Page 37 of On Thin Ice

Her eyes are still wide with fear, trembling hands grip my t-shirt in her small fist, pulling my body across to cover her’s.

“I don’t want him to see me, I can’t deal with him tonight.” She whispers in defeat and I turn back to face her, still concealing her tiny frame behind my huge one. “I think one mental breakdown is enough for one night.” I drop a kiss to her temple. “He can’t do anything here baby, don’t worry.” “I am worried Sean, I know how manipulative he can be.” She sighs, scraping her curls back into a bunch.

“Yeah well, I'm here, so he won’t do shit.” I growl, looking over my shoulder at Joel’s smug face again.

Nick’s such a fucking arsehole for inviting the football team tonight, after I specifically told him not to. There’s a good chance he’ll be feeling my fist against his jaw at some point in the next week if he doesn’t stop pulling stupid shit like this. Joel follows Nick across the room, landing with a soft thud on the couch that faces away from the kitchen, so I drag Callie behind me towards the island.

We manage to avoid Joel for another hour, hovering in the kitchen, me constantly checking over my shoulder to watch his every breath incase he decides to come over here. I’m pretty sure he hasn’t spotted Callie or me considering we’ve barely moved from our spot since he got here. I've tried to steal as many kisses from her as possible but before she allows herself to get lost in me she breaks our lips apart and her worried eyes flicker back to Joel. I’ve been holding my piss for almost a solid hour now and I'm at the point where I'm squirming on the spot, grabbing at my crotch in discomfort.

“Callie I've really got to piss, come with me.” I reach for her wrist and she allows me to hold it as she takes another sip of her drink.

She was right, the sex and the crying really did sober her up and it’s like she started from scratch when we came back downstairs. She’s by no means drunk right now, but I know she’s hoping the liquid courage will aid her if Joel does set his eyes on her tonight.

She shakes her head, letting her emerald eyes land on mine. “It’s ok, I'll be fine here for a minute while you go.”

I don’t want to leave her alone, I really don’t want to leave her alone but I know better than to fight Callie on something once she’s made up her mind.

I give her a quick nod and hold my lips to her cheek for a moment before scurrying off to the downstairs bathroom before my piss escapes and creates a puddle on the floor. I can hear the bustle from inside the bathroom, groaning with intense relief when I release a shower of piss over the toilet bowl, tipping my head back and releasing a breathy sigh. “What the fuck was that phone call Callie? You’re with Sean Taylor now? Are you fucking stupid?” I hear a muffled voice spit from the kitchen. The bathroom door and where I left Callie standing are within a few metres of each other and now the music has died down I can hear everything.

“Fuck, he moves fast.” I mutter, fumbling to zip up my jeans and dashing back out the bathroom, not even bothering to wash my hands. I guess Joel had spotted us loitering in the kitchen after all and was just waiting for his moment to pounce on my girl the second she was left alone.

I hear a grunt from Callie before she shrieks, “Let go of my arm Joel!” I crash out of the bathroom and grab my girl from behind, sliding her body behind me and releasing her from Joel’s bruising grip on her forearm. My brain is foggy, red mist circling my every thought and making me want to do nothing but smash this guys skull with my foot like a pumpkin. Instead my palms collide with his chest, pushing him back and making him almost trip over his own feet before he catches himself on the kitchen island behind him.

A sound between a snarl and a growl rolls up my throat. “Put your hands on her again and see what happens.”

I know everyone’s eyes are now on us, the commotion drawing in the drama loving assholes but I couldn’t care less in this moment. Joel’s lips flicker with a knowing smirk as his eyes roll down my body. I have at least four inches on him and I know by the tiny gulp — that he thinks I don’t see — that he’s at least a little intimated by me. “You’ll be done with her soon anyway and then she’ll be begging me to fuck her again.” He mutters, murky eyes searching for Callie as she keeps herself hidden behind me, her wall of protection.

I bark a laugh, ready to crush his pathetic little daydream about ever touching my girl again but she beats me to it, moving around my body and crushing her back against my chest.

“Your dick is tiny Joel, get over yourself.” She snarls and I snake my arms around her tight stomach, holding her securely against me and letting a proud grin split my face.

You tell him baby.

