With my hands braced on his shoulders, I start to move, slowly grinding my hips back and forth, dipping him in and out of me lingeringly. My face is inches away from his. I watch his parted lips while he breathes. His eyes hooded and devoted. “You have no idea how good you feel.” He groans watching me but I clench my eyes shut and bury my head into the side of his neck. Wrapping my fingers through his hair I pull up and push down, cherishing him. Calvin’s arms wrap around my neck while his fingers slide through my hair. He’s holding me against him like I'm made of glass. He doesn’t take over to my surprise, just holds me. Savoring me while I work him into senselessness.
I gently ease him out of me then push back down motioning my hips into circular movements against his pelvic bone. “God,” I gasp, groaning as I push through another building of a world shattering climax. Calvin’s groan is low as he latches on to my hair, inhaling sharply as he does.
“I love you.” I whisper into his ear, my voice is tremulous. I repeat it, following suit to my thrusts.
Calvin moans in appreciation and pulls my head up to face him. He suddenly pushes his lips into mine with urgency, forcing his tongue in. He kisses me hard and fast invading my mouth greedily taking all of me. I begin to stroke up and down even faster, keeping up with his sudden augmenting of my momentum. I hold onto the pillow behind him squeezing it for support and pound him while his hips thrust up from the bed with the force he desires. He needs this. He wants me to make him forget for a while and I want to fulfill that request.
“Yes, baby...” Calvin hisses tugging at my hair. He begins to buck up into me ferociously. I throw my head back on a loud moan thrusting harder, trying to keep up but I can’t. Suddenly Calvin takes control. He flips me over so he is on top. He does it with great ease staying inside of me and doesn’t allow me time to adjust. He pounds into me vigorously on a predominant cry. I note the determination in his hardened features. His strokes are forceful, deep and relentless. He’s pounding out all his emotions. All his angst and anger.
I claw at the bed sheets while he works himself in out and of me in a hot, racing tempo. He’s pushing me to the brink. I’m building to that place of getting lost in the mix of an ultimate soul touching climax. Calvin seems to know it. “Wait for me baby, wait…”
I can’t. It seems impossible to hold out. My climax that was already at the top of its peak, comes crashing down, bursting at the seams, but I don’t have to wait for long. Calvin slams into me with eager determination once more. I call out his name loudly as I come undone. My body spiraling. My thighs clenching. My finger nails digging into his flesh as I let out a heart-rending sob. Calvin loses it the same time as I on a loud moan. He tugs my hair as he body shudders. I hold onto him while we ride through ecstasy together. The feeling is intensified and overwhelming. It’s like our bodies enrolled into one, convulsing, connecting and making sweet, savored love.
I crumble into a lax pile beneath him. He cradles my face, kissing me across my jaw, my cheeks then captures my lips.
“I. Love. You.” He tells me between unsteady breaths and kisses. He tenderly smoothes my hair out of my face and rests his forehead against mine.
“Shit. You’re amazing, do you know that? Thank you.” He pulls out of me and I wince as he turn’s me over so I’m lying on his chest. I grin weakly feeling spent from his heavenly attack and press featherlike kisses across the top of his chest inhaling his delightful aroma. “I’m sorry I argued with you. I hope I made it better after that?”
He wraps his arms around my back holding me against him. “Stop saying sorry, you have nothing to apologize for.” His lips brush against my temple as I nuzzle my head comfortably into his neck. It’s then I suddenly notice something is missing and ask him sleepily. “Where is your necklace from your mom?”
“I keep it safe now.” He whispers. I lay my head back down and rest silently, utterly spent, listening to his beating heart. He plays with my hair, stroking it humming 'snow patrols, chasing cars' until I fall asleep.
Chapter Thirty*
I wake up the next morning and instantly feel Calvin-less. That’s because I am.
He's not next to me in bed. I begin to panic until I hear him call me. “Hey, I’m here.”
My eyes dart around the room frantically. I spot him sat in the posh single chair that’s near the window. I immediately relax and sigh showing it.
“I thought…”
Calvin frowns, I don’t finish my sentence. “I will never leave you. I got you some things. I couldn’t sleep.”
It’s only then I notice he has a big white glossy clothes bag next to him. He picks it up and sets it down on to the bed. I crawl over to take a peek. Inside are a fresh new pair of light denim jeans, a white wooly jumper and new converse. I also find a pair of matching white lace underwear.
“You got me these?” I begin to pull them out one by one placing them on the bed.
“You don’t have many things with you and I needed to grab a few things, so I though these would cheer you up a little bit.” He shrugs casually but his eyes are watching me intently to see how I’m going to react. Of course, I feel tears gather in the corners of my eyes.
“Thank you. That’s so thoughtful, and exactly what I’d by for myself.”
He smiles and I hear a small sigh of delight but I don’t tell him that.
We shower in silence after Calvin’s made me bagels for breakfast and milky coffee, even though now he’s not eating I try to.
I get dressed into my new garments from Calvin and leave my hair down wavy.
“I love this.” I wrap my arms around myself loving the soft fluffy feel of the material of my new jumper.
