I was so fucking hungry for it.
Reaching between my legs again, I stroked my swollen clit and dipped two fingers back inside.
Every inch of me gathered into itself. So good. The orgasm built, making my hips move faster as I fucked my fingers—
“Don’t you dare come yet.”
I threw my head back against the headrest and whimpered at him. “I’m so . . . God, so fucking close.”
He grabbed my wrist and forced my hand away from me.
I wanted to bare my teeth. To rage at him for denying me this.
Leaning against his seat, he wrapped my wet hand around his dick. “Oh . . . fuck. Baby.” His eyes rolled back. Making me tighten my hand, he thrust in and out of my fist.
His cock glistened with my arousal.
“For me. All of it,” he grunted, chest racing inside that dark blue shirt. “So fucking wet for me.”
“Calum.” His name left me breathlessly. “I’m going to come.” I was. Without anything touching my pussy. Just from watching him use my hand to cover his length with my cream.
He stroked my palm all the way to his leaking tip. “Don’t stop.” With that instruction—as if I needed it—he let go of my hand and stretched his right arm across me.
My legs spread wider for his fingers.
He didn’t even tease me, slipping two fingers straight into me.
I almost came right there.
Tensing all around his fingers, I reached up with my right hand and hugged his arm to my chest, needing to be closer to him. I nuzzled the blue material covering his arm, taking his scent into me.
He moved his fingers inside me.
I fisted his cock harder, running my thumb across the crown.
Curling his fingers, he hit my g-spot.
“Oh, God. Fuck.” I bit down on his arm through his shirt.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck my fingers. God. Feel that? You’re so wet you’re drenching the seat.”
I nodded, choking on my moans, my teeth locked on his arm. I moved my fist faster along his shaft, yearning for it.
“I want this when we get back home.” He probed deeper into me, forcing me to accept the fullness of his fingers. “I want you drenching the seats of my car. My desk. I want to know that I’ve made you leak like this everywhere.”
Holy fuck. That had to be the hottest thing I had ever heard. My entire body ignited with those words. “Yes, baby. Oh, yes.”
“Squeeze me tighter, Liv.”
I clenched both my walls and my fist around him, eyes squeezed shut as my body hurtled toward that orgasm.
Abruptly, he veered out of the lane and onto the service road. “Open your eyes.”
I did, in time to see him slam his hand onto the hazard light button and unclip his seatbelt.
His hand shot into my hair. “Keep your eyes open.” His gaze held mine as he leaned closer and slipped his tongue into my mouth.
I moaned against his mouth, loving the taste of him. “Baby, I’m going to come.”
He dragged me back to him, forcing me to stare into his eyes at my most vulnerable.
The orgasm hit me everywhere, the pleasure making it seem like every nerve in my body pulsated in time to my heartbeat.
He dominated my mouth like a man starved, dragging his teeth along my bottom lip. “Whose is this?” He twisted his fingers inside my still-coming pussy.
“Yours,” I moaned, feeling his dick jerk powerfully in my grip.
“Whose are you?” he asked almost frantically, fucking his fingers into me harder.
Lost in the pleasure, I didn’t even think twice of answering him truthfully. “Yours. God, Calum, I’m yours.”
His forehead fell on mine, that beautiful, agonized expression I’d fallen in love with on his face. “Making me come. Yes, baby. Shit!”
I had enough semblance of mind to cover the head of his cock with my hand.
Creamy, hot spurts shot out into my palm.
He kissed me, groaning into my mouth. Thrusting into my slick fist, he rode out his orgasm. “Jesus,” he panted.
I giggled, breathing as hard as he was.
He smiled tenderly at me and kissed my forehead. “Let’s get out of this lane before the cops pull up to see what’s wrong.”
That made me giggle again. I couldn’t believe we’d done that; happiness and satisfaction thrummed through me. This would go down as one of my favorite memories. Bar none. I moved my hand off his lap.
