Mad About You: A Box Set

by Pamela Ann

  I moaned against her skin, softly kissing it. “Need another minute of you.” I held her tighter. “Your smell calms me down.”

  “Let me give you a massage or something…”

  A ‘hmm’ came from me as I nuzzled on her before then murmuring against her ear, “I’ll take the ‘or something’, darling.”

  God, how was it possible to feel this sense of calmness when she was around?

  Stella lightly tapped the back of my head, groaning. “I’m being utterly serious here.”

  “So am I, love. I’m so bloody, fucking hard for you.” My hand skimmed over her bottom, all the way to the side of her thigh before circling it in between her hot crevice where my middle finger rubbed against her pussy. Moisture seeped through the thin fabric and coated my finger. “Shower with me.”

  She sighed. “I will as long as you promise to take some pain killers for your headache first.”

  My bossy nurse, I mused through the throbbing ache in my head. “Okay. Whatever makes you happy.”

  “That’s my good boy.” She giggled, playfully patting the top of my head before she stood up and fetched the medication. She was back in a few minutes, taking charge in popping the pills into my mouth. “See; it’s not that hard, is it?”

  “You’re adorable, Stella.” I stood up and circled my arms around her waist, pulling her close to me. Looking down on her blissful face, it seemed surreal that she and I had barely started getting to know each other because, right now, she felt like she’d been around for far too long. “Can I keep you?”

  Her eyes twinkled and then her left hand reached out to the side of my head, caressing my hair. It was a subtle move—intimate—a lover’s touch. “For as long as you want me, Cal.”

  Will I be the one to mar her brightness? For some reason, I didn’t want to be the man to cause her any pain or hurt. I knew our arrangement was all sexual… but it seemed like we’d crossed the line towards emotional intimacy.

  I felt torn about Zara’s visit earlier. Should I dare mention it? It was a subject that needed to be addressed.

  It was a situation that needed to be handled with care. One thing I vowed, too, that I would have to be honest. This wouldn’t be such a big deal if she didn’t feel anything for me. After all, didn’t she tell me that she wasn’t going to fall for a man like myself? Then, I suppose, I was safe.

  We were safe from each other.

  Chapter 105

  Stella

  “Callum.” His large frame ensconced my body as I regulated my breathing back to normal. We showered, but we hadn’t had sex whilst in there. In fact, I had never been so erotically charged as I’d watched him soap my body, avid with curiosity.

  “Stella.”

  Call it a gut-inkling or what of it, but the moment I came into his home and found him passed out on his desk, I knew something was wrong. A person wouldn’t intentionally get that inebriated unless something had happened; a critical matter. Especially having an idea of what kind of man Callum was, something was going on behind those guarded, dark eyes.

  When he took me this time, he was the same. His usual hunger was apparent, but it somehow felt less passionate, more like he was being haunted by something. I felt like he truly was fucking me then. The shift was monumental. Don’t get me wrong, he was still dynamite in bed, but it lacked meaning.

  The thing was, I didn’t know how to approach the subject without sounding like a nosy person. Whatever was bothering him, I wanted him to know that I was here, too. Apart from sex, I could be here for him to lean on. Like a person he could use as a crutch if he needed a friend to be there for him or simply because he needed to vent it out.

  “Do you want to talk about what’s bothering you?” I took a deep breath before I pulled away a bit, needing to watch his reaction. “You can talk to me, you know. Whatever it is.”

  Callum instantly looked guarded. He took a quick glance at me before he blew out a deep breath. He looked discomfited before his gaze concentrated on the wall across the room, deep in thought.

  I was now on my side with my knuckle against my head, holding it up as I waited for him to speak.

  “I loved a woman once. Zara. She was everything I wanted, needed. If she had just given me time, I could have given her everything she’d ever hoped for.”

