Savage (The Callie Leveaux Series Book 2) (4 page)

“Okay,” he nods.

I know I should say something else to him, but it’s taking all I’ve got to not storm out of this fuckin’ diner right now and go ballistic. I’ve been through a lot of shit and every single fucked up thing in my life can be tied to the man who raised me, the man who’s now telling my brother that he’s changed. Richie might fall for that shit, but I won’t. Not ever again.

We sit in silence for a few minutes, neither of us sure what to say next until the waitress comes back over.

“You two need anything?”

“Yeah,” I tell her, clearing my throat and giving her my carryout order and facing him again.

We spend the next ten minutes catching up on random shit until the waitress brings my food over and I thank her as I hand her a twenty.

“I gotta get the fuck out of here,” I tell him in a low, gravelly voice as I move to stand. “Cal’s waiting on me and I got…”

When he sees me gesturing toward my head, he sees me slipping into a bad place and nods his understanding.

“Alright,” Richie says, tossing a five on the table and standing with me. Following me quietly, we make our way outside towards where my car is parked a few spots down from his. “I’ll give you a call sometime next week, see how you’re doing.”

“Okay bro,” I tell him, pulling him in for a hug before I get in the car and head back to the apartment.

My head’s still fucked by the time I make it up the stairs and push the front door open.

Callie’s still spread out over the couch exactly how I left her, topless and her short skirt pushed up her legs. One hand rests lazily over her stomach while the other is absentmindedly playing with the gold charms on the necklace I gave her this afternoon. As I push the door shut, she looks up from the chick flick she’s got playing low in front of her on our big screen and gives me a sultry smile.

“Hey baby,” she says softly.

And just that quick, everything in my head begins to calm.

“Hey,” I respond low, taking her in as I set the bag holding our food down on the coffee table and hand her the half melted peanut butter milkshake she asked for.

“You didn’t get one?” she asks as she sits up on her elbow and sips from the straw, letting out a low, appreciative hum of pleasure.

“No,” I tell her, my eyes still dancing over her as I sit on the end of the couch by her feet.

“Thanks for getting me dinner, baby,” she says, pushing herself up the rest of the way and leaning over to give me a kiss.

The salty sweet of the milkshake is on my lips when she pulls away. As I slip my tongue out to taste, her eyes dart to my mouth and I hear her breathing falter slightly.

“You okay?” she asks quietly, causing me to nod slightly.

“Yeah,” I husk against her lips, shaking the last of the shit from my head. “My head’s just…”

“Tommy,” she whispers, her eyes full of understanding as she runs the pad of her thumb over my lower lip. “Don’t think about that shit, baby.”

Gripping my neck, she gently pulls me down lower to meet her mouth, kissing me gently again. As her eyes hold mine, she moves her leg to straddle me and in just seconds, she’s perched on top of me. My hands instinctively rest on her thighs, pushing under her already raised skirt to find her hips and gripping her possessively.

“I’m trying,” I admit as I peer down into the grey eyes that both know and own what’s left of my broken soul. “Seeing Rich just…”

“Shh, I know, baby,” she whispers, resting her hand against my face and holding my gaze.

Callie knows all about the shit I went through. She knows all about the places my mind go to when I see Richie or am faced with my past. She not only knows everything, she’s saw it happen firsthand.

Callie Leveaux knew me at one of my darkest points and with the exception of Richie, she’s the only person that never left my side. I told her shit I never have and never will tell another soul and she never judged me.

Matter of fact, I think it may have made her love me even more.

The thing about addiction is that as hard as it is to kick, it’s easy as fuck to slip back into. Whether she’ll admit hers out loud or not, Callie’s addiction helps her understand mine. Because of that and all the other shit we’ve been through together, she’s the only one who’s ever been able to help me escape my head.

I’m in the middle of a particularly fucked up memory when her soft, raspy voice pulls me back to reality.

“Don’t think about it anymore, okay?” she whispers, her lips so close I feel them lightly moving against mine. “Let me help you feel better.”

