by Sara Cate
“There have been women, but none of them meant anything. Case in point, I’ve actually blown off women, Mila included, when you’ve needed me. When you’ve wanted to come over. When I needed to go pick you up from somewhere. You’ve always been the priority. The most important person in my world. Hell, the center of it.”
I let out a shaky breath and swallow hard because his words aren’t doing anything but making me wet. He smiles as if he can hear my thoughts. “Is your pussy wet now?”
I nod.
“If I fuck you now, you can’t take an hour in the bathroom getting ready.”
“I promise I won’t!” I giggle as I push him onto his back and slide down his cock.
Okay so I lied, and James knew it too, but I sucked his dick after we made love again so I think I’m forgiven. Although, we are leaving thirty minutes after we were supposed to leave which resulted in a lecture from Dad for not being on schedule.
“Sorry!” I squeal as we get in the car, after he gets off the phone.
“He’ll be okay.” He chuckles. “I’m in no rush to get home anyway.”
“I know me either, but the roads…” I wince as we make our way out of the garage and onto the street. They’ve been plowed, but the snow is falling again and it’s only a matter of time before the streets are covered with a thin blanket of snow. It’s about an hour drive from here to our home in Greenwich, Connecticut but I am not sure how we’ll fare in a light snow storm and the holiday traffic.
He rubs my thigh and gives it a squeeze. “I’ll drive safely. There’s precious cargo in here.” About an hour later, we’re still about twenty minutes from home as the snow did slow us down some.
“So…can we not…until we are back in New York?”
He glances at me, and before I can think he’s pulling over to the side of the road. I look around at what he’s doing and I’m grateful that we’re off the highway on a less traveled road. “What do you think?”
I shrug. “I don’t know.”
He pulls my face closer to his and presses a kiss to my lips. His tongue invades my mouth instantly and my body begins to build with every swipe of his tongue against mine. I don’t know how long we’re at it but when we pull apart, we are both out of breath and his lips are red and wet and I’m sure mine look similar. “I don’t know that I’ll be able to go a week without you.”
“A week? James, I’m home until after New Year’s. I’m sure you’ll go back to New York but the dorms don’t open again until mid-January.”
His eyes widen as the reality of not being able to touch me for the next month sets in. He leans back against the headrest. “Fuck. Can’t you say you have to go back early?”
“Okay and stay where?”
“With me, obviously. Say you got a job on campus and you have to go back.”
“Okay and where will I get the mystery money when Mom and Dad cut back on my allowance because now, I have ‘a job.’” I put in air quotes.
He shoots me a look. “Baby, I’ll take care of whatever you need, you know that.”
“Wait what?”
“Okay, so we’re doing the whole, ‘you’re an independent woman who doesn’t want her man taking care of her’ thing? Okay, got it.”
“No, I…I didn’t say that, I just didn’t know…” I raise an eyebrow at him and give him a smirk. “My man?”
“What else would you like to call me?”
“I wasn’t aware that we’d established labels.” Like a boyfriend?
“Okay, we can go with ‘man that makes you come violently,’ if you prefer?” He rolls his eyes. “Fine, if you’re not willing to commit to that level of a lie, just say you’re hanging out with friends. Gabrielle, when I go back to New York, you need to go with me. So, figure out how to make that happen if you don’t like my ideas.” He gives me a hard stare and I shiver under his gaze.
“But…I’m not a good liar,” I tell him weakly. I know he’s wearing me down and I’ll have to come up with something, because the idea of not touching or even seeing James for over a month is not an option. “I’ll think of something.” I sigh as he pulls out onto the road.
“I’ll try and get us out of the house from time to time,” he tells me as he clasps my hand with his and brings it to his lips. “I love you baby; everything is going to be fine.”
I pull our hands to mine and place a kiss on his hand as well. “I love you too.”
Monica is flying down the stairs before I’m even halfway into the foyer and wrapping her arms around me. “Oh my God, finally!” Monica and James could damn near be twins but Monica ditched her dark hair years ago and dyes it a honey blonde that she keeps chopped into a long bob. Her eyes are bright blue just like James and they have similar noses and mouths. Round coke bottle glasses sit in front of her eyes and she has a diamond stud piercing in her nose. Monica is gorgeous in the most natural way and there were many times growing up I was jealous of how effortlessly beautiful she was.
My mother, Virginia Calloway, is right behind her and has me wrapped in her arms before I even set my suitcase down. “My sweet girl!” She kisses both of my cheeks and gives me a smile that has been known to make even my shittiest days better. She hugs James, running her hands through his hair and fussing over her darling boy before turning back to me and engulfing me in another hug.
“I missed you, Mom,” I tell her as I breathe in her signature Prada perfume. “You too Mon.” I grab my sister’s hand and squeeze it. “I can’t believe I’ve been gone for practically four months.”
“Yes, you’ll need to do better next semester, young lady,” my father says as he walks into the room. “I do remember you promising to visit at least once a month.” Calvin Calloway is tall, almost as tall as James with the same luscious dark hair that made my mother fall in love allegedly. It’s speckled with strands of gray now, but I think he’s just happy he hasn’t started to lose it. He’s lean from the constant marathons he runs and probably the fact that he hasn’t consumed red meat since I was twelve years old.