  Shit. I was almost sure it was work stress. My father used to be this way when things at work became too heavy for him. So for Callum to speak about someone he loved once was a massive throat punch for me. I didn’t know the woman, and yet, I was already jealous. She’d had Callum in a way I never could, but sometimes I had let myself wander off towards that route and imagine what life would be like if he did love me. However, hearing how he was talking, this woman had been a significant part of him… and still was, presently.

  In the calmest voice I could muster, I tried to speak without sounding like I was demanding more information because, let’s face it, I was dying to know what the hell was going on. For him to drown in two bottles of brandy, it must’ve been of epic proportion. “What happened to her?”

  His throat bobbed a few times, as though it was difficult for him to speak. When he finally did, I was gob smacked. “She married my father.” His arm flung across to cover his eyes, conflicted. “She came to see me earlier.”

  Damn.

  Fucking damn. Was this the end of us? We’d barely just started and I really enjoyed being with him, but if he loved her still—which I was almost one hundred percent sure that he did—then I was just a tiny blip in his history of women.

  “What did she want?”

  “She came to tell me that she was going to be a free woman soon. That my father offered her family a way out of bankruptcy as long as she married him and never contacted me for three years and, after that time frame, they’d divorce.” He took a moment, thinking. “She heard about our engagement. Knowing that she’d be a free woman soon, she thought it was time to warn me off, so that I didn’t marry anyone because she wants me to wait for her.” He sounded quite torn, like he was having a hard time what to believe anymore… but there was a part of him that wanted to believe Zara.

  Deep down, I knew what I had with Callum wasn’t cheap or sordid, but right this instant, it kind of felt like it was. I was here, sharing his bed, his home, all due to our sexual needs. That’s merely a minor problem because, somehow, I had only just realized that what I was feeling was way past jealousy. Through our odd back and forth banter, I was falling for him; my fake husband.

  This unnecessary complication, I knew, would never be told to anyone else. Not even Mark or Lucia. This was information I would keep hidden because the second Callum found out about it, he’d be gone from my life in flash. Even if this wasn’t going to survive, I’d at least treasure his friendship and I wasn’t going to risk being a besotted fool over us being friends.

  I’m not some girl who would fold when the going gets tough. I could very well do this. Who knew, maybe someday I’d date and fall in love again. Somehow, out of the blue, Clive’s face surfaced out of nowhere.

  Really, who knew what the future held for me? It seemed that mine was full of surprises. I had to take everything in strides; the black, white and the gray.

  I was, after all, the only von Berg left. I was a tough cookie. My mind was on a good roll of pep talk, but my heart was plummeting and, like any woman, we always had to know the answer to the most important question of all.

  “Do you still love her?”

  It was a nail to puncture my heart.

  Chapter 106

  Callum

  “Do you still love her?” she whispered, voice low and unfaltering.

  Honesty. It was the only way I could answer her question. “I don’t know how to answer that because I don’t know how I feel for Zara right now. I’m not ready to peel all the hate and anger away and check if there is some love left in there.”

  In truth, I was scared to see what lay in there. What I had with Zara, before it went to the shitters, wa
s precious; one of a kind, special. Of all the women, she was the only one who caught my eye and, even years after her, no one came close because I didn’t let anyone get a glimpse of the man inside; until Stella.

  She and I were far from in love, but when it boiled down to having her in my arms as I surged into her heat, I felt that jolted connection. I suppose this was why I became focused on her and didn’t want her associated with any other man, especially with Clive Barrington. She deserved far more than what that man could offer.

  I realized that it had been quite some time since Stella had said a word. When I did lift my arm off my eyes and twisted my head to the side to check on her, she had her back to me.

  The sheet draped on her form, riding low on the back, and was just an inch above her nicely shaped arse.

  Since I was dwelling on my thoughts and far too engrossed in rehashing the past, I felt bad somehow. Maybe this was her way of letting me think in peace. I was almost sure. Stella was that considerate at times.

  Before I knew it, my hand reached out and caressed her back. “Callum,” she moaned my name, reacting to my advances.

