by Frankie Love
I love this about her, I love it.
I love her.
I love that we can be role-playing in such a kinky, sexual way, without either of us being degraded or anxious or any of it feeling forced. Everything about this moment just feels good. Right.
I sit down, thinking how I’m going to tell her the truth about who I am when this is over. I’ll tell her that I’m the owner of this club as soon as we play this game.
Damn, I can’t wait to come clean, my shoulders are going to feel so light.
I’m thinking about this—but only for a moment, because Jules opens her mouth and puts my long, hard cock in her mouth. Groaning, my head falls back, the stress of the last few weeks falling away as she takes me, her hands rubbing over my thighs, reaching for my hands and setting them on her big, bouncy tits. Fuck me, I really do feel like a king.
I sit on the throne, my knees spread apart with my baby between them. She runs a hand over my balls, cupping them and squeezing them gently as her mouth wraps around my length, suctioning it off, making me harder than hell. Her fingers stroke my shaft, as she bobs her head up and down like a good member of the royal court.
She moves faster and faster, my cock deep in her mouth, and there’s something about watching your woman go down on you, head moving, tits bouncing, her body vulnerable before you—that makes you feel like a goddamn ruler.
And right now that’s exactly how I feel. I press my hand on the back of Jules’ head, wanting her to take more of me, all of me. Take me until she gags because that’s exactly what she wants to have happen.
She wants to feel everything in the deepest and highest way possible. She wants to feel it all and I let her. I will guide my baby, and I will take her to places she has never dreamt of going.
She keeps sucking me, sucking me until I’m about to explode. She moans as she tastes me and licks me, pulling me from her mouth, and twirling her tongue over my tip, rubbing her tits against my shaft as I get ready to explode.
She dips her head back down and sucks me again, harder and harder. Her tongue runs over my velvety ridges and I know it’s about to happen.
“I’m so fucking close,” I tell her.
“Come all over me,” she begs, pulling me from her mouth. “Come all over me, my king. Please. I want you to come on my face, I want you to blow all over me. Give it to me, Cal,” she moans. “Give it to me now.” She starts stroking me again, then she takes her hand and licks her palm, lubricating my shaft as she strokes me again. Jerking me off like a fucking royal courtesan.
I come on her, just like she asks. Ribbons of my come shoot across her tits, and she moves her face closer to my cock so my come can fall on her lips, on her cheeks, on her neck. She licks her lips, tasting me. The smile on her face tells me everything I need to know. She loves this. She fucking loves me.
I’m still so hard for her. I pump my shaft a few times, watching her pleasure at being covered in my release. Then I pull her onto the throne, in my lap so that she straddles me.
“I want to come in your pussy, baby,” I tell her. “I want to come in you so hard. I want to fill you with my royal heir.”
She pulls back then as my cock sinks deep inside of her. “To clarify, do you want to put a baby in me or is this just a role-playing line?”
“Fuck, I don’t know. I want everything with you, Jules. I fucking love you,” I tell her as she starts grinding against me.
Her hands reach to the back of the throne holding on tightly, her tits right up in my face where they belong, bouncing up and down against me. I grab her ass, squeezing tight, but not as tight as her perfect cunt riding me.
“Fuck, Cal,” she moans. “I love you, too.”
Her words are everything I never knew I needed to hear. When she says them, it’s like she’s given me all the power in the world. I fuck my girl as she sits on top of me, on the throne of my own making. Our words a confession that surges between us, our bodies melting into a pool of water, a fucking oasis of our devotion.
Then the door swings open and Jordan is in the throne room.
Jules’ eyes go wide as her bare ass gets slapped by my palm, her big tits right in my face, her pussy full of my cock. Our words of love still hanging in the air.
“Boss, we have a big fucking problem,” Jordan says. He’s holding out his tablet, not even commenting on the fact that Jules is here, naked, on top of me. “Look,” he says. “More photos were leaked.”
“Goddammit, can you give us a minute,” I yell, reaching for Jules’ coat so she is covered. She reaches for it, pressing it against her chest. I grab my pants to cover myself, not exactly happy about Jordan seeing my woman and me fucking.
“There’s no time, Boss. The plan is ruined. I don’t think it’s the mob who’s fucking with us,” Jordan says not seeming to care what I’ve told him.
“Why the hell not?”
“Because these photos are of the mob, with Danny’s new girls.” It’s only then that Jordan realizes that Jules is here.
And I realize that she is staring at me in confusion.
“Why did Jordan call you boss?” she asks.
Jordan looks at me, raises his hands in apology.
“Sorry, man,” he starts. “I was just so fucking shocked—”
I cut them both off. “Give us a sec,” I tell him.
Jordan steps away, nodding, realizing his mistake.
I want him to understand it’s okay, that I was about to tell Jules the whole truth and nothing but the truth in a few minutes. But before I can even speak, Jules has gotten off me, and pulled on her coat, cinching it tight.
“You’re his boss? What does that even mean, Cal?”
“I wanted to tell you. I was going to tell you but I—”
“But you what, Cal? Thought that lying to me was a better plan for you than being honest with me?” Jules’ voice still doesn’t rise to a yell but in this moment I want it to.
