Page 4 of Jacked and Jaded

“Say hello to your mother!” Clint shouted down the hall after her. “And don’t forget to be home in time to get ready. You know how I hate being late.”

She knew she was chancing his wrath by not acknowledging what he just said, but she didn’t care. She ground her teeth together to keep from saying what she really wanted to say. The day was coming very soon when she was going to leave him and never look back. God, she couldn’t wait for that day.

Calliope heardClint’s car pull out of the garage and finally relaxed enough to check herself out in the mirror. She released the belt on her robe and let it slide to the floor. Standing naked, she took inventory of what this round of sex had cost her. The first thing she found was a round ring-shaped bruise forming on her ribs from where the fruit bowl had been digging into her side. She also had a hand print bruise on her upper left arm from where he’d grabbed her and a straight line of bruising across her upper thighs from being continuously banged into the edge of the table. What hurt the most, and he knew this, was between her legs where he’d forced himself inside her. This was the third time he’d taken her like that, not caring that she wasn’t wet.

Damn. She was going to be sore for days. She might have to rethink the massage part of her spa day with her mom. If her mom saw her bruises, she’d be worried and Calliope hated to see her mom upset. Maybe she’d tell her about Clint and what she’d been going through later, but for now, this visit was about her mom and seeing that she enjoyed her birthday.

She didn’t know what had gotten into him these last six months, but Clint wasn’t the same man she thought she might be falling in love with. For the first six months after she moved in with him, he’d been loving, romantic and attentive. Everything she thought she wanted in a man.

Right around that six-month mark, things began to change. One night he brought home an associate from work with him. His name was Bruce and she’d met him at a dinner the law firm Clint worked at was sponsoring. It was obvious they’d been drinking. Clint’s eyes were glassy and his face was flushed. She could smell the booze on them from where she was standing. It was late and she’d been worried about him, thinking something might have happened to him. She’d been in her nightgown and robe, watching the local news, hoping she didn’t see his car, wrecked somewhere, when the sound of the garage door opening came from the kitchen.

She’d jumped from the couch, happy that he made it home safely. Calliope sped to the kitchen, coming to an abrupt halt when she found he wasn’t alone. He had Bruce with him and they were laughing at something funny, leaning on each other. At first, Clint didn’t seem happy to see her. “Calliope? What are you doing up? I thought you’d be in bed.”

She glanced between Clint and Bruce before she replied. The way Bruce was ogling her bare legs made her very uncomfortable. It was creepy and gave her an “ick” vibe. She pulled her short robe tighter around her, then tightened the belt. Focusing on Clint, she answered his question. “I couldn’t sleep. I was worried about you. You usually call and let me know when you’re going to be late. Since you didn’t, I was afraid you might’ve been in an accident.” Clint knew her father had died in a car accident and how much that bothered her. He’d promised to always let her know if he was running late, so she wouldn’t worry needlessly.

Clint watched the way Bruce was staring at Calliope, his face changing from annoyed as to why she would be worried, to smug, knowing his friend coveted his girlfriend. Smiling broadly, he said, “Didn’t I tell you she was hot all the time and not just for company parties?” He elbowed Bruce in the side. “And she fucks like a machine.”

Calliope’s eyes rounded and her voice came out strangled. “Clint?”

“Yes, you did, Clint. She is fucking hot.” Bruce’s gaze checked her out from head to toe and back again.

Not liking the direction their discussion was headed, she figured she’d make her escape before things could escalate. With the way things had been going with Clint lately, she wouldn’t put anything past him. “Well, I’ll leave the two of you to whatever you need to do and head up to bed. Goodnight.”

As she went to pass Clint, he reached out and grabbed her arm, keeping her from leaving. “Hold on, baby. Where are you running off to so fast?” He pulled her into his chest and rested his hands on her ass, giving each globe a squeeze.

“I was going to go to bed so you and Bruce can have some privacy,” she whispered, while checking to see if Bruce was paying any attention to them. Crap. The way he was watching gave her the creeps. She had to fight hard to suppress the shudder of disgust she was feeling.

“Bruce? Didn’t you need to use the bathroom?” Clint’s eyes never left Calliope’s. There was a glimmer in his eyes she’d never seen before. It was almost calculating and it scared her.

“Uh, yeah.”

“In the hall. First door on the left.”

Calliope heard the sound of Bruce’s dress shoes on the hardwood floors as he moved farther away from them and disappeared down the hall. She took the opportunity to ask Clint what he was doing here. “What’s he doing here so late?”

“We went to dinner with a client. We had some drinks. A lot of drinks, actually, so he drove me home. He said he needed to use the bathroom before hitting the road again. You didn’t want him to use the bushes, did you?”

“Well, no.” Whatever she was going to say next was cut off as Clint’s mouth descended on hers. At first, she held back, not wanting to get caught making out by Bruce, but soon found herself responding. He untied her robe and palmed her breast as he deepened the kiss.

Clint pulled back from the kiss suddenly, and spun her around to face the island. She lost her balance and might have toppled if he hadn’t her back to his front. His mouth went straight to her neck, kissing and nipping below her ear. One hand groped her breast again and the other slipped into her panties, moving straight to where she was craving his touch. As he worked her clit, all she could think about was reaching the orgasm his touch promised. She vaguely registered that he’d worked her panties down her legs, until she felt cool air caressing her bare pussy, then reality tried to seep in.“Clint? What are you doing? Your friend could come in here any minute.”

“I know. It’s exciting, isn’t it? The thought of getting caught? We need to make this quick.”

“Clint, I really don’t think this is a good idea.” Her protest was completely ignored. One of Clint’s fingers found its way inside her and all thought about getting caught slipped her mind. She could feel his other hand working behind her to free himself from his pants and her heart rate escalated. His continued to nip at her neck raised goose bumps down her arm, sending shivers to race down her arms. Caught up in what Clint was doing, her breathing grew shallow in her excitement as she waited impatiently for his cock to enter her. A noise off to her right grabbed her attention. She started to turn her head in that direction, but Clint took her chin in his hand, bringing her head so he could get to her mouth and kiss her deeply.

She pulled away long enough to ask, “Bruce?”

“Don’t worry about him. He’s probably passed out on the toilet. I’ll go check on him in a minute. Now, put your hands on the edge of the counter and close your eyes. Don’t open them until I tell you.”

She was going to object until she felt Clint line up his cock and shoved it inside. After that, the feel of Clint pumping inside her only served to shut her mind off to everything else but what he was doing to her right now. She couldn’t suppress the moan that slipped free if she tried.

“Feel good, sweetheart?” Clint grunted out while increasing his pace. When she didn’t immediately respond, he freed her breast from her gown and pinched her nipple hard. “Feel good?”

“Yes. Feels good.” She couldn’t believe she was going along with this. She was having sex in the kitchen while Clint’s friend Bruce was in the bathroom. She prayed he didn’t come out until they were finished because stopping right now just might kill her.

“Still have your eyes closed?” Clint spoke into her ear, then nipped her lobe.

“Yes,” she responded breathlessly, her head resting back against his shoulder.

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