Ours: Book 2 In The Winterburg Series

by Linzvon C

  Ours

  Linzvonc

  Copyright © 2019 Linzvonc.

  All rights reserved.

  Authors Note

  Hi Guys!

  I am so excited to finally be writing a sequel for my first story, Mine.

  Most of you pretty much demanded it, so here it is…

  I really hope I can do it justice!

  For those of you that haven”t read “Mine”, you may find this a little hard to understand, but ”Mine” isn”t terribly long so give it a quick read.

  As always, please, please, please support me as an author by leaving a review if you can, it really does mean so much.

  Over to Cal & Gretchen (Oh how I have missed them!)

  Contents

  Ours

  Chapter 1- Do I Devour You Now, Or Later?

  Chapter 2- I Thought You Were Hungry?

  Chapter 3- Aren’t you?...

  Chapter 4 Apologies

  Chapter 5 – Tattered.

  Chapter 6- My Flaw.

  Chapter 7- Involuntarily.

  Chapter 8- Rage

  Chapter 9- Gioco

  Chapter 10- Get The Fuck Out.

  Chapter 11- Do You Remember?

  Chapter 12- Someone’s Sister

  Chapter 13- Fantasising.

  Chapter 14- Shitty Town

  Chapter 15- Karma

  Chapter 16- Envy

  Chapter 17- Lust

  Chapter 18- Right?

  Chapter 19- Agreed

  Chapter 20- NYC

  Chapter 21- Cousin

  Chapter 22- Not Again.

  Chapter 23- Truth

  Chapter 24: Surprise

  Chapter 24: Sleep

  Chapter 25: Oh…

  Chapter 26: Whatever Is Right.

  Chapter 27: Anything

  Chapter 28: Infinite

  Chapter 29: Sonography

  Chapter 30: Business

  Chapter 1- Do I Devour You Now, Or Later?

  Gretchen

  I scrunch my eyes up as I repeat the words in my head like a mantra, determined to make them stick.

  “Procedural memories are memories of motor skills, actions, muscle memories; episodic memories are memories of life events.”

  I groan as I scribble it on a sticky note, tacking it to my mirror. I stared at it although it was a dangerous article- ready to leap up and attack me at any point. I caught sight of myself in the mirror and smiled, my face immediately softening. I was distracted by the sound of a familiar truck on the street, making me leap to my feet and run down the stairs, my bare feet carrying me down soundlessly.

  This was my favourite part of the day.

  “Baby.”

  He let the door slam behind him with a bang behind him, his electric green eyes drinking me in. I felt my breath catch in my throat as it always did when I saw him, the effect he had on me was timeless. His dirty blond hair fell into his eyes as he pushed it back with his long fingers, the leather of his jacket creaking as he moved, his other hand tightly clutching a holdall that told me he was going to be staying over tonight.

  “Cal,” I breathed, the excitement of seeing him evident in my tone.

  He smiled, shaking his head in mock exasperation, finally moving towards me. My heart thumped in my chest when he reached me, one arm snaking around my waist as he pulled me into him.

  “Woman, when you gonna get my name right?” he teased, kissing the top of my head as I buried myself into his neck, inhaling his scent as though it was the oxygen keeping me alive. His scent needed bottling and distributing around the world, it would be sold out within minutes, I was sure of it.

  “It’s not my fault you have a secret identity,” I teased as lifted my lips to him, closing my eyes as I waited for his lips to crash down on mine.

  I didn’t have to wait long.

  I will try and describe what it is like kissing Cal Fallon, because I spent some time wondering it myself a few years back. It holds the excitement of Christmas, the thought of how amazing it will be smashed out of the park by the reality of what it is. He doesn’t kiss me like anyone else ever has before, teasing my tongue with his; not too fast, not too slow. He makes my body weak and always leaves me wanting more. We kiss with our eyes closed, our bodies pressed together with the promise of insane lovemaking never far behind. I ran my fingers through his hair before tugging on it slightly, causing him to groan as he softly chewed on my bottom lip, causing me to gasp.

  See what I mean?

  “Do you even think we will make it into the house this time?” he growled, trailing kisses down my throat, making me wonder what I had done in a past life to deserve such a slice of paradise. I smiled then as I kissed him once more, before turning to the house, my hand in his as I walked back up the last few steps, aware I was grinning like a maniac.

  I shared the house with Nancy, someone I met when I first came to the city a few years back. Cal insisted we moved somewhere safe- his words- and stubbornly refused to accept my answer that the little apartment we had at the time sufficed. He took to proving us wrong by breaking and entering one time, waiting on my bed for me when I walked into the room, his green eyes flashing triumphantly. I had given in then, and we rented a house in the beautiful residential area in the East Village. I should be thanking him really- I was so in love with the place. Cal had lived in NYC all of his life until he had to leave- but that’s another story. The point is, he is back now, with me.

