by Jenika Snow
A little gasp left her but she didn’t move back.
“I think there’s some things we should talk about.”
5
Calissa
He wanted to talk? I don’t know what Tex could possibly have to say, but the look on his face, the way he watched me intently, told me that it must be pretty serious. I lifted up my beer, curling my fingers around the neck, needing to try and calm myself. I didn’t know what was going on, what he was about to say, but I wanted to act like I had my shit together. I brought the bottle to my mouth and took a long drink, the liquid racing down my throat, chilling me.
I set the bottle down and breathed out slowly. Running my tongue along my bottom lip, I tasted the alcohol as I stared into his eyes. “Okay. What do you want to talk about?” I asked, proud of myself for keeping my voice calm and collected.
For long seconds he didn’t say anything, but the air changed around us. It became thick and hot, making it difficult for me to breathe.
“Us. You and me. The future.” He moved around the island until he was a foot from me. He was so much bigger than I was, taller and more muscular … all man. This moment seemed surreal, and although I’d fantasized about having him this close, the words that maybe he’d say moving between us, I also wasn’t a fool to think that this might be my reality right now. The chance that he would tell me that he cared about me, that he wanted me in the way that I wanted him, was pretty damn unbelievable.
But, no matter what he had to say, I could tell that it was serious.
“Us?” My voice did shake then as I tipped my head back and looked into his face. He nodded slowly and I swallowed, my throat so tight and dry despite having nearly finished off my beer.
My body still shook slightly, my skin still had goosebumps along it from his touch earlier. It had been so innocent, just a brush of his fingers along my shoulder as he pushed my hair to the side, but it had been so much more.
He nodded and I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t even know what he meant by “us.”
“I mean that there’s more going on between the two of us, don’t you think?”
It felt as though my heart was thundering, that I couldn’t even breathe right now. “What’s going on between us?” My voice was a whisper, a thread of noise.
“Oh, you know” was his response. He took a step closer until he was only an inch away. If I inhaled deeply I would brush my chest against his.
“I could tell you all the things I wanted to do to you, all the ways I wanted to make you mine…”
Is this real?
“But I’d much rather show you.”
God, it is real.
“Show me?” I felt like a record on repeat, saying what he said, but only in question form.
“Yeah, Calissa. Show you.” He lifted his hand and ran the pad of his finger over my bottom lip. Fire licked across my skin, claiming me, holding on until there was nothing left.
I found myself taking a step back, and then another and another, until I was in the hallway, the crowd of people outside hidden by the walls. The light above me was muted, casting shadows. Tex followed me the whole way, his big body blocking out everything and everyone behind him.
“Years, Calissa,” he said in that deep, husky voice of his.
“Years what?” I said, swallowing after I spoke, the words hanging between us for far too long.
“Years I’ve wanted you but held back.”
Oh. My. God.
I felt myself blinking rapidly. This was reality, right? Maybe I was stuck in one of my fantasies?
I’m ridiculous. Tex is right here with me. Right now. His body is close enough to mine that I can feel his body heat seeping into me.
“And I’m thinking you feel the same.”
Could I say it in return? Could I admit that I did want him, had for a long time? I couldn’t even speak right now, but my silence didn’t turn him away, didn’t scare him off.
“I’m older than you, Megs’ is my sister, and you probably don’t want to cross those lines.” He took a step closer to me and I pressed myself back against the wall.
“Crossing the lines has never bothered me before.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Breaking the rules runs in my blood.” God, did I just say that out loud?
He made this low sound deep in his throat. “Come home with me,” he said harshly, Megs and the others around the corner liable to find us in this compromising position. “I just want to talk, to really have us discuss what’s going on, what I want to happen between us.”
I licked my lips. “Talk?” That was the last thing I wanted, if I was being honest.
“We can do whatever you want. I just want to be alone with you, to tell you how I feel without some drunken asshole rounding the corner and saying something stupid.”
Anyone could see us, could walk into the hallway and see that Tex had me pressed up against the wall, his big body right up against mine, his dick hard as it prodded my belly.
“This is crazy,” I said, my breath soft, almost a whisper.
“It’s perfection.” He took a step to the side and looked me up and down, zeroing in on my belly. For long moments he didn’t stray his focus from my stomach, and I could see need laced in his face, a powerful expression that had me gasping. I braced my hands on the wall behind me, knowing what the look meant, knowing what he felt.
It’s what I felt, too.
Tex moved an inch closer, his body pressed to mine.
“There is a hell of a lot I want with you, Calissa. There’s a lot I want to fucking do to you.”
Shivers raced up my spine.
“Whoa!” Megs’ voice was shocked, and my heart jumped to my throat.
Tex didn’t move, didn’t take his focus from my belly for another moment. I turned and looked at Megs. She stood a few feet from us, a bottle of whiskey in her hand, her eyes wide as she looked between the both of us. Tex finally acknowledging her.
“What did I miss?” Megs said, still looking between us.
“Miss?” Tex said, his voice deep, his body still pressed to mine.
The air was thick, hot.