As she hooks her arm around my neck, she pushes her tongue into my mouth, every stroke of her tongue pushing the darkness away from my mind. She lets out a soft moan of pleasure when I return her kiss with more force and I feel us begin to melt into each other. Her tongue laps at mine slowly before I feel her begin to suck, pulling a groan from my chest. As she bites down on my lip, her eyes flutter open and find mine already gazing back at her.

Gradually, the memories that haunt me begin to fall away, one by one, and all that remains is us.

“Your mouth tastes so good, Callie,” I husk out, eventually breaking the kiss and holding her hooded gaze.

“You think that’s good, you should taste the rest of me,” she breathes against my mouth before raising her playful gaze to meet mine, biting down on my lip.

Chuckling darkly against her mouth, I slip a finger between her thighs as I hold her eyes. Reaching for the cup in her hand, I take a sip and set it on the table beside me before roughly pushing her back onto the couch. The force causes her to let out a gasp and before she has a chance to recuperate, my mouth is on her.

“Shit Tommy!” she shrieks when my cold tongue makes contact with her swollen clit.

I use one arm to pin her down, my shoulders holding her knees apart. For a second, she struggles against the feel of the cold against her, but it’s short lived.

As I spread her open with my fingers, flattening my tongue against her and lapping at her in long, torturous strokes. She begins grinding against my face in minutes, her hand resting in my hair and gripping hard, keeping me in place as she shudders in pleasure. Sucking her into my mouth, I begin teasing her with my fingers, slipping them in slowly until she’s panting, gasping for air.

“Please baby,” she begs. “Please make me come, Tommy!”

Raising my eyes to meet hers, I thrust my fingers in deep as I wrap my lips around her clit and begin to suck hard. The action causes her head to drop back in pleasure, her eyes to flutter closed. As I bite down in protest, she lets out a sharp gasp and her eyes pop open, immediately meeting mine as she continues to heave, grinding her slick pussy against my mouth.

“Good girl,” I hum around her, immediately thrusting my fingers back in and sucking with more force, sending her into a spiral.

This time, her heavy eyes stay locked on me as she pants my name. When she comes into my mouth, I let out another groan, loving the taste of her release as it washes over my tongue. She continues to moan as I lap at her, refusing to waste even a drop. When she’s licked clean, I kiss her swollen clit and slowly release my grip on her thighs.

“Better?” I ask as I rise slightly.

“Yeah,” she admits quietly, holding my eyes. “Come here, baby. Let me get a taste.”

Her request has my already hard dick throbbing and immediately I lean over her and kiss her deeply, loving the way she whimpers into my mouth in pleasure.

“Mmm, pussy and peanut butter,” she hums against my lips, moving her hand to the zipper on my jeans as she begins licking my chin clean.

Callie’s told me at least a dozen times that no matter how many times she’s fucked other women, she’s just not into it.

Somehow knowing the way she’s lapping at my skin and licking me clean is purely for my benefit is even more of a turn on.

Pushing my jeans down, she grips my shaft and lets out a shudder of anticipation. Reaching the tip, she runs her fingers over me and collects the drops of liquid while I watch.  As she begins licking her fingers clean, her eyes never leave my dick as she lets out a shudder.

“God, I fucking love your cock, Tommy,” she mewls, finally lifting her eyes to meet mine.

She places her hands on my shoulders and pushes me back slightly before bending in front of me. Gripping me at my base, she slowly runs her tongue up the side of my shaft. Reaching the tip again, she wraps her lips around me and laps before dipping her head into my lap, taking as much of me as she can. On her way back up, she sucks hard, pulling a long groan from me before she slowly begins her descent again. In minutes, she sits up and meets my eyes.

“Please fuck my mouth, Tommy,” she pants desperately, sweeping her bangs out of her eyes as she drops to her knees in front of the couch between my legs. She begins squirming slightly as she pulls my jeans further down my legs, removing them completely as her eyes move hungrily over me. “Please, I want all of it,” she rasps out in a needy voice as she pushes me back against the sofa.

Before I can respond, she’s already lowering her head and swallowing me again. As I grip her hair and raise my hips slightly, she lets out a primal moan and opens wider for me.

In no time, I’m slamming against the base of her throat, giving her exactly what she wants. Her obvious need to take all of me and the low hum that vibrates around my shaft as she lets out groans of pleasure have me climbing in no time. Her palms are gripping my thighs and I use my free hand to clasp onto one of hers, moving it away.