  My stomach grumbled and I cringed as Cals eyebrows raised with amusement.

  “Is someone hungry?”

  “I haven’t had time to eat yet, I’ve been so busy trying to finish this assignment,” I confessed as his eyes narrowed.

  “No time to eat? Baby. There’s always time to eat,” he kissed my forehead, guiding me into the house. He dropped his bag at the foot of the stairs and shrugging off his jacket.

  “Where’s Nancy?” he asked curiously as he walked into the kitchen, pulling open the fridge and inspecting it with disdain.

  I rolled my eyes as I slid onto the counter, watching him sift through the measly ingredients the fridge offered.

  “She’s with Josh, again.”

  He shook his head at the fridge and shut it before turning towards me, taking in my position on the counter. He walked over, his hands running up my thighs as he pulled me close to him.

  “One, you have no food worthy of human consumption in that fridge. Two, you are telling me the house is empty,” his green eyes met mine as my heart began to race in my chest, excitement building as he moved his hands to hold my face.

  “Do I devour you here and now, then take you somewhere delicious for dinner? Or do I just devour you all night long and fuck the food?”

  I gasped as he pulled me off the counter in one swift movement, a deep growl coming from his mouth as his lips crashed against mine. My hands were clawing at his top, desperate to touch his skin, a shiver running through my body as he held me against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist as his fingers roughly squeezed my nipples.

  “Oh god, Cal....”

  “Ssssh,” he muttered, his mouth on mine as he flipped me around, so my body was pressed against the wall.

  “Gretch? Are you decent?! I see Cal is here!” drawled a voice as Cal groaned with irritation, his hands smoothing my top down as he let me go reluctantly. The door opened and in walked Nancy, followed by a grinning Josh.

  “Did we interrupt anything?” he asked wickedly, his eyes taking in my flushed expression and swollen lips. Cal nodded at him and turned to gaze at me.

  “Nothing that can’t be continued later.”

  His voice was gruff, and I bit back a smile, knowing he was now
very sexually frustrated. As I was I, my nipples hard and visible through my thin t shirt, my shorts hiding the fact my panties were soaking wet.

  Nancy raised a perfectly pencilled brow in my direction as studied me.

  “Did you finish your assignment? She’s been so anxious about this damn thing,” she directed the last part to Cal who shrugged.

  “Good job you aren’t just a beauty then, isn’t it? Come on, let’s go eat.”

  I saw Nancy sneak a glance at him as he passed, fanning herself dramatically to me.

  “Sorry! If someone interrupted me with that, I would eat them.”

  I rolled my eyes, used to the fact that many of the women in New York would probably kill for a night with Cal. I still felt jealousy, but it was like no one else was in the room when he was with me, plus his eyes followed me everywhere. It was like there was an invisible cord that connected us, he would only have to tug it slightly and I would fall over trying to get to him. I know. Cliché. But it is so true.

  He is mine, and I am his.

  Chapter 2- I Thought You Were Hungry?

  Cal

  Damn her roommate.

  I was seconds away from being ball deep in this delicious woman until she walked in with her jock boyfriend. I felt Gretchens head on my shoulder as I drove, her sweet perfume mixed with her naturally intoxicating scent making me hard instantly. She began to kiss my neck, causing me to grip the steering wheel tightly.

  What was she trying to do to me?

  Her kisses trailed down my stomach as I felt her unzip me, her hand pulling out my hard cock. Her mouth suddenly wrapped around the tip, her tongue flickering expertly on the shaft as I groaned with pleasure. I managed to pull over, earning myself a couple of horns from the neighbouring cars in the process. If they only knew why, they would shut the fuck up. I cut the engine and allowed myself to lean back, her mouth hot and wet as it worked my cock, her hand under her mouth, slowly wanking it into her mouth. I grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling it slightly as I felt her moan against me. I slid my other hand down her back, realising she still wore those tiny fucking shorts. I caressed her ass cheek with my free hand, moving her soaking wet panties aside.

  I loved that she got so wet for me.

  I plunged my finger roughly inside of her and I felt her gasp against me. I fucked her with my finger before adding another, expanding her hole slightly. Her juices ran down my fingers and I smiled wickedly, until she began to rock her as against my hand, her pussy tightening around my fingers.

  Fuck this.

  I slipped my fingers out of her easily as she snapped her head up to look at me angrily as I smirked at her.

  “Cal!”

  She groaned, the urgency in her voice sending me insane. I pulled her onto me, shifting so her knees were either side of me. I used my fingers to guide my cock into her as she slowly lowered herself down onto me. She bit her lip as she accommodated my full length, wincing slightly as she began to move up and down my shaft. I steadied her by holding her hips, despite wanting to bury myself inside of her hard and deep. I couldn’t understand how she could still be so tight after fucking me for over a year, but she was.

