Savage (The Callie Leveaux Series Book 2) (8 page)

Why the fuck would the same guy that fucked her in a basement when she was fifteen years old be what she wanted now?

I’d planned to tell her that last night, too. The whole thing stemmed from my own insecurities, not my lack of trust in her. After trying to talk to her through her door for ten minutes before hearing the faint sound of her mp3 player blasting through her headphones though, I knew she wouldn’t have it.

Instead of pushing her, I walked to my bedroom and gave her the space she wanted.

And I hated every fucking second of it.

After I take a piss, I step into the shower and turn the water on full blast, trying in vain to wash the past few hours away.

Wrapping a towel around myself, I walk through the empty living room and into the kitchen. After grabbing a bottle of water, I head back toward my room past Callie’s door. I’m about to keep going, but something tells me to check and when I do, it’s unlocked.

Slowly pushing the door open, I look to find her bed empty, the covers still a mess.

The bathroom is still empty. For a second, I’m worried she’s still so pissed she slipped out while I was in the shower in an effort to avoid me. Glancing at my door, though, I see it slightly cracked.

Years of having an abusive father and a drug habit that left me feeling eternally paranoid is enough for me to know immediately I’d shut the door on my way out.

Pushing through my doorway, I find her lying in my bed beneath the covers, her face nestled into my pillow.

“Cal?” I say quietly, not sure if she’s awake until I see her hand moving. She’s playing with the charms on the chain I gave her, looking as exhausted as I feel. “Baby, you okay?”

“Hell no, I’m not okay, you jerk!” she admits, moving her eyes to meet mine.

“Callie,” I start, sitting on the bed and looking down at her, desperate to touch her but not sure if it’s welcome.

“Jesus baby!” she groans in frustration. “I’ve been up half the night, racking my brain and I still don’t fucking get it. Why didn’t you just throw it away, Tommy?”

I know I could lie to her and tell her the reason I wished I’d kept the sim card, but I won’t.

I know it and so does she.

Not sure how to answer her, I don’t say anything for a long minute. Eventually she breaks the silence again, but this time her voice is quiet.

“Do you think I fucked around on you?”

“No,” I answer immediately.

“Then why’d you keep it?”

Staring down at her eyes, I let out a sigh and prepare myself for what’s coming.

“Why?” she asks again, irritation covering her eyes. “Come on, Tommy. You always make me tell you all of my shit, so spit…”

“I was scared, Callie,” I blurt, hating the words even worse once I hear them out loud. “I was fucking scared that you thought you might change your mind about us and I panicked.”

Rubbing my hands over my face, I can feel her staring at me as she sits up, her back to the wall as she pulls her knees to her chest. When my eyes find her face again, she’s not gaping like I thought she might be. Instead, she’s nervously picking at the stitching on my comforter, her eyes eventually finding mine.

“Did you look at it?” she asks, her voice low.

“No,” I tell her, shaking my head as I stare at the floor, avoiding her eyes. “I don’t even want to, Cal. I don’t need to. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking last night. I just… Fuck, babe. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she says quietly. “I understand…”

“No, it’s not,” I cut her off, giving her my eyes. “I trust you more than I trust myself. All that shit last night? None of that was you, baby. You have to fucking know that Callie.”

“Are you sure, Tom?” she asks me, dropping the chain from her fingers against her chest and facing me. “Are you sure that you trust me? That you’re not just saying all this shit to make both of us feel better? Cause if you are, you gotta tell me,” she says, pushing her long bangs away, glancing up at me before looking away again. “Don’t feed me some ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ bullshit because I can’t take this shit over and over again. It’ll ruin us and I can’t…”

I watch as she bites down on her lower lip, a subconscious thing she’s done since we were kids to keep her emotions at bay. The way her hair brushes against her forehead, her restless bed hair spilling over her shoulder as she stays wrapped in her own vulnerability, her petite frame looks so much smaller.

“I’m not gonna fuckin’ do this with you, Tommy.”

“Look at me,” I say low, pulling her hand into mine and grabbing her attention. “Come here.”

She scoots closer before shifting up to her knees and making her way across the bed, sitting in front of me. I cup her face with my palms, holding her eyes and staring into her.

