“Oh, you want me to do all the work?”
I grip her hips. “Well, you did just take charge.”
“That was because you were dawdling.”
Fuck it.
I
force myself up and take her with me, rolling her onto her back. Spreading her legs, I thrust inside, not failing to take in the pleasure that crosses her face as I do it. She wraps her legs and arms around me, and I fuck her hard.
Usually, I control myself enough to make sure I’m not too rough with her, but I’ve lost the ability to do that this time. I’m focused on one thing, and one thing only.
My head drops and my eyes close as I pump into her.
Her nails claw into me.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Rough.
Hard.
She takes it all.
I demand more.
She claws my skin.
Her legs clench around me tighter.
In.
Out.
I consume her.
But that’s nothing because she’s already consumed me.
She fucking owns me.
Her scream shatters through the room as she comes and I grunt my pleasure when my release hits.
And as we fall asleep in each other’s arms a little while later, I know that Callie holds my heart in her hands.
* * *
I wake, not sure what day or time it is. My brain can’t move fast enough to put it all together. I reach for Callie, but she’s not here. I blink my eyes open fully and find the bed empty.
Pushing off the bed, I reach for a pair of jeans in my drawers and dress after using the bathroom. I then go in search of my family.
I find them in the kitchen. All of them. Including my mother and Tyler.