I want her to scream at me, shout at me, tell me I’m a fucking asshole.
But she doesn’t.
She just looks at me with those big brown eyes as if she has no idea who I am. As if she’s seeing me for the first time in her life.
“I wanted to tell you who I really am.”
“If you’re the boss of Jordan, and Jordan’s the manager of the club, what does that make you, Callahan? Who are you?” Her eyes fill with tears and the words she said to me, the night we met, ring in my ears.
She liked me because I wasn’t like the liars and the cheats in this town. The men making money off the pretty women and lonely men. She thought I was more. Bigger. Better. She thought I was a salt of the earth guy who happened to come from money. She believed I wasn’t like everyone else.
But she was wrong and I let her believe I was someone I’m not.
Maybe, someone, I’ll never be.
But I love her. And she loves me.
We just fucking admitted it.
But right now she just stares at me, broken over the lies I didn’t have to tell, by secrets I chose to keep.
“Tell me, Cal.” She swallows, as if not really wanting to know because once I answer it will change everything between us forever. She’ll never see me the same way again. “Who are you?” Jules asks one more time.
Sitting on a throne like a king who knows he just lost everything valuable in the world, I answer, “I’m the owner of the A-List Fuck Club.”
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24
I stare at him, his words hitting me in the gut, shattering my belief in what we have.
Cal played me. Hard. And why? He didn’t need to lie to me. I never once lied to him. I not only gave him my virginity, but I also gave him my heart. Jordan has slipped out of the throne room, and all that is left is Cal and me.
His eyes search mine, and I tell myself to be strong, to be brave, to not let one man define me. I should get up, leave. Storm away while shouting fiery words at the only man I have ever fallen for.
But it isn’t that easy.
I don’t want to run away from him.
I want to understand him. Understand why he’d do this to me.
“I trusted you. But what kind of love is built on half-truths and lies?” I ask. I wipe my eyes, my body covered in this stupid trench coat but my heart splayed out for him to see.
“I know. It was dumb but—”
“I don’t want your buts, Cal.” My words are shaky, and I try to steady myself. But I don’t want to steady myself. I want Cal to be that person for me. I want him to fill in the gaps in my life. Be strong where I am weak and be hard where I am soft. I want to be in this—all of this: the leaked photos and the double-crossers at the club, and the death of Sawyer and the losing my family farm—all the parts that are messy, I want to figure them out with him by my side.
But how can I do that when nothing between us is as real as I thought?
Cinching the belt on the trench coat tighter, I try to steady my hands, slow my beating heart. “I want the truth, Cal. No excuses. Respect me enough to give me a straight answer.”
Cal runs his hands over his face, still sitting on the throne, but he no longer looks like a man ready to rule—right now he looks as if he is witnessing the crumbling of an empire.
He looks lost and he looks broken and I can’t bear to watch him fall apart before me. He sits back in the throne, and rests his elbows on his knees, raising his chin, he looks up at me. “You must think I’m a fucking monster. Representing everything in this world you hate. And I’m sorry, Jules. I really fucking am. My life was ruined by this town, so I wasn’t lying when I said I fucking hate the games just like you. I hate them more than anyone—and after Sawyer’s death… I’ve never felt that as strongly as I do now. My anonymity became one of the only things I could control in a city hell-bent on taking everything I held dear. This town took my parents, I couldn’t let it take me too.”
I’m standing with my hands on my hips, listening to his confession, watching as he pleads with me. And in this moment I don’t know what kind of woman I want to be.
His words sound sincere and I know there’s more to his story. But do I even want to hear it?
There could be more lies or smokescreens. More magic and mirrors. Just like this club, a promised oasis from the storm outside, but from the moment my friends and I walked through the doors all we found was trouble.
Gretchen and Collette’s trouble was getting in the tabloids... my trouble was found with the man before me now.
But right now this story isn’t about Gretchen and Collette, about this town or about Callahan’s parents.
It’s about Cal and Jules.
And I have a feeling that my response in this moment is going to decide how this chapter ends.
“Say something, Jules. I never meant to hurt you.” He stands, reaching for my hands, trying to find a way into my heart. I lower my eyes, not sure if I can give him what he wants. “I swear to God, you’re the only thing I want.”
What sort of heroine do I want to be in the story of my life?
The one who fights or the one who forgives?
The one who bends over and takes it, or the one who listens?
The one who hears?
The one who stays?
It’s not even a question.
“Say something, tell me you hate me, even,” he whispers, cupping my face with his palm. I lean into his hold, a tear falling down my cheek. “I would deserve that, Jules. You telling me it’s over. But... don’t say it.”
“I trusted you, Cal.” My words are soft, and so is my heart. I could leave... but I could also stay. I want to stay. I want to believe that the love Cal and I have is real. The kind that lasts. The kind that will grow, refuse to fade. “Don’t make a fool of me.”
He presses his forehead against mine. “Never.”
“But you did,” I breathe. “You did once. Don’t do it again.”
“I swear to you. Never again.”
“Did you not think you could trust me?” I ask, revealing the part that hurt the most. He didn’t trust me enough with his secret.
