Page 205 of Love Me Stalk Me
My hand tightens around my cock, my own hips jerking as I stroke harder, watching her fall apart for me.
"Izzy," I rasp.
"Cal—" she whimpers.
That's it. That's fucking it.
I groan, head tipping back, coming hard, spilling into my hand, my entire body locking up as the release tears through me.
Fucking wrecked. Completely undone.
I breathe hard, watching her, my muscles remaining tense, my pulse continuing to pound. I let out a breathless laugh, dragging a hand down my face as I gradually ease the toy off for her. She blinks languidly, her body still buzzing, her eyes hazy and soft.
"Wow," she breathes.
I chuckle, shaking my head, my chest still heaving.
"Yeah," I murmur. "Wow."
She shifts, sighing happily, sinking into the pillows.
I let out a slow breath, running a hand through my hair, watching her.
Naked. Satisfied. Glowing.
And completely unaware that she belongs to me.
Soon, pretty girl. Soon, you'll know.
HE TOOK LEFTOVERS. THEY TOOK MY SANITY.
IZZY
Cal's handsgrip the steering wheel with an easy confidence, his long fingers tapping idly against the leather as he drives. I should be paying attention to something other than how good he looks behind the wheel, but my mind keeps drifting back to last night, back to Caleb, back to the way I came completely undone at the sound of his voice. I barely woke up in time for Mass. Seriously. If Cal hadn't woken me up by knocking on Amanda's door, I probably would have slept right through it. I'd felt so damn good this morning—relaxed, loose-limbed, completely sated. The kind of sleep you have when your body has absolutely nothing left to stress about. Which is ironic, considering the Catholic guilt that immediately sank in as I walked into church feeling like a walking sin.
We'd gotten to the cathedral a little late, thanks to my inability to wake up at a reasonable hour, which meant we didn't sit with my family. Honestly, preferable. We'd snuck in toward the back, slipping into a pew just as the priest started the homily.
I hadn't been sure how Cal would feel about attending Mass with me, but he'd seemed... at ease. Unbothered by the incense, the prayers, the rituals. When it was time for communion, I turned to him, expecting to tell him why he couldn't partake, and he'd leaned in and whispered, "Not baptized or confirmed."
He knew the rules of Catholicism. Which... was kind of sexy? I mean, yeah, it was probably because of his military background—a lot of those guys ended up in churches overseas, even if they weren't religious—but still. The fact that he wasn't just winging it? That he knew what he was doing? Yeah. Sexy.
My phone buzzes in my purse and I know without looking it's probably more reactions to the bomb I droppedin the family group chat this morning. God, I can still picture the messages flying in after I sent that text:
Izzy
Just a heads up—I broke up with Evan.
Also I’m bringing someone to Easter. Just a friend from work. Please try and act normal.
Mom
What happened with Evan?!
Luca
What’s his name?
Nico
