So many emotions come flooding to the surface. I slide down to the floor and pull my knees to my chest. I let myself cry it out, hoping I’ll feel better. I gasp when the bathroom door flies open. A chunk of wood goes flying, and I hear it hit the wall.
Calder comes storming into the bathroom. He plucks me up from the floor. I try to wiggle away from him, but it’s useless. He tucks me into his body, holding me close. I bury my face in his neck and cry more. He runs his hands up and down my back, letting me get it out.
“Why does she hate me so much?” I manage to get the words out.
“She’ll be gone by the end of the day.”
“What?” I jerk my head out from his neck and sniffle. “You’re going to kick her out?”
“I’m not sure what Earl wanted me to do with her, but I’ll move her someplace else for now.” My heart sinks at the for now.
I’m guessing he means until my three months are up. Once I'm gone it won’t matter if she is here because I’m not going to be. That thought doesn’t sit well with me. And it has nothing to do with my mother and everything to do with me leaving.
“It’s fine.” I push at his chest, trying to slip out of his lap, but he doesn’t let me.
“It’s not fine.”
“You’re right, but we’re built to always pretend it is.” I put a smile on my face.
“I don’t like it.” He grunts. “Why the distance between you and your mother?”
“Does it matter?” I shrug. I try to tug at the ring still stuck on my finger. Calder stops me before I can hurt myself.
Why does he even care about all this? I’m only a fling to him. No need to get all deep. Like right now with him holding me close and trying to make me feel better. It’s too much. It pulls at my heart. It confuses me and makes me want things that he’s not willing to give me.
Maybe my mom really did do me a favor. I am falling in love with Calder. I need to remember what this is. I don’t want to be kept in my room tucked away for when Calder is looking for a good time. Probably why we never stay in his room. He wants me to stay in the box he put me in.
“It matters.”
“What matters is we were interrupted.” I slip my hands up under his shirt.
“Birdie.” His tone is filled with warning. I rake my nails down the front of his chest, causing a groan to come from him. I slip off his lap and onto my knees in front of him.
Calder always has his mouth all over me. He never lets me return the favor. He always wants his cock inside of me. As much as I enjoy that, I want to taste him too. I want to get lost in the pleasure we always find in each other and not think about everything else.
That is what we can have together. I need to remember this is only sex and to enjoy the hell out of that. No pouring my heart out and letting him in there. It’s not as though he does. I build up walls around my heart to protect it. It should be easy enough. My mother is a pro at it.
I yank at his belt before I go for the button on his jeans. He grabs me by the wrist, stopping me. “I want you in my mouth.” I lick my lips.
“I know what you’re doing.” His breathing is heavy.
“Are you going to make me beg?”
“Never.” He slowly releases my wrist. “But this isn’t over.”
“Far from it.” I yank at his jeans enough to make his cock spring free. “We’re only getting started,” I say as I wrap my hand around his cock. A bead of cum is already forming at the tip.
His fingers slip into my hair as I lower my head to take him into my mouth. “What have I done?” I hear him say before I take the head of his cock into my mouth.
I’ll make sure he’ll never forget me. God knows I’ll never be able to forget him.
Chapter Thirteen
Calder
The house is buzzing with people. Tuck can’t stand it and has escaped to his home in the south part of the property. He said he’d return when the dust has settled, and I think he means that literally. Right now there are cars and trucks and vans coming down the lane every ten minutes, kicking up so much dirt and gravel that it looks like a sandstorm between the ranch house and the front gate.
“We should’ve laid some tar down a long time ago,” Blake says.