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“Every part of you is mine, Callie,” he says through gritted teeth before picking up his pace, pounding into me again with no restraint. My body is at his mercy, he’s possessing every part of me. My hips are pinned between him and the couch, the cushions softening the blows I’m receiving from behind, and the tightness of the t-shirt around my neck is cutting off blood flow, making me dizzy. Or, it’s the overwhelming sensation of his cock driving into me, his head rubbing my g-spot over and over. I have to pull my hands back in front of me to brace myself, afraid I’ll fall from how intensely he’s fucking me.
He releases the shirt from my neck, leaving me gasping for breath, the rush of blood returning feels euphoric. He pushes his own finger into the tight opening I just vacated, making me cry out at the intrusion. His finger is bigger than mine, making me feel fuller than before.
“I can’t wait to fuck your tight ass,” he says between breaths, “but I need to fill your pussy. You want me to fill your pussy, baby?” He asks rhetorically, obvious that I’ll let this man do anything to me.
“YES!” I scream, “Fill me!” His finger penetrates my ass deeper, the fullness making my walls tighten. The overwhelming pleasure sends me over the edge again, making me scream his name with my second orgasm, “NATHAN, YES!”
“FUCK!” He yells as buries himself in me to the hilt, my release milking him, making him cum. I feel the warmth fill me, my pussy still convulsing around him. He pulls me up by my shoulders, wrapping his arms around me so I’m pressed tightly against him, my back to his chest. We stay like that, riding out our orgasms together. His lips press to the hollow spot between my neck and shoulder. “You’re amazing, thank you,” he whispers.
I turn my head to look at him better. “Me? You’re the one I should be thanking.” I nuzzle my face into his jaw and he chuckles, the vibrations of it tickling my spine. Becoming more aware of his body against mine, I feel the coarseness of his jeans pressed against my legs. “Are you still wearing pants?” I ask him, surprised I wasn’t aware of it before.
He laughs again, sheepishly. “Uh, yeah, I still have my shoes on too. I was a little frantic to get inside you.” He kisses my neck again, his arms still hugging me close.
He sighs, “I hate to ruin this moment, but we need to talk.” My stomach clenches with anxiety, I’m reluctant to come down from this high, but I know Nathan wouldn’t worry me unless it was serious. We pull apart slowly, gathering our scattered clothes, and silently get dressed. He motions for me to sit down next to him before he tells me what happened with the Sheriff, and why he was acting the way he was afterward.
“I wanted to kill him, Callie, I still do.” His hands clenched against mine. I crawl into his lap, needing him as much as he needs me. I don’t say anything, still processing everything, that there are legitimate people out there that want me dead. I could die. I bury my face into the crook of Nathan’s neck, hiding my trembling lip. He holds me, running his fingers down my hair, trying to comfort me. “I’m sorry, baby. I should have told you before, but I got carried away. I was drowning and I needed you. I was afraid I was going to do something stupid,” he admits, his lips pressed to my forehead.
I pull back to look at him, feeling slightly in control of my impending tears again. Hearing how badly he needed me at that moment makes my heart thump harder in my chest. Especially knowing how much I’ve come to need him too.
“I’m glad we found each other, but I’m so sorry I got you mixed up in this. It’s infuriating that it’s even happening… How could they do this? I didn’t do anything wrong! They attacked me!” I shout.
“I know, and they’re gonna pay,” Nathan says, his tone so flat, it’s ominous.
I study his face, looking for a clue. “Nathan, what are you going to do?” He doesn’t answer me right away, but he brushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
“I’m going to keep you safe, that’s all there is to it,” another flat statement, making my stomach somersault. I have my theories, but I don’t know how dangerous Nathan is, I don’t know what he’s capable of. At this moment, I worry that he’s capable of way more than I could ever imagine.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Nathan
“I think you should go back to Tennessee.” It takes everything in me to say those words. It’s the last thing I want, but the rational part of me knows she’ll be safer far away from here. At least until the threat is neutralized, but once she’s gone, will she ever want to come back? Like a knife to my heart, I watch her eyes fill with moisture.
“You want me to leave, now?” She whispers as if it pains her to say the words. A sick part of me is relieved that she seems reluctant to leave. Maybe I can convince her to go back home, until it’s safe, then ask her to come back to me. How could I though? Ask her to take a chance on me, uproot her life again, for what? A jobless, recluse, with no social skills and a propensity for violence. I don’t say any of that though, instead, I brush my thumb along her cheek, memorizing the way her skin feels.
“I don’t want you to leave, but I need you to be safe,” I admit, my voice hoarse. My brain and mouth, battling over what I need to say and what I want to say.
She touches her forehead to mine, “I’m not ready to leave you, not yet, not like this. They can’t take this from me too.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, knowing that looking at her will make me crumble. I’m too soft when it comes to Callie, she’s like kryptonite. Her hands cling to the back of my neck, holding our heads together. “Nathan?” She whispers at me, pleading.
“I’m sorry,” I utter the words through gritted teeth. Still not looking at her, I feel her hands release my neck and my body immediately misses the connection. She pushes herself to her feet in front of me, and all I can do is hang my head. She stands there for a second, waiting for me to acknowledge her. I don’t. I can’t. Not without giving in to her. God, I want to. I don’t want her to leave.
“I’ve never quite understood the phrase ‘hit it and quit it’ until now. It really fucking sucks,” she utters. The words come out shaky, like she’s holding back tears and it guts me. I grab her hand to stop her from walking away.
“No, baby, it’s not…” She cuts me off before I can finish, before I can defend myself, she pulls her hand from my grip.
“You’ve obviously made up your mind, I’ll go get my stuff together,” she mumbles, hurt lacing her words. She leaves the living room and I bury my face in my hands, my head suddenly throbbing. She’ll never forgive me for sending her away, and I’ll never forgive myself for hurting her. I get up and go outside, still needing to change her tire, and using it as an excuse to put more space between us. Hearing her just down the hallway, knowing she’s packing her things is breaking all of my resolve, and I know I’ll end up begging her to stay if I don’t get out of this house.
I get to work changing the tire, but my head’s not in it. The tire iron slips off the lugnuts so many times as I’m loosening them, I almost chuck the damn thing into the woods. Every curse word in the book leaves my mouth while I’m swapping the tires, especially when the spare goes rolling down the driveway, crash-landing in the tree line. Fucking, great. My thoughts keep bouncing back and forth between Callie in the house, and Sheriff fucking, Donahue. The quicker I kill him, and the other two, the sooner I get my girl back. The only thing I can do is watch him, wait until he leads me to his buddies, and take them all out before they ever know I’m onto them.
I lower the car off the jack stands and put the jack back in the trunk just as Callie walks outside. She walks down the steps slowly, her bags thrown over her shoulder, stopping in front of me. “So, this is it…”
“It doesn’t have to be,” my voice sounds foreign in my ears, speaking on its own accord. “When it’s safe, I want you to come back to me.” My admission sparks something in her eyes, but she doesn’t respond right away. Her posture is still guarded like she doesn’t want to get any closer to me, and it’s killing me.
“I…” Telling her that I’ve fallen in love with her sits right on the tip of my tongue, but the words don’t feel right. This moment doesn’t feel right, she doesn’t deserve that. Instead, I alter my train of thought. “Everything I’ve said these last few days, I’ve meant it. Every word, Callie. I want you in my life.”
A tear escapes down her cheek and I can’t stop myself from reaching out to her. I pull her into my arms and she melts against me, my shoulder catches her tears. “Please, please, don’t hate me,” I whisper, unable to bear the thought that she’ll never forgive me.
