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He dips his head to take a nipple into his mouth, and I almost protest until heat suffuses me. On the one hand, it feels a little wrong because I’ve spent the past two months using my breasts for their utility. I’d all but forgotten they could be used in any other way than their biological function. Callum makes certain I remember just how good they can feel. I don’t think about the baby or anything but his devilish lips until a telltale tingle is my only warning. I gasp and look down at the same time that Callum’s eyes spring open.
I don’t know what to do, so I freeze. My mouth drops open and shock. Before I can do anything else, Callum simply sucks harder. The strong column of his throat works. It isn’t the act itself that I find sexy. It’s the fact that Callum is showing me there isn’t a part of me he’s intimidated by or afraid of. I can’t imagine anything else that could be more and mortifying or awkward when being naked with someone. Okay, so I can think of a couple of other things, but this one is right up there. The fact that he didn’t even hesitate or complain warms me, for some reason. It makes me feel like he can handle me, quirks, cons, and all. It’s incredibly attractive to know that a man can't be scared away when things get weird or complicated. Hot bodies are nice, but a man who isn’t afraid of the difficult stuff is infinitely more attractive.
Callum always had a hot body, but before when things got difficult, he would run. Strange to think that this would be the thing to convince me that maybe he won’t always run.
For a minute, I think things will stop there. That we will finish our shower and try again another time.
But that’s before he drops to his knees in front of me and positions a leg over his shoulder. I barely have time to brace myself against the wall when he fuses his mouth to my pussy. He meets my gaze for one long, heated moment and then his eyes flutter closed as though against his will, and he eats me like a man starved.
My eyes roll back into my head. My fingers fist in his hair. I don’t know whether to beg him to stop or never to stop, so I bite down on my cheek instead. He wraps his arms around my thighs until he holds me up by strength alone. This frees up his right hand to massage my clit as he fucks me with his tongue.
I’m not going to lie, it doesn’t take me long. I never thought I’d be turned on again, let alone be able to come, but in no time at all, my body begins to seize around him and he clamps down on my thighs to hold me steady as he shoves his tongue as deep inside as he can. His gaze meets my half-lidded one, and that sends the orgasm rocketing into a second crescendo. Finally, I can’t watch him anymore, afraid the cataclysm will go on as long as our eyes are locked, so I slap my eyes closed and ride the wave to its conclusion.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CALLUM
I holdher until she gets her bearings back. My dick is so hard it’s painful, but I want her to enjoy every last wave of pleasure she can. Watching her was so damn hot, I nearly came from that alone. When she’s steady enough to stand, I help her out of the shower and wrap a towel around her flushed body.
“What about you?” She gestures to the significant tent in the towel around my waist.
“What about me?” I tease, wanting to hear her say the words. She’s so fucking cute with her face flushed pink and her eyes glowing and bright. I could gladly wake up to seeing her like this every day for the rest of our lives. The thought should scare me. Hell, five years ago, it sent me running, but now? There isn’t anywhere else I’d rather be.
She bites her lip, and if possible, her cheeks turn even more red. Like I said. Fucking cute. “Don’t you…don’t you want me to take care of you?”
And even the cold air from the air conditioning does little to dull the heat that pulses through me. Images of Gwen on her knees, her mouth wrapped around my cock, assault my thoughts. “Next time,” I say, voice rough.
“Are you sure about that?” She can’t seem to take her eyes off me. Her lips are rosy-red from where she’d been biting them to stifle the sounds she’d been making. I’d give anything to have them wrap around me, to sink into the warm, wet depths of her mouth. It would take two seconds, tops, for me to come down her throat at the memory of how sexy she’d been panting my name and how good she tasted on my tongue. It had been exactly as I remembered, but better. So much better. I want to savor it.
But I say, “Definitely. This was all for you.” And maybe a little penance for me. But the wait is worth it.
She frowns. “But I—”
Whatever she’s going to say is cut off by the timely wails of the baby and the insistent sound of knocking from the front door. Sending me an apologetic look, Gwen disappears into the bedroom and I hear her soothing voice comforting Violet.
It’s not that I don’t want more. Fuck knows, all I want is to bury myself in her until we can’t move, but I messed things up between us before. This time, I’m going to do things right. Take my time. Take care of her. Show her how much she means to me and that I’m in it for the long haul. No matter what.
A case of blue balls is a small price to pay.
I get out of the bathroom and get dressed. Whatever erection I had left immediately disappears when I find Bunny and my dad waiting for us in the living room. Am I imagining things or did his hair turn whiter since his stay in the hospital? He’s been home for a few weeks, taking it easy, but I swear he already looks older.
“Hey,” I say to them. “How are you feeling?”
When he smiles, he seems a little steadier. Thank God for that, because I couldn’t handle losing anyone else. No matter how they’ve treated me, they’re my parents and I don’t want them hurt. “Better now that I’m out of that damn hospital. Came to put my eyes on my pretty little granddaughter.”
Nodding, I pass Gwen, who is now sitting on the couch next to Bunny, and I resist the natural urge to squeeze her shoulder in comfort. Too much. Too much too soon. Take it slow. The last thing we need is for my parents to find out about us before we’re ready. They already hate my guts. When they find out I’ve moved in on the woman they consider Ian’s…well let’s just say I’m not looking forward to it.
Bunny and Gwen make idle chit-chat as Dad snuggles the baby. The only topic they’re all avoiding is the video of Ian, which is unsurprising. Strange considering how much they adored him that they won’t talk about him at all. It’s almost as though if they confirm that he’s gone out loud, it’ll cancel the hope that he may come back.
No doubt they, meaning Bunny really, want to keep Gwen cloistered like a nun, beholden to Ian’s memory until she joins him in the grave. Bunny may have pushed Gwen to apply to new jobs, but I won’t be so easily convinced Bunny Reece has changed until I see it for myself. I down the rest of my coffee feeling just as bitter. This isn’t Ian’s fault. What makes it worse is he hasn’t done anything wrong. He never knew about me and Gwen. So how could he know he was stepping on my toes?
There was a time when I’d been furious with him for having what I wanted, but now I realize I was angrier with myself for giving her up so easily. Ian hadn’t been to blame. Now that I realize that, I feel a weight lifted off my chest.
* * *
By the time we convince Bunny and Dad to leave, it’s nearly noon and I’m itching to get out of the house and away from memories of Ian. At least for a little while. Gwen watches me with an amused smile as she changes the baby on the ottoman.
“You okay there?” she asks and laughter colors her voice.