He scowled. “Fuck, babe. I’m sorry. I didn’t think about that. We have nothing to clean you up with.” He shut off the hazard lights, eyeing my hand.
I did have something. I always carried wipes in my purse, but instead of reaching for them, I lifted my hand up to my mouth.
“God, woman. You’re killing me here,” he whispered, eyes dark with lust as he watched me lick my hand clean.
“I was hungry for you,” I said simply, thrilled at the sight of his cock starting to swell again in his lap.
“As soon as we get in that hotel room, you’re going to get it.” He turned on the left signal and practically forced his way back into the slow-moving traffic.
Laughing, I pulled down my skirt and reached over to tuck him back into his jeans, feeling the adoration I had for him growing even stronger.
12
The next day. . .
Douche-bag from the bar was there.
Yes, the same exact douche-bag that ended up with my beer all over him on the night of mine and Calum’s four month anniversary.
It would just be my luck that he'd end up working for one of the largest architectural firms in New York City.
Not funny. One of my one-night stands from years ago worked for one of Calum’s rivals.
There was some great cosmic irony somewhere in that situation.
Oh, by the way, Mr. Douche-bag now had a name: Matthew Rodinger.
Matthew had spotted me across the lobby earlier today.
When he’d been standing next to my father, greeting him.
Matthew was the son of Joseph Rodinger, a man my father distantly knew through his work.
Hands down the most awkward introduction of my life. I’d been doing my best to ignore Matthew ever since.
He wasn’t my only problem.
Lawrence Hayes was different than Matthew, but only in one sense. The one thing they did have in common? They both fell under the list of mistakes I’d never wanted to face again. Mistakes that should’ve remained in the past.
The difference between Lawrence and Matthew was that the former had gone psycho on me early on. Lawrence had seen me tagged in a picture on Facebook—posted by a friend of a friend, no less—and had come after me like a maniac.
I’d seen him entering the ballroom as I’d approached. Thankfully, he only glared at me with all the power of his hate toward me, turned around, and made his way inside.
And Daniel . . . I didn’t want to think about him and what had happened last night. I’d made the mistake of sleeping with Daniel before I realized his mother and mine knew each other.
‘Till this day, whenever I bumped into him, he always tried to get another chance with me.
Last night had been one of those occasions.
I cringed, trying not to remember it.
And then Corey, my ex-boyfriend. His stare had been glued to me the moment I’d exited the elevator.
Judging by the uncomfortable sensation prickling my skin, his eyes still followed me.
I spotted Demitra as soon as I walked into the ballroom. She stood with her mother and father by one of the large, silk draped windows. Dorian had convinced her to come along with him. A fact I was very grateful of. I needed all the support I could get.
I sent a group message to Demitra and Mikael.
‘My past has decided to come back and bite me in the ass this weekend of all fucking weekends.’ - L.
Demi lifted her phone to read my text.
My phone vibrated with her reply.
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�Calum will be fine. At least you’re not stuck lying to both your mother and father.’ - D.
No, I was only forced to lie to my father.
Her situation ranked as worse than mine by far. I didn’t deny it. How Dorian managed to convince her to come with him eluded me.
Angelina came, too, as one of Calum’s assistant. She was with him now, going through some last minute pitch details. The Lake Point Tower, one of Chicago’s most beautiful buildings, was searching for a renowned architectural firm to oversee the renovation of their private, two-acre park.
Dorian and Calum had decided to team up and pitch for the contract. They were up against other design firms from all over the country, including the best ones in Chicago.
Hence, why Dorian was also nowhere in sight.
And, why I couldn’t be with Calum right now.
Ang still didn’t know about us.
More guilt.
My phone vibrated again.
‘I pity you not. As a matter of fact, I need to start living my life as vicariously as you did in the past.’ - M.
‘Bitch, you already do!’ - L.
‘Then why haven’t I found me a Calum yet? BTW, that white dress looks amazing on you. Planning to dirty-it up a bit later? :p’ - M.
