When he’d finally pinned me down, my hands were captured in one of his above my head, and I was in nothing but my underwear. Somehow he’d even stripped off my shoes and socks. His pants had completely fallen down at that point, and he kicked them off his legs without moving from his position above my body.

“You miss me, baby?” he rasped, running his nose along my collarbone and neck.

“I did, until I saw you in my kitchen with that skank,” I sniped back, pulling on my arms.

“Wasn’t doing anything with her and you know it,” he whispered, biting my lower lip gently. “Why would I want that, when I’ve got this?” he asked with a rock of his hips, the friction causing me to rock into him.

“Don’t let them touch you,” I whispered back. “I turn into a psycho.”

“Yeah, Sugar.” he told me with a chuckle, still rocking against me, “It’s hot as fuck, too.”

He pushed my hands into the mattress as he leaned down to kiss me, pushing his boxers off his hips as he bit and sucked at my lips. I used my toes to help him push them down, grabbing his lip in my teeth as I growled into his mouth.  I could still see him laughing with that girl.

He pinched one of my nipples hard, making me gasp, and as soon as I let go of his lip, his tongue plunged inside my mouth in a quick thrust. His hand had let go of mine, but before I could grab him, he flipped me over to my belly. He leaned back on his knees and jerked my hips up, ripping my underwear down my thighs until they were stretched tight between my knees.

I didn’t get a word out before he slapped my ass hard, making me screech in response.

“Shut it,” he hissed at me, slapping my ass again. “You want your little friend running in here?”

He waited for a response, pausing to put a condom on before rubbing my ass firmly, causing me to gasp into the comforter.

“No,” I moaned, and he slapped his hand down again.

“I get here, and first thing you do is cause a scene.” Slap. “You start bitching and treating me like shit for no reason.” Slap. Slap.

He leaned down over my body, which made my ass throb in response, and whispered in my ear.

“I love you. Don’t want anyone but you,” he rasped as he slid easily inside me.

I whimpered as he rocked back and pushed my body toward his. He’d never told me he loved me before, so I hadn’t said it, either. All of a sudden, I was overwhelmed by all of the emotions running thorough me. Love, anger, annoyance, surprise, and lust flooded my brain like a tidal wave and I felt tears rolling down my face as he ground his hips into my sore ass.

“You gotta stop pushing at me baby,” he whispered, kissing at my neck. “I love you. It’s hot as fuck, but I wanna come home to you and not fight about the goddamn house or your piece of shit car.”

I tried to focus on his words, but he ran his tongue down my back, making me shiver and lose my train of thought. He felt so good against me—surrounding me—that the throb of my ass was barely noticeable as I pressed my hips harder against him, my nails digging into the comforter beneath us.

“You have to tell me what’s really going on, Calliope,” he told me, resignation in his voice.

“No!” I gasped as he pulled out of me completely, but went quiet as he gently turned me over to my back. He rubbed away the tears on my face with his thumbs, and kissed me softly before pushing back inside.

His eyes met mine as he glided back and forth, and I didn’t look away, even as he picked up speed and our headboard started slamming against the wall.

“Tell me you love me,” he growled, before leaning down to suck hard on the side of my breast. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I love you,” I sobbed back, wrapping my fists in his hair.

His hips paused, leaving him only halfway inside me before he ordered again, “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours. I’m yours!” I pleaded, sliding one hand to his shoulder and digging my nails into his back until he slammed back inside me.

“That’s right, baby. You’re mine and I’m yours.” He leaned down and kissed me deeply while one of his hands slid between us to pinch and pull at my clit.

“Okay,” I responded, and then my voice broke as I moaned deep and long as I came.

“So beautiful,” he rasped as he sped up inside me.

I lay there in a daze and watched him, the veins in his neck bulging and his thrusts becoming short as he reached his own orgasm.

He was the beautiful one.

Chapter 41

Grease

If she only knew what I’d been through over the past few months, I think things would’ve been different. Shit was happening in the club that I couldn’t tell her about because I was scared as hell that it would push her right back to where she’d been when I’d met her—scared of her own shadow. So I’d been pissed as hell I couldn’t see her, making the long-ass drive when I could—but it didn’t seem to matter. She’d still seen it as abandonment, growing angrier with me at every visit, and I’d had to just take it because I wasn’t willing to explain it to her.

She didn’t know that being away from her had been like needles constantly stinging under my skin, and I’d had to work out like crazy so I could actually fall asleep at night.

I swallowed hard past my tight throat as Callie curled into my chest. For the first time in months, her whole body was relaxed against mine.