Page 110 of My Best Years

“Fuck, I can feel your throat.”

“Fuck, yes. Just like that.”

“God, I love you.”

“Take what’s yours, baby.”

“Those fucking lips. So pretty wrapped around my cock.”

Jesus Christ, his mouth.

I need to start taking notes and maybe write a romance novel inspired by Callum Pierce. The ladies would lose their damn minds.

When his entire body goes still, I wrap my arms around his muscular thighs and brace myself. His cock twitches in warning before thick spurts of cum shoot down my throat. I don’t have the choice to swallow or spit because he’s seated so deep inside of me.

I wouldn’t have it any other way. I want every drop of him. I feel the primal need to claim him in the exact way he’s claimed me.

“Gahhh…”he grunts as he empties himself down my throat and deep inside my belly.

Why does the thought of his cum being the first thing to fill my stomach before breakfast have my core tingling? I never thought I would enjoy anything more than my morning coffee. But this takes the cake.

I keep him in the warmth of my mouth until his cock begins to grow flaccid. He cups the sides of my face as I pepper kisses up his stomach and chest before standing and wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders. He tugs my bottom lip between his teeth before capturing my mouth in a sweet and tender kiss. My body melts into his as our tongues find their mate.

We kiss for what feels like hours. The water turns cold when we finally part for air.

My brows furrow in confusion when Callum dropshis head and stares down at his feet before pushing his fingers through his wet hair. He inhales a perplexed breath as the icy water cascades against our sides.

My gut twists at his sudden change in demeanor. It’s then I realize that he hasn’t spoken a word since he came.

“Cal?” I whisper, skimming my fingers up and down the ripples of his abs.

He shakes his head and swallows thickly.

“What is it?” I ask while reaching for his stubbled jaw. He lifts his gaze until he’s staring back at me through glassy eyes. My heart breaks at the pain in his gaze.

“I’m just so sorry, Birdie,” he croaks. A thick drop of water rolls down his cheek, and I’m sure it’s not from the shower.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you,” he adds. “I’m sorry it took me so long to explain everything. I’m sorry that we lost so many years because of me. But most of all, I’m so sorry for ever making you think that you weren’t the most important person in the world to me. I’m just so fucking sorry.”

I step closer to him, plastering our naked bodies together and staring directly into his ocean eyes.

“Callum…” I breathe. “You don’t have to keep apologizing to me. ”

His chin quivers as his eyes flick between mine.

“I just…I feel like I don’t deserve you,” he rasps. “I wake up every day in disbelief that you’re back in my life. I never thought you could forgive me for what I did to you. In my eyes, what I did was unforgivable. And for you to be so selfless…to forgive me after leaving you like that…It’s hard for me to process, Birdie. How could someone so pure and good take someone like me back?”

I narrow my eyes at him and shake my head.

“What do you expect me to do?” I scoff. “Make you grovel? Ask you to get on your hands and knees and beg formy forgiveness for trying to protect me after your father gave you a fucking brain bleed? The only person I could never truly forgive is your piece of shit father. But Cal, you have to understand that I’ve already forgiven you. Don’t get me wrong, it kills me that we missed out on so much. It makes me sick just to think about it. But there’s nothing we can do to change the past. If we want to try to move forward, we can’t keep holding on to things we have no control over. You’re not a bad person, Cal. You never were. Your parents are shitty people, but you’re not. In fact, you’re the strongest person I know, Callum. You have no idea how much I admire you.”

He brings his hand up to where I’m cupping the side of his face. He intertwines our fingers before lowering my hand to his mouth and kissing each of my knuckles.

“Thank you, Birdie,” he utters, resting our locked hands between our chests. “I just… I hope you know that leaving you is my biggest regret in life. And… I’m so proud of you, Birdie. I always knew you would be successful, but you’ve turned out to be such an incredible woman. It fucking wrecks me to know that I’ve missed so many of your milestones, but God, I’m beyond thankful to have the opportunity to be here with you now. I never thought thatwewould be a possibility again. So, thank you. Thank you for giving me a second chance.”

I squeeze his hand in mine.

“I’m giving myself a second chance, too,” I smile softly. “A second chance at happiness. I’ve tried to make relationships work with other men. Men who were truly good down to their core. But I think you and I both know why nothing ever lasted. I want to give this a shot, Cal. After everything we’ve been through, we deserve to at least try.”

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