“I was scared. I don’t want to get hurt, or to hurt the people I love.”
“You can’t keep me safe if I’m in the dark. Just like plants need light in order to grow, so does love.”
“I’m sorry, Jules.”
I kiss him then, and not just because I want to. Because I need to.
Because choosing him right now is scarier than anything I’ve ever done in my life. Scarier than leaving my life in Resting. Because at least that choice came with a paycheck—this choice doesn’t come with any guarantees.
It only comes with faith.
Faith in the words Cal says and faith in the way I feel now.
Faith is a free fall, but I choose to believe Cal will catch me.
Our mouths part and his tongue presses against mine, and his arms are around me, his hands in my hair, drawing me closer, needing me the way I need him. Fervently.
“I love you,” I tell him, pulling away, needing to see his eyes again. Needing to look at my choice hard and fast.
“I love you more, Jules.” And then he picks me up and carries me out of the room.
I may be a fool in love.
But giving up on what we have seems most foolish of all.
Life is hard, there are so many unknowns. So many things to fear and hide behind. And maybe my desire to move back to Resting is born from the fear of the future. Resting Hollow is safe and secure and is a guarantee.
But maybe there is more to life than safety nets and promises.
Right now, in Cal’s arms, I want to see where this love might take me.
25
Carrying Jules in my arms, down the hall to a very special room in the club, my chest expands in a way I never thought possible. Her forgiveness is more than I fucking deserve—she is more than any man deserves.
Yet, here she is—choosing me.
Trusting me in ways that make me want to be a better man.
That make me want to be the sort of man my parents would have been proud of—a man who her father and grandma will be proud of.
The kind of man she will be proud of.
I love this woman and I refuse to let her go.
I push open the door, flip the light switch on, and reveal a dimly lit room draped in soft pink silk, the floor covered in lush velvet cushions. The entire room is a padded oasis created for pleasure.
This may be a fuck club, but this room is made for more than just fucking.
This room was made for making love.
“It’s beautiful,” she murmurs as I set her down.
“You are beautiful.”
Her cheeks redden, her dark eyes lowered to the ground, and she reaches for the belt on her coat.
“Should we check in with Jordan and the girls about the photos?” she asks. “I don’t want to keep you from doing your job. I get why you have been so stressed about the state of things here. This place is your baby.”
“Was my baby.”
Her eyes narrow, she licks her lips.
“You’re my baby now,” I tell her. “You are the only thing that matters to me, Jules. I only made this club because I wanted a place for the elite of this city to go where they could be safe.” I shake my head, my hands reaching for her hips, pulling her closer. “My parents, they died in a car crash after paparazzi followed them for miles, causing a collision. They died on impact. Sawyer’s parent’s were in the car with them that night.”
Her eyes soften, melting into mine. “Oh God,” she whispers. “I’m so sorry.”
“They were best friends, the four of them. They were all actors. Sawyer’s parents survived … mine, not as lucky. Their death was pointless. Just like Sawyer’s. Sawyer may have killed himself, but he got to that point because this city destroyed every good thing about him.”
“Who were your parents?”
My jaw tenses. I never say their names. But I’
ll tell Jules everything she wants to know. I’ll tell my baby everything. “Jen and Thomas Mallone.”
Her mouth falls to a perfect O. “The Mallones? You’re their son.” She is unable to conceal her shock. “And your first name, it isn’t Callahan, is it?”
I shake my head. “They named me Levi. Levi Callahan Mallone.”
“You changed your name, your everything after they died, didn’t you?”
“I had to. They knew for the last years leading up to their deaths that things were out of control. They couldn’t leave their house without being bombarded.”
Jules nods. “I remember. Your mom was compared to Princess Di, people loved her. She—” Jules shakes her head. “I’m so sorry, Cal. You lost so much.”
“You lost your mom too, Jules, you know what it’s like to lose the people that made you who you are.”
She wipes the tears from her eyes. “I wish I’d known... I could have been there for you more when you lost Sawyer. I’m so sorry.”
“I didn’t know how to tell you, Jules. I was scared. And the fucking mob has been after me and this club, they want to buy this property, but if they find out who I am... my privacy is no longer guaranteed. People will start asking questions I’m not prepared to answer.”
“I know your privacy is important, but Cal, there is a cost involved with every choice we make. And maybe...” She stops, shakes her head. “Sorry, I’m not trying to overstep.”
“No, tell me,” I say, wanting to know Jules’ opinion on everything.
“Well, I wonder if everyone knew who you really were, knew your family connections if someone would have risked going behind your back at the club and selling the photos. I mean, right now, whoever this is, thinks they can get away with it. If people knew you were Levi Mallone no one would mess with you.”
I exhale, close my eyes. This is all so fucking heavy. “In my parents’ will, they stipulated I would only continue receiving their trust if I never got involved in the Hollywood scene. When I’m thirty-five I’ll get everything but I’m not even thirty.”
Jules presses her hands on my cheeks, not letting go of my gaze. “Maybe it was worth it before, to get the money, but now Sawyer is dead, Cal. Things are no longer the same. The game changed. And your parents would never have meant their will to force you to be a shadow of yourself.”