I gently pushed Tex away but his body was like a brick wall. He was immovable.
“I have to say—” Megs said and I glanced at her, knowing I probably looked as shocked as she felt. “I have to say that it’s about damn time.”
My heart stopped and I felt my jaw slacken.
About time?
“What?” I stuttered out. I managed to push Tex away then, but kept my hand on the wall, bracing myself up.
She shook her head but was smiling. “Yeah. It’s about time the two of you stopped beating around the damn bush and got together.”
I looked at Tex, saw his expression was blank, his attention on his sister.
“All right, you two.” She grinned even wider. “I got people who are thirsty.” She held up the bottle of whiskey. She went to turn away, but stopped and looked back at us. “And for the record, I’m glad you two are finally stopping with the longing gazes and avoidance tactics.”
“That obvious, huh?” Tex said, his hand now on the wall by my head, caging me in, his intent for me to stay put crystal clear.
“I’d have to be blind not to have noticed it,” she said point blank, her expression stoic. She turned and left us alone, and for a long moment we didn’t move. Tex finally looked at me. He was an inch from me, his mouth so close I felt the warm, beer-laced scent of his breath moving along my mouth.
“Was that for real? That just happened?”
“Oh, yeah. That fucking happened.”
Before he could say anything else I placed my mouth on his, kissing him with all the pent-up arousal I had in me. I pulled back, my breathing hard, my movement almost reckless.
“So, we’re starting this?” I asked, looking at his mouth. His lips were red from the kiss, probably how mine were, as well.
“It’s already been started. No going back now.” And then he kissed me hard, pas
sionately, and fucked my lips like I wanted him to do between my thighs.
There really was no going back.
6
Tex
I shut the front door and stared at Calissa. We’d gone back to my place to talk, but that was the last thing I wanted to do. I didn’t want to push her, didn’t want her to think all I wanted was sex. Of course, I wanted my dick deep in her pussy. I wanted to claim her, have my balls slapping her ass as I fucked her, make her take every hard, thick inch of me.
But I wanted more.
I wanted to give her my child, wanted my baby growing in her. I wanted her by my side, as my woman, my wife. She was younger than me, had her whole life ahead of her still, but I’d take care of her, give her everything she needed, anything she wanted.
She turned and faced me.
I stared at her lips, wanting to kiss them … slide my dick past them. My cock was hard, throbbing. I was ready to drain my balls deep in her, make her take all my cum, fill her womb up with my baby.
I couldn’t deny that with Calissa, when I’d first realized she was a woman—all woman—that I wanted her to be mine, it had been instant. It had been as if someone reached inside of me and wrapped their hand around my heart. It was like she’d cast this spell on me, one that had me twisted up inside, had this noose around my neck. She was the only one who could take the air from me, could bring me to my knees.
And she didn’t even know that’s how I felt, at least she hadn’t. She’d know about that and more before this even started. I wasn’t about to ignore this, not anymore, not when Calissa was the first real thing I’d ever felt. The first real thing I’d ever wanted.
She’s real. This is fucking real.
“Are we really doing this?” she asked softly. “Is this really happening?”
Oh. Fuck. Yeah.
“It should have happened a while ago, Calissa. I should have made you mine when I first realized that’s what I wanted.” I took a step closer. “It was at your eighteenth birthday party. You’d been standing there in a white sundress, your hair piled high on your head, those little pearl earrings catching my eye.” I looked into her eyes. “You remember that night?”
She nodded slowly.
“I wanted you right then and there. I wanted to take you to an empty room, pull your dress up over your ass, and slide my cock deep into that tight little pussy of yours.” I reached out and touched her cheek, her skin warm, smooth. “I wanted to claim that tight little cunt of yours, and the way you looked at me, I know you wanted that, too, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
I moved closer until I could reach out and touch her. I had my hand on her cheek and stroked my thumb along her jawline. I was glad Megs caught us. I was glad she gave her blessing, so to speak. That would have been a hurdle we had to cross later on, but now it was done, sealed. I’d left Megs, with Calissa in hand, telling her I wanted us to talk, to really understand what was going on. If sex happened tonight then it was meant to, but if not … well, I was a fucking patient man. Especially when it came to Calissa.
“How does this feel?” she asked, her voice a whisper.
“It feels pretty fucking incredible. It feels perfect.”
I didn’t stop touching her jawline. I wanted to touch more of her … all of her. She slipped her tongue out and ran it along the swell of her bottom lip. And I lost all semblance of the self-control I’d been holding onto. I lowered my head, moved slightly toward her, and knew if I allowed myself to kiss her, I wouldn’t be able to stop.
But I paused with our mouths only inches apart. “Tell me you want this, Calissa. Tell me that you want my cock inside of you, that you want me to own you in the way you already own me.”
She gasped. “I want this. I want you. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
I grunted in pleasure. “Tell me you want me claiming you, marking you … putting my baby in you.” I was pushing her, I knew, but the way she responded to me told me she wanted this just as much. I wasn’t going anywhere, wasn’t leaving her. I wanted her tied to me always, and getting her pregnant would make that a reality. She’d be mine in the same way I was hers. A little part of us would be created, and that made me so damn possessive.