“I’m sorry, Cal,” I whisper, hating when her eyes stray from mine for a moment as her lower lip trembles slightly. “Come here, baby. I’m so sorry.”

Pulling her to my chest, she tucks her face into my shoulder, straddling me and lets me wrap my arms around her as she begins to cry softly against me.

“Don’t you
ever
treat me like that again, Tommy,” she warns me, covering her face with her hands.

Callie hates crying. She never does it so the fact that I’ve been responsible for her tears for a third time now has me feeling like a pile of shit.

“I won’t,” I promise, squeezing her tighter. “I’m sorry, baby. Please don’t cry.”

“I’m not crying,” she lies, sobbing harder when I kiss her hair.

“I know, babe,” I whisper into her ear, rubbing my hand over her lower back.

Once her breathing becomes steady, she rises so that’s she’s sitting up, her knees still resting at my sides. Lifting the bottom of her shirt, she wipes her face clean of tears and eventually meets my eyes.

“I’m yours completely, Tommy, but if you do it again, I
will
walk away. Do you hear me?”

“I hear you,” I say, gently squeezing her thighs. “Never again.”

Placing her hands on my chest, she leans over me and her lips hover as she searches my eyes for a second, hers still glossy from her tears.

“I love you, dickface,” she sniffs, her words causing me to let out a weak chuckle.

“I love you, too, baby,” I whisper, closing the distance between us and pressing my mouth to hers. When she lets out a sexy whimper, I slowly deepen the kiss and roll her over onto her back, tossing my towel to the side. “I love you so fucking much, Callie.”

As I run my lips down her neck, I push her oversized shirt up, my fingertips grazing her soft, trembling flesh.

 As badly as I want to claim her, dominate her completely, I know I’ve hurt her. Trying my best to rein in my craving, I move slow, waiting for her to tell me what she needs.

“God, I missed you,” I husk. “I want to take you so bad right now, baby.”

“So take me,” she whispers, rising slightly to pull the fabric over her head. “You never have to ask, Tommy. I belong to you.”

I hum against her skin as she places my fingers into her mouth before moving my hand beneath her tiny lace thong.

Spreading her legs wide for me, I slide my fingers into her. As always, she’s ready for me. I’ve not touched her all night, though, so I take my time tasting her skin before sitting up to watch her squirm beneath me.

“This is yours, Tommy,” she pants, grinding against my hand. “These tits,” she whispers, rising onto her elbows and squeezing them together as she holds my eyes, tracing my jaw with her tongue. “This mouth… Every inch of me is yours, baby. Always take what you want, however you want it.”

Sliding my fingers out of her, I suck them clean as I look down at her and search her eyes.

“You sure that’s what you want right now, Cal?” I ask.

“I want to please you, baby.”

“Please me by telling me what you want then, Callie. Tell me what you need.”

Holding my eyes, she bites down on her lip and lets out a low sigh. The same primal energy she’s had surging through her veins since the first night I met her is raging as her eyes meet mine.

“I need you to fuck the shit out of me, Tommy.”

Her words are all I need to wind my hand into her hair and lift her in front of me, both of us on our knees in the center of the mattress. Feeling the growl escape my chest as she lets out a gasp, I place my hand over her throat. I push her against the headboard roughly, instantly getting harder when she lets out a low moan. Her hands instinctively fly to the posts on the headboard behind her as I push my tongue into her mouth.

My grip on her throat tightens slightly as I swallow her whimper, bruising her full lips with the force of my kiss. Reaching low, I yank at the thin scrap of lace between her thighs and rip it from her before pulling away and shoving it past her lips.

“Stay where you are and keep quiet,” I order, moving my hand away from her throat when she gives me a slight nod, her eyes heavy in arousal.

Running my lips down her neck and sucking hard, I instantly mark her skin. I move my hands to her chest, squeezing both of her natural D cups in my palms hard enough to make her breathing falter. Raising my eyebrows at her in warning, she keeps still and doesn’t make a sound, her eyes staying locked on me.

“Good girl,” I whisper against her mouth, letting my tongue tease her lips, tasting a hint of her arousal on the lace between her teeth. “Spread your legs for me.”