  I took her rough earlier and I wasn’t going to be such an animal twice in one night. My cock was fevered for her, but I knew a measured fucking wouldn’t do. My need went far and beyond that. It wanted the roughness. The possessed dominant within me needed to seize everything in her, crush her nice, tight pussy and orgasm inside her wetted walls.

  Yeah, taking her after what I had just confessed wasn’t the wisest of ideas.

  “Let me hold you tonight,” I whispered, reaching out and pulling her warm, naked body against mine, spooning. My hand brushed her hair to the side so I’d have access to her neck, my favorite spot. “Dream well.” I kissed her neck once more before I fell asleep, feeling at ease again.

  ~C~

  A trickle—slow and nerve tingling— made its way downwards on my shaft and jolted me awake.

  A deep, guttural groan matched my fevered cock, desperate for one thing, for Stella to keep going. When she noticed that she had woken me up, she moaned sexily as she sucked harder. The sound vibrated from the tip all the way through my shaft, making it more sensitive.

  She was on my side, leaning over to get better leverage and more access. Stella looked like she was having the time of her life, but as much as I wanted her to go on, the need to be inside her was dominating everything.

  “Slide down on me.” My hand skimmed the curve of her bottom, sliding further into her slit. My middle finger hovered above her hole, circling it to gather her silken juices before I teased her sweet button. “Stella, I beg you,” I grunted out, sounding beyond desperate. “I need you, darling.”

  She might’ve sensed my despair because she was instantly on her knees, placing each on the side of my hips. Stella then lowered herself on my cock, the tip pressing against her opening. She was biting her lip as she started to rock her hips in slow agonizing circles, teasing us both into oblivion.

  “God, you feel amazing, Cal.”

  Just when I thought she’d had enough, Stella proved me wrong. I howled in frustration when she shifted and sat on my hardness, hands everywhere as her lips directly went to bite on my left nipple.

  “Bloody hell! Be gentle.” She bit it so hard, I almost thought she took the tiny skin off me. Okay, I was hard still, but fuck… no one dared messed with me this way.

  “Be gentle, Mister Kensington?” she purred, her tongue sticking out as it tried to soothe the injured nipple by licking it back to health.

  Dear God, what had I done? This woman was beyond sexy… her sexual confidence was the hottest thing. Her transformation, completely astonishing.

  She was gliding up and done my shaft, making sure her clit was grounded hard on it. Stella had a cat-like smile as her face hovered above mine. “Earlier, I noticed something different,” she started, thoughtful. “You took me… really rough.” Tongue sticking out to wet her lips, suggestively teasing me. My eyes were hypnotized, taking her in. “It was the kind where a woman should feel like she’s being robbed of her dignity. Her virtues. Morals.” She pressed her breasts against my chest, lips on my left ear, breathing hard on it. “I liked that animal in you.”

  I barely had time to register anything because the nymph bit into my neck, driving me mad—madly aroused and ready to fuck the living hell out of her, but at the same time, I wanted to see how long she could hold out. Stella excited me… amongst other things.

  My eyes shut closed when I felt my cock graze her entrance. She was still relentlessly rocking upside down. “Can he come out and play, Mr. Kensington?” she rasped out. “I promise, I’ll be good. So good that I’ll let you do anything.”

  “I don’t think you’re ready for that, Stella,” I argued, even though my mind ran amuck with images of all the things I wanted to try on her, in her.

  She raised her brow, not paying attention to what I’d just warned her about. “I think my pussy can take what you can dish out, Callum. You shouldn’t underestimate me.”

  In a heartbeat, I had her on her stomach before I slid off the bed in haste. Stella barely had the time to protest when my hands clamped on her ankles and dragged her to the end of the bed as her body easily slid down to my demands. I had her upper body on the bed, feet on the floor. Her pert arse called upon me, so I gave it a few teasing smacks before I grabbed my dick and slapped each cheek with it.

  My blood thrummed in anticipation.