“Play with your pussy for me, baby,” I manage through clenched teeth as I continue to slam into her mouth.

As she makes contact, I hear her loud moan around my cock and the sensation sends me into overdrive. The heat in my stomach begins to build and I know it won’t be long until I’m ready to explode.

As amazing as her mouth feels as I drive my cock into it, I won’t be satisfied until I feel her clenching around me.

After a few more thrusts, I know I’m nearly done for. Pushing her away from my lap, I use my grip on her hair to roughly pull her eyes to mine. Immediately, I come off the couch and push her back onto the floor, pinning her down and shoving into her drenched pussy. Holding her wrists down, I pound into her hard, giving her all ten inches at once.

“Fuck!” she gasps. “Oh my God, Tommy!”

“It’s yours, Callie,” I grind out, gripping her jaw with my free hand. “Every inch of this cock is for you, baby.”

As her eyes twinkle back at me in carnal satisfaction, I continue to drive into her. Keeping one hand locked on her wrists, I grip her shoulder with the other, fucking her ruthlessly and loving the way she begins to fall apart beneath me. Her normally raspy voice is even huskier from her raw throat as she pants my name out, climbing faster toward her orgasm. When she starts to pulse around me, my eyes bore into hers.

“Give it to me,” I order against her swollen lips. “I want you dripping all over my cock, Cal. Come for
me
, baby.”

“Tommy!”

“Come for the one who owns you, Callie,” I command and my words send her over the edge.

As she screams out, she begins clenching around me as her pussy swallows every drop I have to give. Gradually, her eyes begin to take on the dreamy, sated heaviness I crave from her.

When I release the tight grip I have on her wrists, she immediately places her hands on the sides of my face and pulls me to her mouth, kissing me soft and slow as we come down together. When she pulls away, the look in her eyes isn’t one I’m used to seeing from her.

“I thought you might not come back after you talked to Richie,” she admits as she buries her face in the crook of my neck.

“Callie,” I whisper her name in surprise as I let her words hit me. “Baby, why would you…”

“I know you said it didn’t matter what he said,” she cuts me off, her voice thick. “But once the thought crept in, I couldn’t make it go away, Tommy. For the first time in my whole life, I was scared.”

When her breathing becomes shaky, I roll onto my back and wrap my arms around her, pressing my lips gently against her temple.

“I’d never leave you, babe. You already know my terms,” I tell her, running my hand over her back as she nods against my chest.

“Yeah,” she says quietly as she raises her head to meet my eyes. “Kickass roommate who doesn’t fuck anyone else.”

“Yep,” I chuckle, bending my neck to kiss her. “Don’t worry about anything else, okay?”

“Okay,” she says, letting out a sigh.

Holding my eyes as I stare back at her, I’m not worried about all the shit that was just assaulting my mind.

In fact, for the first time in my life I’m content.

CHAPTER FIVE

The New

“Hey Tom?” she says quietly from her spot on the couch beside me, pulling my attention from the movie we’re only halfway watching.

“Hmm?”

I look down to find her biting her lip in deliberation for a second before she speaks again.

“Nevermind,” she says, shaking her head and eating a cold French fry.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she says.

“Bullshit.”

“It’s nothing, Tommy!” she says, exasperated as she turns her head away from the television to face me. “I was going to ask you something and I changed my mind. Is that okay?”

“No,” I tell her, chuckling when she rolls her eyes. “Don’t be a pussy, Cal. Just ask me what you wanna ask me, baby.”

“Ugh! Fine!” she groans, eating another French fry and setting her box down on the coffee table. “I was just sitting here thinking about shit and there was something I realized I’ve never done. I was going to ask you to do it, but I don’t want to anymore. I changed my mind.”

Trying to imagine something Callie’s never done has my brain pulling up blanks. No part of me judges her for her past, but it does have me struggling to come up with anything.

“What was it?”

When I see her hesitate, I raise my eyebrows, silently telling her I have no intention of dropping the subject.

“I was going to ask you…”

“Spit it out.”

“A date, Tommy,” she blurts. “I’ve never been on a date so I was going to ask you if you’d take me on one.”