“Fucking slut,” Joel whispers under his breath as Callie attempts to drag me back towards the stairs, leaving this pathetic weasel alone in the kitchen. I roll my neck and spin back around to face him, stepping into his space and blocking his line of vision.

I tip my face down to his. “Sorry I didn’t quite catch that, could you repeat what you just said a little louder?” I say with contempt, my tone laced with patronising aggression.

“I said,” he stands taller, pretending like his eyes don’t keep falling to my balled up fist that rests against my leg. “She’s a fucking slu—” I don’t give him chance to finish that word before my solid fists lands on his jaw, connecting with his nose soon after and sending him crashing into the island. He lands, like a crumpled mess on the floor, gripping his nose and looking up at me like I'm a crazed murderer. I certainly would consider murder after hearing him use such a derogatory word to describe my beautiful girl. The laughable part is that she couldn’t be further from a slut, it took me a hell of a lot of begging and persuading just to get her on a date with me, she made me work even harder to get a taste of her heavenly pussy.

I grab the collar of Joel’s stupid, fucking preppy shirt and haul him outside, almost lifting his feet off the floor as he continues to hold his nose in place. He groans in pain as I launch him onto the front lawn, watching him scramble to his feet and back away from me like he’s an injured gazelle and I'm the monstrous lion who’s hunting him. I slam the front door, not taking notice when it rattles the entire house from the force of my slam. I point a warning finger at Nick who’s eyes are bulging out of his head from where he sits on the couch, Lewis gaping on his left and Kyle’s prideful smirk on the right.

“He doesn’t set foot in this fucking house again do you hear me?” I bellow and Nick nods, any sign of his usual arrogance disappearing into thin air. My eyes immediately scan the kitchen for Callie, her small frame leaning against the kitchen counter looking less than surprised by my outburst. I think she’s the only one who could have predicted that I’d break Joel’s nose over a comment like that, as when I approach her she simply rises on her toes and kisses the frown that’s pulling down on my mouth. “Let me see your arm where he grabbed you.” I say quietly, lifting her forearm and examining the red fingerprint that’s made it’s home on her skin.

I don’t fucking like that one bit, it’s making me sick to my stomach to see another man’s handprints on her. I’m the only one who gets to leave my mark on her body, she’s mine and only mine. The protective, possessive monster rears it’s head again and I yank her into me, swallowing her with my body and inhaling the scent of her coconut shampoo, forcing the burning anger to dissipate from my chest. I need to focus on her, making sure she’s ok, not on that fucking waste of oxygen that thinks he still owns her. I drop urgent kisses all over her bare shoulders, her neck, her freckled cheeks and she hums with comfort ridden happiness.

“I’m ok Sean, really I am.” She whispers as my lips detach from her neck. I bury my face in her shoulder, lifting her from the ground and bringing her to my height. “Don’t say you’re ok.”

“But I am,” she protests, curling her fingers into the wisps at the nape of my neck. “I promise.” She whispers, her warm breath tickling the shell of my ear and making me shiver. “Thank you for doing that for me.” I pull my face out of her warm neck and catch her eyes with mine. “Anytime,”

I plant a soft but possessive kiss on her pink lips and sigh as her tongue gently traces the length of my bottom lip.

Callie could so easily ruin me, make me fall in love with her and then break my heart. But I’d let her, if it meant I got even five minutes of her love, I’d let her fucking destroy me.

Chapter 30

Callie

The hockey team are no longer using our floor for their weight training, their gym was fixed about three weeks ago, the weak water pipe that continued to burst was replaced and there have been no problems since. As much as I love being around Sean — and I really do — I can’t say I wasn’t relieved to hear the hockey team would no longer be stealing our precious training time. My routines have improved slightly, I've been working my ass off trying to perfect them since competition season has started and I finally feel like I'm getting somewhere. Don’t get me wrong they’re far from gold medal standard but I've been scoring pretty well in my competitions considering these routines were the bane of my existence only a couple of months ago. Sean tells me how proud he is of me when I come home from a weekend of competitions and it makes my heart skip a beat every time those words leave his lips. I miss him insurmountably when I'm away, even though it’s only for two days it feels like I'm missing an arm without him. When I come home to him he rubs my sore thighs and massages my back before devouring my pussy like he hasn’t eaten in weeks. I know I'm falling in love with him and I fear I'm in so deep now there’s absolutely no way I'll escape without having my heart broken in the process.

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