“Sorry, I just…the first semester was crazy. Getting acclimated and all that.” I hug my dad before Mom guides me towards the kitchen with Monica’s arm linked through mine and I can smell the cinnamon before we even make it there.
“Pumpkin pie?” I ask. “Already?” My mother’s infamous pumpkin pie doesn’t usually make its appearance until Christmas Eve so I’m surprised she made it four days early.
“It’s your favorite and I was so excited about you coming home and all my babies being here together, I made it early.”
“Might I add, I wasn’t allowed to have any yet,” my father adds and I giggle at the thought that he could probably consume an entire pie in under an hour which is why he wasn’t allowed to touch it.
Monica sits at the kitchen table and props her feet up on the chair next to her. “Oh, hot take. Brandon from next door grew up over this past year, and he’s already been over twice under the guise of seeing if we wanted him to shovel the driveway, but my guess is he’s looking for you.” She points at me with a grin. Brandon Woods is two years older than me and has been away at University of Oxford in England since he graduated high school. Monica was always convinced he had a crush on me, but I highly doubted it and was also highly uninterested. The whole being obsessed with my older brother thing kind of prevented me from paying attention to other guys.
A feeling of discomfort takes over as I can feel the irritation radiating off of the man I gave my virginity to just last night. Keep it the fuck together, James.
“Brandon is a pretentious Mama’s boy with zero fucking swag. What is Gab going to do with that?” James interjects and I already feel my anxiety rising at his response.
“Language,” Mom admonishes with a look that says ‘you may be thirty but I will still take you over my knee.’ “And I think he’s adorable.”
“Oh my gosh!” Monica squeals and claps her hands. “Let’s have him over for dinner.”
“No!” I say quic
kly and I chastise myself at my knee jerk reaction. “I just mean…don’t invite him over for me. I’m not interested.”
“Oh, come on, he’s super cute, Gab. If I was a couple years younger…” Monica tucks her hair behind both ears and shoots me an exaggerated wink.
“I’m just not interested. Monica, I’ve been home for five seconds. I haven’t seen you guys in months, I’m not trying to sit through an uncomfortable dinner tonight with someone I haven’t seen since I was sixteen. Can I even get in the door before you’re trying to fix me up with someone?” I try my best to laugh it off but I know I sound annoyed. I stand up, the pie completely forgotten. “I’m going to take my stuff upstairs; I’ll be right back.” I grab my things and begin dragging it upstairs when I feel James’ hands over my own, taking my luggage from me. I follow him up the long spiral staircase to the second floor where my room is located.
I toss my purse on my reading chair, a white suede chaise that is easily the softest thing that I’ve ever sat on, besides James’ mouth. I drop to the bed and look up at James and am surprised to see the look of want in his eyes that seems to ignite the need inside of me.
No, I mouth at him.
He runs his tongue over his teeth and takes a deep breath through his nose and out through his mouth before taking a few steps towards me. I back up on the bed, scooting my butt up towards the pillows and putting my hand out to stop him from advancing.
I shake my head, my eyes wide and unblinking as my heart pounds in my chest at the idea of anyone catching us in an intimate moment.
Not to mention my door is wide fucking open.
“James,” I whisper when he’s close enough to hear me. “Don’t. It’s too risky.”
“Don’t give a fuck.” His nostrils flare and his eyes narrow at me. His blue eyes heat my skin and when he runs his tongue over his lips, my clit flutters in response.
“But…”
He grabs my face and rubs his nose over mine and then down the side of my face. “You interested in that nerd next door, Princess?”
I roll my eyes despite the ache growing aggressively between my legs as I realize why he’s suddenly feeling reckless enough to behave this way. “Jealous, much?”
Not pleased with my response, his hand squeezes my jaw. “It’s a question, don’t make me ask you again.”
“No.”
“You sure? Have you ever been interested? I haven’t been around in a while, so I don’t know about the neighborhood boys that grew into men that may be interested in this,” he says as he grabs me between my legs. “Which belongs to me.”
I glance at the door and try to listen for my parents and Monica, and thankfully I can faintly hear the white noise of them talking.
“What would you say if I told you I was?” I raise an eyebrow at him. I know I’m going down a dark road, taunting him while there’s no hope for either of us releasing the tension I’m creating.
“I would remind you that he has no idea of what you like or how to please you. That only I know how to make your body come alive.” He lowers his face to mine. My breath quickens and I try my best to control it. A smug grin slowly creeps onto his face and I am annoyed at myself for being so easily affected.
“You’re going to get us caught,” I whisper as I hear Monica’s voice clearer than I did a few minutes ago.
He takes a step back and I hop off the bed just as Monica calls my name. I don’t even have a chance to respond before she’s skipping into my room. “Do you want to go downtown tonight? It’s stopped snowing and I think it’ll be fun. You have a fake, right?” She looks at James and scrunches her nose. “Sisters night. You’re not invited.”
