he sees us together and he hates it. I’m not going to let you walk away from the only family you’ve got left. Not for me,” she proclaims, shaking her head with resolve. “Or what are you going to do if he tries to fuck me like he did the last time we all hung out? You gonna be able to walk away this time if he pisses you off? Because I couldn’t, Tommy… Not anymore. There’s just too much shit in the air right now with seeing Richie and I’m sorry to lay it all on you last minute. I should have told you sooner, but you asked and I’m not gonna lie to you. I just… I don’t want to deal with it yet.”

While I knew Callie loved me, her admitting how she felt about everything shed a new light on things I’d never realized she felt. Not only did it show me the vulnerable side she often shut off to the world, but it proves to me that she is serious about us. Although I’d never tell her as much unless she asked me, I’d be lying through my teeth if I said that hadn’t been a concern of mine.

Rubbing the pad of my thumb across her cheek, she leans into my palm and I search her features. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for this woman, so my next decision is a simple one.

“Come here,” I whisper, pulling her to meet my mouth.

I slowly press my lips to hers, loving the way she holds my eyes as I deepen the kiss. Dipping my tongue in to taste her, I pull a small whimper from her as she melts into me. As I pull away, I suck on her lower lip before hovering, still staring into her, savoring our connection as I brush the pad of my thumb over her mouth.

“I love you,” I whisper, giving her another soft, chaste kiss.

“I love you too, Tommy,” she says softly as she rests her palm on my jaw and pulls her lower lips in between her teeth.

“Put your seatbelt on, baby,” I tell her, turning the key in the ignition and listening as my Audi comes to life.

As I come out of the parking lot, I turn in the opposite direction of the diner and head back towards our apartment.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m taking you home,” I tell her, reaching for her hand across the console.

“Why? We’re already here.”

“I’m not ever going to make you do anything you don’t want to do, Cal,” I tell her as I pull up to the red light.

“So because I’m an anxious person, you aren’t going to see your brother? That’s stupid!”

“You’re right, that is stupid,” I laugh. “I’m gonna take you home, run back up here and talk to him for a few minutes. I’ll order us some dinner and bring it home.”

I can feel her gaping at me from her spot in the passenger seat as I get on the interstate.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” I tell her, speeding toward our exit. “I’ll only be an hour or so. He’s gotta work in the morning so he’ll keep it short and sweet.”

“Tommy, go to the diner!”

“I am,” I tell her, squeezing her hand and shooting her a wink. “Right after I take you home.”

As I pull into our complex only minutes later, she’s still giving me shit as I open her door for her and pull her to her feet.

“Tommy, why aren’t you listening to me?” she huffs, actually stamping her foot. “I’m not walking upstairs. This is ridiculous.”

Letting out a low sigh, I shake my head and hold her eyes.