  There was nothing that could keep me from taking what was mine—this—her supple body was mine to do with as I wished. Spreading her firm arse apart, I sandwiched my throbbing shaft in between and then pressed it tight together and started fucking her that way. It was a delirious intent, an indication for what was to come.

  “Didn’t anyone tell you to be careful for what you wish for, darling?” I gritted out. Stella was panting hard. So I placed both of her hands on her butt. “Keep them together.” My lips pressed against the base of her spine, trailing upwards with soft kisses as my cock kept up its rocking motion. She felt marvelous. Beautiful. Magnificent. My teeth grazed her ear lobe, biting into it before I gently sucked on it. “We’ve only just begun.”

  My hand twisted her head so her cheek was pressed on the mattress. With my thumb against her soft cheek, I placed my middle finger against her lips. “Suck on my finger,” I urged, avidly aroused at the sight of her lips parting and doing as I asked without complaint. The tip of her tongue stroked the pad, sucking it as she’d done my dick minutes ago. It was highly erotic. She was carnally vulgar and I thrived on it. “I love seeing you shameless, Stella,” I hissed, rocking her in between her ass. “You want me and you’re not afraid to show it.”

  “I’ve always wanted you,” she moaned around my finger. “Always,” she repeated.

  Fuck. The thought of her lusting after me for years brought me to the hilt, unleashing what little restraint I had left into the ether. She might have dated a lot of men, but I was the only one who got to feel her this way.

  I was the only one to possess her like no other man could. She brought out the territorial side of me and I didn’t want to share her; not one little bit. It was selfish, but I wanted her for myself. All mine to have. Just mine.

  Callum’s woman, my partner—my wife.

  Zealous and carnal, I rammed into her pussy, grunting at how hot and wet… and dammit, she was excruciatingly tight, but what got me more maniacal was how deep I was into her core.

  She yelped a cry when my cock kept pushing into her closed walls, pressuring it to give way because there was no way I was backing down from a request. “Is this what you wanted, Stella? Pain and pleasure?”

  “Yes, my love. Don’t stop.”

  My love. Should I be worried? I’m sure she was merely as delirious as I was. After all, this was all sex, right? Pausing, I drew my dick out and flipped her like she weighed nothing onto her back. I then took hold of her calves and slowly lifted them up until they hit the sides of her face. “Hold
them and don’t let go until I’m coming all over your sweet pussy.”

  Stella only moaned in response.

  Her cunt was exposed this way just as I liked it. When fucking her tight walls, I aimed to go deeper. The feel of her body giving way as I demanded more entrance was one of my weaknesses.

  There was nothing more arousing than knowing the woman you’re with was in pain and partially pleasured, yet took it all like a pro because she wanted you to have whatever you wished for. Now that was a woman I could live with for a long time.

  An admirable trait, though I never asked for it. Stella freely gave herself away to me. “You’ve ensnared the hungry beast in me, Stella. There’s no going back for you.” My raging cock plunged into her callously. Nothing made sense to me, but I simply knew that I needed her with me… for a very long time. Maybe even forever, who knew? At this point, the only thing that mattered was that I found someone that made me feel different… inimitable.

  “Who owns this little, filthy pussy, darling?” I bellowed, panting hard.

  Our eyes met. Mine were demanding for more. Hers were at ease, penetrating into my soul.

  “My husband,” she whispered, not breaking eye contact. “It’s yours. I’ll promise it to be yours.”

  Fuck. Her saying that I was her husband out loud while I was fucking her and about to orgasm was the most confusing, and yet, the best feeling I had ever felt in my entire life.

  I wretchedly howled her name as if it was wounding me while I watched in an animalistic, possessive manner as I stroked my length, spurting thick white cream all over her mound, mostly dripping onto her clit.

  Drained inside out, I fell on top of her body. “Mine,” I confirmed for the last time before consciousness took me.

  c

  Last night.

  Was.

  Phenomenal.

  Her eagerness to match my animalistic passion made it easy to bond with Stella more.