She breathed hard, not answering right away but still clearly in this moment with me.
“Tell me,” I gently urged.
“Yes,” she finally said. “I want you to make me yours.”
I needed to hear her say it all.
“I want your baby growing in me.”
I growled like some kind of fucking animal.
I cupped the back of her head and placed my mouth right on hers. She gasped instantly, and I used that opportunity to lick at her lips before delving inside her mouth, tasting her, memorizing her flavor. I felt the moment she gave in to me, the second she fully surrendered. I pulled her closer and tilted my head to deepen the kiss. Fuck, she tasted so damn sweet.
Calissa breathed against my mouth. I needed her so fucking badly, too badly to try and pretend like I had control over anything. She was the one who called the shots. She was the one who had my heart in a vise.
I reached out and tangled my hand in her hair, pulling her back so the kiss was broken. I hated doing that, but I wanted to see the pleasure on her face.
Her cheeks were painted red, her lips swollen, glossy from our kiss. Her pupils, dilated from her lust, had me groaning and leaning forward to start sucking and licking at her soft, sweet skin.
“Oh. God,” she gasped, and I instantly went back to her mouth, delving my tongue inside, fucking her there.
A groan left me on its own, one I couldn’t have held in even if I wanted to. My control was gone, so fucking lost that there was no getting it back. I took her mouth harder at the same time she had her hands on my biceps, digging her nails into my flesh, having me hiss out in pleasure and pain. I wanted us naked, our flesh pressed together, sweaty from fucking.
“Tell me how fucking good you feel right now.” I used my hand in her hair to angle her head farther back and to the side. I stared into her eyes, demanding she tell me what I wanted to hear. “Tell me.”
“You make me feel so good.”
Then I really mouth fucked her, slamming my lips on hers, and plunging my tongue into her mouth.
I was a man possessed when it came to Calissa. I wanted my dick shoved deep in her, wanted her pussy clenching and relaxing around my shaft, drawing my cum from my balls. Then I’d shoot my load so far into her womb there was no way it wouldn’t get her pregnant.
I thrust my tongue in and out of her mouth, doing between her lips what I wanted to do between her thighs. I forced myself to pull away. “Since you walked into my life I haven’t been able to think about anything else, haven’t been able to concentrate on anything but you.” I was breathing hard, trying to stay in control. “I should have said something before now, shouldn’t have waited, but I fought with myself, with my emotions.”
“I know what you mean,” she whispered.
“I didn’t want to cross lines, but fuck those lines, Calissa. Fuck anything or anyone who gets in the way of us being together.”
Calissa was my weakness, always had been and always would be.
“There hasn’t been a woman in my life in any capacity since before I saw you. And once I knew you were it for me, no one else mattered.” I felt my cock jerk at the thought of Calissa here with me now. “For years I’ve waited, kept my dick in my pants because that’s what I wanted, because only one woman could make me feel desire. And that woman is you.”
She was my life and I’d show Calissa exactly what that meant with my words and my body.
She was my world … my everything.
I breathed in and out, trying to control my desire, but it was fruitless. Running a hand over my hair, I stared at Calissa, knowing I might look wild, crazed even. It was unavoidable when it came to her. She was so damn addictive, so fucking intoxicating.
Stopping was not an
option, not when we both wanted this too fucking much, and had waited too fucking long.
7
Calissa
This was happening. Really. Happening.
I didn’t want to think about crossing lines, about pissing people off, or about trying to stop this. I wanted this like I wanted to breathe.
I wanted Tex.
I wanted to be his woman.
I wanted his baby in me.
Those words played through me over and over again. They were intense, maybe even crazy, but I wanted them as my reality. This is what I’d wanted since I first saw Tex, since I knew that we were supposed to be together even if that would never happen.
But it was happening. Now.
My heart was beating fast and hard, my hands shaking, my palms sweating. Beads of sweat lined the area between my breasts, and down the length of my spine.
“Knowing you want my baby in you makes me want to fucking go caveman on your sweet little ass.”
I breathed even harder.
“Knowing that you’re right here with me, that your pussy is no doubt dripping wet for me, has my cock harder than fucking granite.”
I was wet, so wet I was soaked, my inner thighs starting to become sticky from my arousal. And my nipples were pebbled up, hard and aching for his touch, his mouth.
His words played through my head, over and over again, having me feel like I was losing my damn mind.
“You’re mine. No other man will touch you, have you, taste you.” He placed his hand between my thighs, right over my pussy, and I gasped. “This. This right fucking here is mine.” He leaned in so his mouth was almost pressed against mine again. “This wet little cunt belongs to me, and my cock will be the only one who knows how tight and hot it is.” He ran his tongue over my lips. “Sounds about right, baby?”
My mouth went dry, my tongue thick.
“Sounds like perfection, doesn’t it, baby girl?”
He added pressure to my pussy and I got wetter. “Perfection.”