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I nodded, incapable of formulating words. “Me too.”
She wrapped her arms around me, kissing me deeply and pushing me back onto the bed.
I watched in awe as she positioned herself above me and slowly lowered herself onto my aching cock. The feel of her silky walls against my bare cock almost pushed me over the edge. We were joined, touching the most intimate parts of one another, and I felt overwhelmed, not just by the physical sensations, but by emotional ones as well.
When she finally began to move, gently rocking her divine wetness against me, I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming out “I love you.” My hands caressed her breasts and landed on her hips as our rhythm grew wild. I was thrusting with everything I had, exploring her body and teetering on the edge.
Watching her body on top of mine, watching her chase her pleasure while giving me the most I had ever experienced in my life, was world altering. I held on long enough to watch her come apart, throwing her head back in an epic climax. Her body shook, her inner walls trembled, and her riotous hair cascaded around her like a wild, dirty angel. It triggered my own climax as my body finally released, pouring myself into her, giving her absolutely everything I had.
We collapsed, sweaty and breathless, on the bed. My mind and heart were racing, but one thing was certain. I wanted this woman forever.
31
Liam
In our postcoital bliss,Cece and I wrapped ourselves in my comforter and made our way to my deck. We stood there, my arms wrapped around her, keeping her warm, as we stared out at the choppy ocean. It was a clear night, and we had a gorgeous view of the lighthouse, perched on its rocky peninsula shining its light out to sea. I could have stayed like this forever. She smelled like beer and sugar cookies, and her wild hair blew around my face. She was so warm and soft in my arms, and I wanted this moment to last forever. I wanted her forever.
Just as I was getting up the courage to tell her, I heard a strange vibrating noise coming from inside my apartment.
“What’s that?”
It was coming from my jacket, which I had thrown on the floor in my haste to get naked.
I walked over and found my phone.
“That’s weird. I have a bunch of missed calls from my brothers. Hold on.” I gestured to her as I answered an incoming call and she wrapped herself up tighter.
“Callum, what’s up?”
“Where the hell have you been? Why didn’t you pick up?” He sounded distraught and out of breath.
“I was walking with Cecelia and didn’t have my phone on me. What’s going on?” I was beginning to panic. Callum was always calm and cool. Very little rattled him.
“It’s Dad. He collapsed at the festival and had to be taken to the hospital by ambulance.”
“Holy shit. Is he okay?”
“We don’t know. They haven’t said anything. Mom said the EMTs stabilized him. They said it was some kind of cardiac event.” The words “cardiac event” hung in the air. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I sank onto my couch, willing this to be a dream.
“Are you there? Where’s Mom?”
“She went in the ambulance with him. And she’s waiting at the hospital alone. Dec and I are driving right now. We’ll be there in five minutes. It’s hard because most of the streets are closed.”
I sat speechless. How did this happen? What could I do to help? I was spinning out of control.
Callum broke my panic spiral. “Get your ass to the hospital.”
“Okay, okay. I’m on my way.” I started to gather my clothes up off the floor and inventory what I needed.
After a minute of silence, I looked up at Cece. Her face was as white as a sheet and she was shaking. “Is he okay?” she asked, her eyes wide, blinking back tears.
“Callum doesn’t know anything yet. I’ve got to get to the hospital now.”
She nodded and wordlessly started getting dressed.
How could this happen? Nothing made sense. My dad had a heart attack? My dad, the naval captain and fishing tycoon? The self-made badass who could still probably beat me in arm wrestling? He’s not some old, frail man. My dad was basically a healthy guy. My mom made him eat vegetables, and he spent his life doing a physically demanding job. He was only sixty-one. That was way too young for a heart attack.
Cece handed me my coat, face determined. “I’ll drive.”
