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Nothing like a near death experience to open your eyes to all the things you’ve kept hidden behind the curtains of security. I’ve been falling in love with Callisto Suppato for a while now. If I’m completely honest, he’s been collecting little pieces of my heart since the very first night he walked up in his baseball cap and interrupted my reunion with Reid. Now he has the whole thing. It’s beaten, broken, and bruised, but it’s his. Completely.
I told Callisto I love him. And he just closed his eyes and looked up to the heavens. Maybe he was praying I’d take it back. Who knows?
He didn’t say it back, and he didn’t answer my questions. He just took a moment then looked back down at me with these deep blue, sorrowful eyes. Silent.
“I didn’t mean to complicate things. I really need to go,” I said once our eyes finally met. I didn’t cry. I wanted to. I needed to. But I refused to.
Callisto didn’t say a word. He just watched me get into my car and drive away.
Now here I am. Alone in my bed. Wondering where he is. We’ve been here before, and I wonder if this time will be like all the last, if he will just let me go. This time is different, though. It’s different from the time after his father’s office or the first time he kissed me. This time it actually matters to me if I see him again. This time it just might break me if I don’t.
I don’t know what time it is or how long I’ve been asleep, but I wake to the feel of someone in my bed, and I know immediately from his scent that it’s Callisto. He shifts within inches of me, heat radiating from his body. I focus on the steady rhythm of my own breaths rather than the subtle shift of his weight as he curls an arm around me. My breath falters, and my heart thunders in my chest. His palm slides slowly, tentatively over my stomach, tracing gently over the bandage I placed on my cut. It was minor, just enough broken skin to bleed a little. He inhales a deep breath and exhales a quiet curse, “Fuck.” If he knows I’m awake, he isn’t letting it show.
He remains silent as his hand moves to my hip, his fingertips a whisper across my skin. He places a gentle kiss to the back of my shoulder as his thumb strokes patterns on my hip bone. Another kiss. This one lingers, a silent plea for forgiveness.
Rapid blinks trap the tears that are currently stinging my eyes.
“Makenna,” he whispers, his voice barely audible.
A strangled sob forces its way out, and Callisto responds by pulling my body against the warmth of his own. He buries his face in the curve of my neck, and I want to speak, tell him everything is okay. Then I feel his chest heave against my back. His breath shudders on my skin, the roughness of his unshaved chin a contrast to my skin, smooth and delicate. He’s every bit as broken as I am.
His grip on my hip tightens, and I can feel his erection against my flesh. He’s naked.
Without a word, he rolls me onto my stomach and begins running his fingertips along my spine. I feel the bed shift as he moves to position himself between my thighs, his knees spreading my legs further apart.
His hand trails off over my butt and to my dripping wet core, a single digit slipping between the folds. A moan escapes my lips, and I hear him reply with a growl. I lift my hips off the bed to let him in. I don’t have to look at him to know he’s stroking his cock. I can tell by his breathing. He slides another long finger inside, drawing another moan, louder this time. I grab the headboard and bite the pillow beneath my head.
I want more of him. I want him. Long and hard and thick, inside of me. I roll my hips, searching for more, and he obliges, adding a third finger. I want to cry out, to beg him for more, but we both revel in the sacred of the silence of this moment.
He withdraws his fingers and pulls my hips higher off the bed. He wraps his other hand tightly in my hair and pulls me toward him as he enters me, gently, slowly. God how he fills me. I will never get enough of him. There’s a certain reverence in the way he fucks me. It’s almost ritualistic. No dirty talk, no filthy words. Just us.
With every stroke of his cock, the grip in my hair tightens until I almost can’t take it anymore. He begins to thrust harder and harder. Taking. Claiming. I bite my lip to keep from screaming out, and he reaches around my front and pinches my nipple between his fingers. This is it. The pleasure of being so completely full of him, the way my body feels every time he hits that sensitive spot inside, combined with the pain of him pinching my nipple and pulling my hair is too much. Fiery, tingling sparks shoot through my body with my climax. I hear the sound of air being sucked through his teeth, and I know Callisto is right there with me. He lets out a long, low groan when he comes. It’s rugged and virile, and I will never get tired of hearing that sound.
Then he rolls onto his back and pulls my head to his chest. And without a word we fall asleep.
The next morning, I wake up to find him watching me sleep. I’m learning it’s something he likes to do. It makes me feel safe. It makes me feel treasured.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he says with a beaming white smile.
I lay a soft kiss on his chest and snuggle closer against him. His body is so warm, so hard, yet so soft, and he smells like heaven.
“Morning.”
He pulls a strand of my messy hair through his fingertips. “There’s somewhere I want to take you. Somewhere we need to go,” he says with an emotion in his tone I’ve never heard before.
As much as I would rather lie here in bed with him, like this, all day, I feel like this is something he’s thought about, something that’s important to him, so I put away my pouty princess crown and get out of bed, so we can slay these dragons.
For a moment I think he’s going to the Landry’s until he pulls into the liquor store just a block away. I know this store. This is where Reid bled to death in my arms. I vowed never to come back here. Ever. Why is he bringing me here? Is this some kind of joke?
I sit up straight in my seat, my heart racing, pulse throbbing in my ears.
“Callisto, if you brought me here to wrestle demons, I’ve already won that battle a long time ago.”
He pulls to the side of the building and puts the Range Rover in park.
“We aren’t here for your demons, baby,” he says, and I don’t think I can do this. I don’t know why we’re here or what he’s trying to do, but I can not get out of this SUV. He takes my hand and squeezes as he looks me in the eyes. “You asked for answers. Let me give them to you.”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. At least he had the courtesy not to park in the front. I don’t know if I could look at that sidewalk, that ice machine. I’m at peace with Reid’s death and I’m no longer at war with my emotions, but I’m not exactly looking for a reenactment.