I finally saw Mikael, mingling with a group of older women by one of the tables. Jesus, my BFF looked amazing in that tux. No wonder all those women fawned over them.
He winked at me.
Smiling, I sent him another reply.
‘You’re damn right I am.’ - L.
‘You make me so damn proud *sniff*’ - M.
Eyes turned, their intent clear as they followed me. More than once, I avoided an inviting stare, not at all interested in any of the men present. Actually, I hadn’t been interested in anyone but Calum for the last four months.
A waiter passed by, champagne tray in hand. He got me by one of the appetizer tables. Not wanting to be rude, I accepted a glass and gulped the champagne down in two swallows.
Liquid courage, my friends. Liquid courage.
I pulled out my cell again when it vibrated inside my clutch. There was a text from Calum, telling me he was on his way, and seeing it had my nerves tripping in different directions. I wanted to fuck him as much as I wanted to hide from him.
Or, more specifically, hide my ex-lovers from him.
Thinking about the night before made me twitch. Calum and I had gone out for a quick dinner right after arriving.
He had been on his way back to our table after speaking with our waiter when Daniel swooped in with his enthusiasm, the truck load of “I still want you”, and arms that obviously didn’t understand the meaning of personal boundaries. I’d been face first into Daniel’s chest when Calum cleared his throat.
Awkward. Even worse, after the nearly painful introductions and small talk, Calum had gone stone-silent. The gears had been turning but God only knew what they brought up.
Talk about epic fail.
I had no feelings left for any of the men I’d been with . . . and he didn’t believe that. It hadn’t taken long for me to realize that he doubted me. He hadn’t really said anything, but he’d been odd the rest of the night.
He’d torn into me in the hotel room, practically ripping my clothes off me and fucking me into an exhausted sleep.
His behavior scared me, but it also gave me hope. If he was jealous, then what we had definitely meant more to him than I’d originally figured. Right?
On second thought, bumping into three or four of my exes in one weekend might put a flip on the whole jealousy thing. Overkill didn’t begin to describe it.
All of my ex-lovers had been assholes; I’d known that from the beginning. They’d been perfect for a single night of mutual exploitation. It’d been easier for me to keep it strictly temporary. At least until Calum came into my life. Now I’d become needy, anxious, desperate for more and clueless about how to get it.
Oh, and about to piss off the one guy I didn’t want to imagine being without because of the four guys that I’d do anything to forget.
Damn it, Liv. You’re such an emotionally stunted bitch.
Not for the first time, the idea to run went through my mind. Just leave the situation; break free of Calum and his unnatural hold on me, forget my promise to myself to see this through, get back the Liv I used to be and—
Oh, God.
All thoughts of fleeing him became less than nothing, disappearing as if they never materialized in the first place. I watched him as he walked in, his tall form dominating everything. His shoulders looked amazing beneath his black suit jacket. His thick black hair was brushed back but not slicked, leaving a few strands falling onto his forehead.
I swallowed the knot in my throat, my eyes riveted on his approaching form. Without looking, I still caught the rapid rise and fall of my chest, my tits all but dancing beneath the white material of my dress. Lust infiltrated my thought processes, infecting me with single-minded purpose. I wanted to devour him in that suit, have him keep it on while he rammed into me and I held on, nails sinking into his blazer.
Licking suddenly dry lips, I let my gaze roam since I couldn’t move for the life of me. His intense, nearly golden stare bounced around the room, looking for something.
His eyes landed on me. He came to a stop as our eyes locked. That easily, I became a puppet, dangling on a precarious string, aching for my master to make a move and bring me to life.
Calum’s eyes dropped down to my feet. I had gone through great pains to be extra beautiful for him tonight. And he liked. No, he loved. His eyes became more hooded the higher they went.
By the time they got to my chest, my nipples had mutated into diamond tips that struggled to break through my dress. It felt like it’d been months since the last time that I’d had him. In reality, it’d only been about ten hours.