  I’m not complaining.

  I tried to restrain myself as she groaned, riding me slowly, her hands on my neck. Her curls started to escape the loose bun she had it in, her full lips open as she gasped. She was without a doubt, the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on. She opened her eyes and nodded at me wordlessly as I gripped her hips, moving her easily up and down the full length of my cock, causing her to cry out as I slammed her back down relentlessly. I felt her mouth on mine as she began to orgasm, as I picked up the pace, knowing how she liked it.

  “Come for me baby,” I whispered into her ear as she cried out, gasping for breath. I let myself go, growling as I began to explode, my balls tightening as I shot load after load deep into her.

  She rested her head on my shoulder as we sat there, our bodies throbbing from the intensity of our lovemaking.

  “I swear to God, no one in the world has sex like we do,” she muttered and I began to smile.

  “You’re biased,” I reminded her in-between kisses. She pouted at me as she slid off me, my cock slick against my stomach. I pulled my jeans back up, the scent of sex heavy in the cab. She began to fix her hair as I gazed at her, unable to believe she was mine. She pulled her hair band, as her hair tumbled around her, my favourite thing in the world to watch.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  “Biased too,” she smirked.

  I raised an eyebrow in response.

  “I like the fact you have nothing to compare it to, Raven,” I muttered.

  The thought of any man touching her made my blood boil in my veins, as she turned to me.

  “True. Well maybe I should branch out, experiment and see what how it stands then?”

  She was teasing, I knew that. But it didn’t stop me from narrowing my eyes at her.

  “If you ever let another man touch you like I do, the next time you see him will be at his grave.”

  She laughed and kissed me hard, as I wrapped my arms around her.

  “I love how possessive you are.”

  I suppose I was. But I just wanted to protect her from all the danger in the world-slimy bastards included.

  “I thought you were hungry?” she teased.

  I glanced down at her shorts and smirked.

  “I was. Now for food. Best get a takeout then. Can’t sit in a restaurant like that baby.”

  She rolled her eyes as she clipped her seatbelt on reminding me to do the same.

  Same argument, different road.

  “If you get stopped-” she started, sighing with annoyance.

  “Which I won’t.”

  She pursed her lips then, and I held back a smile. I loved winding her up.

  “You’ll get fined. Then you’ll lose your licence.”

  “I’ll still drive.”

  She squealed in exasperation.

  “You’re impossible. What if you are in an accident?”

  I rubbed her thigh softly.

  “Just calm down Raven. Enjoy the post sex bliss that is making you glow right now.”

  She smiled then, and I contemplated pulling over again.

  God she was fucking amazing.

  Chapter 3- Aren’t you?...

  Gretchen

  I woke suddenly, sitting bolt upright in bed. Instantly his arms were around me, his voice soothing me. The nightmares were rarer than they were before, but when they came, they were terrifying. I grabbed the glass of water beside my bed and gulped, as though it would wash away the memories.

  “I’m so sorry baby,” he mumbled from behind me, as I turned to gaze at him. His blond hair shimmered in the moonlight that stole in through the window, sadness written all over his face.

  “Angel, you saved us. I just sometimes can’t get his face out of my mind,” I shuddered as I climbed back into bed beside him, feeling safe as he kissed the top of my head.

  “I’d do it again, in a heartbeat. I will always protect you mio amore.”

  “I love you.”

  I felt myself slip into a restless sleep as he held me tightly, whispering that he loved me back.

  When I woke the next morning, he was gone. I reached across the bed, the empty sheet cold now that he was gone. I grabbed my phone to see a text from him.

  Morning beautiful. Had some stuff to do today, sorry I left you. You’re fucking stunning by the way. Wear a bin bag to school today. I love you.

  I grinned as I swung my legs out of bed, showering quickly. I threw on my skinny jeans and one of Cals many t shirts he left here, closing my eyes as his scent washed over me. Feeling closer to him, I slicked on some lip gloss and mascara and grabbed my backpack.

  It didn't take long to get to class, meaning I had time to grab a coffee on the way.

  “Hey, weren’t you in my psychology lecture last week?” I heard a deep voice ask, as I turned t
o see Professor Creed gazing at me with his chocolate brown eyes. I smiled broadly as I nodded enthusiastically.

  “Yes! I was, it was amazing. I feel like I learned so much from you,” I gushed, aware I was speaking rapidly.

  He raised his eyebrows in amusement as I heard the barista asking for my order in an irritated tone. I quickly ordered my usual, making sure to ask for extra shots of the sugar free caramel syrup. I smiled shyly as Professor Creed placed a blueberry muffin on the side, before ordering his espresso to go. I sneaked a glance at him, aware he was very attractive for an older man. He wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, grey braces attached to his trousers. His dark brown eyes were framed by thick reading glasses, his jet-black hair slicked back. He smiled as he paid before catching my eye.