“I have no interest in going with you two anywhere.” He rolls his eyes as he backs out of the doorway but not before shooting me a dark, almost sinister look.
James: You look fucking sexy as hell. I’m getting hard just looking at you.
I’m not sure what I was expecting when I saw the text message notification from James, but it certainly wasn’t that. I almost choke on my vodka soda when I see the words on my screen. He’s here?
Much to Monica’s confusion, James was willing to drive us downtown for the night, but what’s odd is we’re at a different bar than where he dropped us, so how does he know where we are? I haven’t talked to him since we got here because catching up with my older sister has actually been fun and Monica would be all over my shit if I was consistently texting. Thankfully, we ran into Monica’s friend and they’re catching up, allowing me a chance to check my phone and reply to his message without prying eyes.
Me: You’re here?
James: Yes.
Me: How did you know where we were?
James: Big brother’s intuition?
I fight the smile playing on my lips.
James: You forget we all share our location with each other?
I shake my head remembering that little fact and also that I may need to turn mine off so Monica and our parents don’t know quite how much time I’m spending with James once we go back to New York.
James: Get away from Mon.
Me: Are you insane? James, no. There could be anyone here that knows us. People from high school. Not just Monica.
James: I’m sorry where in my previous message did you see a question mark?
Me: This is a bad idea.
James: No shit, but I need you. I’m like a fucking addict and I’m starved for my next fix of you.
It feels like it’s gotten about ten degrees hotter just reading his words. I lean over to Monica. “Running to the bathroom.”
“Want me to come with you?”
“No, no I’m good. Stay with your friend. Want me to grab you another drink?”
“Please!” She points at her half drunk beer that I’m sure will be gone by the time I get back. I slide out of the booth and pull my short off-the-shoulder sweater dress down in case it had ridden up. The fabric hugs my curves in all the right ways, hitting me mid-thigh and exposing a sliver of skin before my knee high heeled boots. I curled my hair in tight curls but they had fallen being in this hot club and I’m sporting more wavy hair that looks like I’ve just been thoroughly fucked.
I’m moving through the club slowly, not sure where James is but I’m sure I can feel his eyes on me. I pull out my phone to text him when I feel someone in my space. I look up half expecting to see him standing in front of me when it’s a guy I don’t recognize. The remixed sounds of Doja Cat are blaring through the speakers and I wish we were back in New York so I could grind my ass all over James’ dick but I smile realizing he’d probably make that fantasy happen just like all the others.
“Damn, Little C grew up.”
Chapter 8
Gabrielle
The voice of the guy I’ve run into breaks my thoughts and when I meet his piercing green gaze, I realize it’s one of James’ friends from high school. A lot of his and Monica’s friends called me Little C for “Little Calloway” which I used to love, but now it just serves as a reminder that I’m the annoying little sister. He’s wearing a black long-sleeved button down and black slacks that look custom made with how good it looks on him.
“Davis, right?” I cock my head to the side and he nods, revealing a dimple on both sides.
“You’re absolutely gorgeous, my God. How have you been?”
My phone vibrates in my hand and I don’t even have to look to know who it is. I look down, opening my phone and see his words.
James: Get away from him.
I close my phone, not wanting Davis to catch a glimpse of the message. “I’ve been good.” I tell him politely. “I just finished my first semester at Columbia. Just got home today actually.”
“That’s badass. Following in big brother’s footsteps then? I’m sure he must be proud as hell.” He jokes. Trust me, he is very proud. I squirm just thinking about him. My phone vibrates again and I realize it’s two text messages.
James: I mean it, Gab.
James: Don�
�t push me.
The idea that James is jealous and I have the power to rile him up sends a surge of lust through me. My eyes dart around the crowded dance floor, wondering if I’ll meet the eyes of my very pissed off older brother. “You want to dance?” Davis asks but then he shakes his head and begins ticking his fingers as if he’s counting. “Wait, you’re not old enough to be here…”
“Fake,” I tell him and he snaps his fingers in understanding.
“Do James and Mon know you’re here?”
“I’m here with Monica.” I chuckle and his eyes scan the crowd. My phone vibrates again and I chance a glance at it as Davis looks around.
James: You have exactly five seconds to get away from him before I come over and move you myself.
“Word? Where? I haven’t seen her in ages. I hear she’s off being a brain surgeon somewhere.” Monica and James were both popular in high school. James for being…James, and Monica for being his younger sister when she got to high school. Being three years apart, they were in high school together for two years and it might as well have been “Calloway’s World” because everyone else was just living in it. Most of James’ friends all wanted to date Monica and she had a short-lived fling with his best friend that James was less than pleased about.
A brief thought floats through my mind about how James would react if Davis even tried it. Even if James and I weren’t currently fucking each other’s brains out, if these text messages were any indication, I’m pretty sure he’d have a whole fit.
“So, about that dance…” He trails off and gives me a smile that shows off his teeth and I’ll admit he’s aged well. Women probably flock to him in packs but I’m only interested in one man who’s probably having a coronary right now.