“I was going to get it in pink, but it wouldn’t have gone with your red coat.”
I spin around surprised with a grin on my face.
“What?” he shrugs as he pulls on a cream knitted pullover, over a white shirt looking the desirable god he is pairing it with dark jeans and high rise boots. “You actually thought about color coordination?”
He rolls his eyes playfully, “Of course I did, what do you take me for?”
“Amazing.” I beam walking over to him to plant a kiss on his full pink lips.
I stroke his clean-shaven jaw as he watches me, his eyebrows raise. “You don’t like it? You shaved it.”
“I love it either way, shaved or not. Do you like it?”
He smiles warmly. “Yeah. Thanks for shaving me, even though I could have done it myself.” He chuckles.
“Would you grow it again if I asked?” I smirk.
“I would do whatever you wanted me to.” And he's serious.
I continue to run my finger along his jaw flirtatiously. “Now what would that do to your reputation if people thought you were whipped Calvin?”
He eyes glow with humor tracing his thumb over my bottom lip. “I don’t care. I haven’t a rep to keep anymore. I’m a taken man who has been whipped, your right.”
I roll my eyes. “You are not whipped.”
“Yes I am. Whatever my beautiful, gorgeous stubborn red head says goes.”
“Then kiss me.” I grin. And he does.
Calvin pulls back after kissing me and smiles like he has something funny on his mind.
“What?” I ask smiling at his adorable face.
“Did you say, auburn, in your head when I called you a red head?”
I narrow my eyes cunningly, then burst out laughing. “Actually, no. How do you know I do that?”
The corners of his mouth rise playfully while he pushes lose hair behind my ear. “I know everything about you.” Calvin's playful smile fades when he hears my cell ringing. It brings him back to reality and it’s not the best place to be right now.
I go over to where it’s placed on charge and notice it’s the police calling.
“You wana answer it?”
He groans annoyed and takes it from me, then walks out of the room to talk to them but is back too quickly making me think he put the phone down
on them.
When he comes back he seems anxious. “What it is? What did they say?”
“There coming up.” His jaw tightens. He hates every second of this but it has to be done.
“Here?”
The door knocks twice answering my question. Calvin ignores it and slumps into the chair and starts bouncing his knee up and down.
I go to answer it and am greeted by PC Chummily and DC Fray. I let them in without hesitation.
“Thank you.” Fray nods stiffly. Jesus, she scares me a little.
“Look who it is.” Calvin distasteful tone gets thrown at them. I scold him with my eyes then turn back to face them.
“We have news on your step father,” Fray continues ignoring Calvin’s outburst. I wince at her addressing him as my step father but stay silent and begin to bite my nails.
“We are going to investigate the whereabouts of Fahoney but we need a couple of dozen men to do the job. Specialist if you like. They will follow him, set up surveillance and anything else that deems appropriate for this case.”
“This case?” Calvin scoffs, “You know who did it yet you still haven’t got him? What kind of cops are you? This is why you’re a waste of fucking time.”
I find myself apologizing for his comments as Fray seems to despise Calvin’s attitude. This time Fray speaks almost unprofessionally.
“We know who he is Mr. Blake but these sort of things need preparation. Mauricio Fahoney is a clever man, a mother fucker, but clever. Every crime he has ever done is covered up or there isn’t enough evidence or witnesses to prosecute. With this, we have a lead, we have something to go on. I understand he will be hunting the pair of you down, so to speak, and as our duty will we protect you until he is behind bars. We have spoken with the superintendent of Chicago and he is completely on board with this. Turns out, he’s been waiting to drag the bastard down himself.”
I shoot a look over towards Calvin almost ready for him to say Jason, the superintendent, my corrupt uncle, was working with Mauricio but he doesn’t let it slip. I don’t know why so I also keep my mouth shut in case there is a logic to why Calvin didn’t string him out.
“So, now what do we do?” I feel a lot better that the police are on our side but will that stop him?
“You don’t do anything mam. We will take care of it from here. Where ever you do decided to go, an undercover cop car will follow. But I do advise you to stay inside…”
“Stay inside?” Calvin stands from the chair furiously. “You come over here shouting the odds telling us what to do when we’ve been through this on our own for weeks. Don’t think you can come over here calling the fucking shot's. Where have you been while Fahoney has had power over most of Chicago? Fucking shitting yourself scared that’s where.”
PC Chummily speaks this time calmly. “I know how frustrating this is for you sir but...”
“Frustrating?” Calvin yells glaring with cold ice blue eyes at the officer. “You have no idea how I’m fucking feeling. He killed my parents, then came for my brother, and now he wants to hurt my girlfriend and you think I’m frustrated? That doesn’t even come close. If I ever get the chance, I will kill him with my bare fucking hands.”
“Well, it would save us a job.”
My eyes dart towards Frays almost proud comment in disbelief. Can she say that?
Calvin is also thinking the same as I am. His body goes from rigid to relax.
“Look,” Fray explains with a more gentle approach, putting away her notepad. “We want him sent down as much as you do. If you cooperate with us it will make it ten times easier.”