My lips parted, moving silently, mouthing his name. It set him in motion, step after step bringing him closer.
Until he paused, his eyes narrowing at something behind me. I wanted to turn, but I didn’t get a chance. Irony of all motherfucking ironies. While I was sure one of my ex-lovers stood mere steps behind me, I caught sight of a black haired woman.
A woman I recognized and a woman that had her eyes where they shouldn’t be.
On my man.
Ah, fuck.
Someone tapped on my shoulder right as Diane put her hand on Calum’s. My brows tensed, mimicking the look I caught flittering across his face. Diane pulled on his arm, forcing his attention to her. They said something to each other, and she stepped forward, her thin arms coming around his shoulders in a hug. One he tentatively returned.
What the fuck? After everything he’d told me—even knowing that bitch wanted him again—he was hugging her back?
My heels clicked with each quick step as I made my way to them. His head was still turned toward Diane. Each second he looked at her set off an atomic bomb in my right temple. Irrationality and I had met before, but never like this.
Diane smiled up at him. Lifting one delicate hand, she placed it right on his chest.
Below his heart.
Closer to his lower abs than she had the fucking right to be.
I swear to God, my red blood cells became acid, going off one-by-one in my veins.
He turned to stare at where I’d been, his eyes moving back and forth. He caught sight of me right as I stopped behind him. My heart sped up when his eyes landed on mine.
“Calum?”
Diane’s voice had my head turning. She locked eyes with me. It was a straight-up female pissing match, the look in her eyes telling me everything I’d already known.
The bitch married an old and extremely rich man. Even though she’d left Calum for her husband, she still thought she had some claim over him.
Bitch had lost her God damned mind.
Calum wrapped his hand around my arm and yanked me into his side. “Liv—”
I let him envelope me, placing my hand on his
chest. Yup, right where she’d touched him. “Baby, I was wondering where you were.” Liv, are you serious right now? Not that it stopped me. I planned to ask him to introduce me to his ex. Then I caught how Diane stared at us.
The envy on her face made me sick.
I cupped his neck, inhaling his scent. His cologne made my hand clench. I forgot that we were surrounded by hundreds of people, that many of them knew my dad. I forgot that just as many people knew Calum and his family.
His face registered surprise. I saw it but it didn’t stop me. I stood on my tip-toes and pressed my lips against his, slipping my tongue right inside.
He tensed, like he was about to pull away. Reality crashed in on me and I realized what I’d done. I inhaled sharply, ready to move back and find the nearest escape.
Letting out a low groan, he brought me closer and tilted his head.
My hands became fists around his blazer, my throat muscles tight from holding back my whimper. He swirled his tongue around my own, kissing me as if he wanted to bend me over the nearest table and rip my dress off.
Dear God, I was all for it. More than ready.
He broke away, panting. His hooded eyes focused on my mouth right before he turned to look behind him.
Diane left. The fact that he’d pulled away to look for her detonated another landmine full of fuck-no.
Shaking, aroused, and more jealous than I had any damn right to be, I moved away from him. His head turned back in my direction, his eyes narrowing as he refocused on me.
Too late. It’d happened. Jealousy had morphed into a straight-up demon, one that writhed sickeningly inside me. And I couldn’t think past it enough to stay there another second.
“Liv? Liv!”
I turned; I didn’t care if people paid attention to us, if we made a scene. I needed out. Tears gathered in my eyes from the fury in me. Even worse, that was his ex-fiancé. If he wanted to hug her, for appearances sake, he had every right to do so. I was being an idiot and that only made my anger worse.
A part of me knew that he would follow me. I think I wanted him to. I wanted us somewhere private where I could irrationally let him have it. He’d been jealous the entire night before and had been distant since. If he had a right to get pissed off when I saw an ex, why didn’t I? Especially one that had made it clear she wanted him fucking back!
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