Backing away from her slightly, I watch her do as she’s told as I wrap my hand around my base and begin stroking. As I take her in, I gently tease the entrance of her pussy with my fingertips. When her eyes drop to my cock, I slap her sex sharply, pulling her eyes back to mine.

After a second warning glance, I continue my teasing before laying back on the mattress and resting my head between her legs.

“Sit,” I instruct her, using one hand to lower her over my mouth, spreading her wide and dipping my tongue into her.

She’s already drenched for me, but as I start to move my hand over my shaft again, my mouth is flooded with her taste. I push my tongue into her, fucking her until she’s shaking with the need for release. Reaching up, I pull the lace from her mouth.

“Bend over and open your mouth, Baby,” I tell her, moving her to hover over my cock, pushing into her waiting lips.

Immediately, I spread her cheeks apart and pull her down over my mouth, thrusting into hers as she lets out a silent hum of pleasure around my shaft.

Once we’re both ready, I grip her hair, pulling my dick from her lips and pushing her ass away, forcing her back on her knees. Rising behind her, I pull her onto my lap and push into her, filling her instantly.

Yanking her head back by my grip on her hair, I push my tongue into her mouth as I drive into her. Pulling away slightly, I thrust into her, hovering over her lips.

“Wrap your arms around my neck and hold on, Callie,” I tell her and watch as she immediately winds her arms up.

Once I’m sure she’s ready, I grip her legs in my hands and rise up on my knees. Lifting her from the mattress completely, I use my arms and her body as leverage to slam into her from behind. In less than a minute, her pussy is clenching around me, begging for release.

“Now scream for me, baby,” I grind out through clenched teeth as I watch her eyes begin to flutter in pleasure.

Immediately, the near silent room erupts with the sounds of her loud moans.

“Fuck Tommy!” she shouts, gasping for air as I slam into her harder, faster.

“Give me what I want, Callie,” I husk out and she’s pouring over me, screaming my name until her voice is raspy.

She’s so wet, she’s dripping for me and as I sit her down on the mattress, her chest is heaving.

“Good girl,” I whisper as I bend her over, roughly pushing her chest onto the mattress and leaving one leg bent on the bed, the other touching the floor. “Give me your hands baby. I’m not done with you yet.”

Placing her hands behind her, I cross her wrists before locking our fingers together and pull out of her, immediately pushing into her ass.

She lets out a sharp gasp before biting down on her lip and groaning deep.

I drive into her, giving her every inch I have to give hard and fast.

“Look at me, baby,” I pant, watching her turn her head and stare up at me through the blonde strands falling over her face. Her eyes locked on mine as I push into her tightness again and again shoves me towards the edge within minutes. “I love taking your ass, baby. Fuck you feel so fucking good Callie.”

“Yours,” she mouths, knowing exactly what I need, but her voice failing her with my force and her next orgasm approaching quickly. Gripping her wrists in my hand tightly, I watch her fall apart around me as my hand comes down over her skin again and again. Although her eyes stay locked on mine, I watch her sanity slowly starting to flee her as she pants weakly, coming for me over and over again until her arousal is dripping from her, our wet thighs slapping together as I pound into her.

“You ready to take my come, baby?”

“Yes,” she manages.

Holding her hands tightly, I lift her off the mattress again. Slamming into her ass rapidly as her final orgasm comes immediately. She’s dripping over me as she clenches even tighter, taking me with her.

“Oh my God,” she whimpers in pleasure. “Oh my God, Tommy! Yes, baby!”

“Fuck Callie!” I shout out, filling her to the hilt.

Gently returning her to the mattress, I remove my grip on her wrists, both of us panting for breath.

Leaning back, I pull her with me against my chest. Pushing her hair out of the way, I lick a bead of sweat from her neck, loving the gentle hum that leaves her.

“Are you sore baby?” I rasp into her neck, resting my hand between her legs and massaging her pussy as I watch her eyes grow heavy. “You need me to pull out?”

“No,” she says immediately, her hand covering mine as she lets out a sigh. “Please don’t, baby. I want to stay just like this.”

“Okay,” I whisper into her hair, exhaustion creeping in on me as well. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” she says, somehow nestling closer into my chest and letting out a yawn before turning her head to kiss my bicep. “God, I love you so much, Tommy.”