I nod agreeing and slightly getting my hopes up to Mauricio getting caught and finally put in a jail cell to rot. Calvin however is not that optimistic. “Yeah right. Good luck.” He snorts as I see them out.
“Calvin,” I turn approaching him gently when they’re gone. “They are only trying to help.”
“I don’t want their fucking help. I need to call my grandparents.” Then suddenly something hits him. His body stiffens from the thought.
“Fuck. They might already no. I haven’t a phone. They can’t get hold of me and they will be wondering why Ashton hasn’t called them. Why have I only just realized this? I’m so fucking stupid.” He curses, scolding himself.
“You know the number?” I hold my cell up suggestively. He looks down at the cell in my hand, then back into my eyes. He looks lost again. I hate this. He’s far from his calm and collected carefree self.
“Yes. I’ll call them.” He says being short.
I purse my lips to hold in any emotion I’m feeling from seeing him so torn, and pass him the phone. Calvin presses in the digits with uneasy fingers.
When it starts to ring he slowly holds it up to his ear and pulls in deep breath, closing his eyes.
Hazel eventually answers. She almost shouts her welcome down the speaker. I can hear her clearly. Then I hear her mumbling to herself about much she hates this technology rubbish.
Her comment brings on a smile from me, but only a small one. Calvin stares at the wall impassively. “Gran, it’s... It’s Calvin.”
His voice is strained but cautious. I’m holding my breath for him. I know he won’t break the news over the phone but watching how grief stricken he is cuts me to the core.
“Calvin, sweet heart.” She finally beams down the speaker her bubbly personality seeping through. But she still yells a little down the line. I think it’s because she thinks Calvin can’t hear her clearly. Calvin clears his throat to try and sound normal.
“Gran, we’re coming to visit you. Me and Olivia. I hope you don’t mind.”
Hazel, just as I expected, is delighted. “Oh, wonderful. Did you hear that Gerald. Calvin and Olivia are coming to visit us.”
We hear Gerald in the background speaking to another man, then Hazel continues to speak to Gerald, almost forgetting Calvin is speaking to her.
“Oh look, it looks like they’re already here. You surprised us. You devil you.” Both Calvin and I frown a little confused over Hazel’s proclamation and from the bustle in the background. It would seem they are in a car from what I can gather from the background noises.
“Gran. What are you taking about? Where are you?” Calvin’s voice is now firm and filled with angst.
“Oh, we’re in a taxi sweet heart, just pulling up to our farm house. Your granddad wanted to come home. Please tell Ashton he wasn’t being ungrateful,”
I close my eyes in pain at the mention of Ashton’s name. When I open them again to see how Calvin reacted, it’s not what I thought. His body is ridged. His face is etched with rage.
“Gran, listen to me. You need to go back. Get away from there okay?”
“Whatever for? You’ve come to visit us silly. I can see your car on our gravel.”
“What?” Calvin almost shouts the word. It doesn’t register to me what Hazel had actually just said until Calvin’s face turns white.
“Gran. Keep going. Tell the cab driver to keep driving. Don’t go home. That’s not my car.”
“Yes it is dear. It’s black.”
What Gerald says next turns causes my ears to ring. My stomach cramps. “That’s not a Bentley Hazel you silly women. It’s a BMW. Probably sales men. I’ll give them what for stepping foot on my property.”
My legs buckle beneath me. I stumble over to the bed needing something to support my weight.
A black BMW. No. He wouldn’t do that. He couldn’t.
Calvin tugs at his hair, pulls the phone away from his ear and curses. “Mother fuckers.”
He takes the phone to his ear again and pronounces every single word to his gran slowly but firm.
“Now gran, listen to me. You tell the driver to keep driving. Right now.”
“But…”
“Gran, do it!”
She huffs and puffs but orders the cab driver to keep driving. Gerald protests in the background as Calvin persists on getting Hazels full attention.
“Gran, yo
u need to go to Aunt Claire’s house. You need to stay there until I meet you there Okay. Do you understand?”
My heart is beating, pounding out of my chest and through my ears. All that’s going through my mind what if they see Calvin’s grandparents. What if they follow them? Why are they there? What do they intend to do?
“No, Calvin, I don’t. Does this have anything to do with that car?”
“Yes Gran. Go to Claire’s. I will meet you there.”
“Calvin I don’t like the sound of this. Not one bit. What’s happened?”
Calvin pushes on, his face is full of vehemence but his tone is collected for Hazel’s sake.
“Aunt Claire’s gran, Okay?”
“Right. See you there.” Hazel’s voice is uneasy but she promises anyway.
When Calvin ends the call he lashes out in temper throwing my cell onto the bed. “Fuck. Mother fucking bastards.” He pulls at his hair. Kicks over the single chair and smashes all the glasses that are resting on the bar. Each blow he gives, every curse he lets out, makes me wince. Every single time. I get his rage, I do and I wish I could do something but I’m too stunned, too pained to move. It’s like a horror scene in my head, with the same horror scene acting out in front of me. I can’t focus. I can’t think straight.
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