Page 57 of The Trouble With Spells
His beautiful green eyes were dull though, exhaustion shining from them. He slumped towards me, resting his head against my chest. Rubbing circles on his back, Iwondered what our next move should be to get us out of here. Marcone and his men weren’t going to be occupied forever with whatever was happening out there.
“I did it,” he whispered, his voice ragged and rough. “It worked. My spells worked.”
Realization dawned on me, and I kissed the top of his head. “You did, baby. You broke our restraints. You freed us.”
“Not…just…that.” He sounded exhausted, on the verge of collapse even.
The noise. The distraction. Had he caused it, or was he controlling it? Whatever magic he had used had taken a physical toll on him.
“Just need…a minute,” he mumbled.
I wasn’t sure if we had a minute, especially when the clamoring noise abruptly stopped, and eerie silence fell around us.
Glancing around the bare room frantically, I knew there was nowhere for us to hide, no place for us to go.
Running footsteps got closer and I was afraid that what Callum had done had been for naught. Tilting his chin up, I brushed a kiss over his lips. “I love you.”
He smiled weakly but there was a light shining from his tired eyes, “I know.”
“You heard me tell Marcone?” It wasn’t the way I had dreamed the first time I told a romantic partner I loved them would go, but at least I knew he was aware of myfeelings. Especially since I didn’t know if we were going to make it out of here alive.
“No,” he gave me a lopsided smile, “I knew when you broke the spell. The bad luck one that little twat placed on you. I don’t think I have the energy to try to break the binding one right now though.”
“Broke the…” The footsteps were closer now, just outside the door, and I knew we were out of time.
“You begged him to let me go,” Callum swallowed, his green eyes glistening. “You put me before your own life. And I love you too, Michael.”
The doorknob rattled as it turned, and my heart pounded in my ears.
Gunshots rang out, making us both jerk. Grabbing Callum, I dragged him to the floor, covering his body with my own.
“Boston police department!” A voice I didn’t recognize yelled from somewhere outside the door, “Put your hands up, Marcone!”
There were more shots fired, and then the door burst open, hitting the wall with a bang. Lifting my head, my eyes met Derek’s worried ones, his chest covered by a black tactical vest. Relief flooded my body, and I sagged against Callum’s back.
“It’s over, baby,” I whispered, “It’s over.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Callum
“Yessss,” air hissed sharply between my teeth, as Michael bucked his hips up the same time I sank back down onto his thick cock. Leaning over him, he wrapped one well-muscled arm around my back. His lips sucked my nipple into his mouth the same time his dick hit my prostate straight on and I screamed, the feelings were so intense.
Sex wasn’t exactly on the recovery checklist that the emergency room had given us when we’d been released a couple of hours ago, but needs must. And we both needed this.
Needed to feel close to each other, needed to feel alive.
Needed to solidify those three little words wehad said to one another.
My bedroom door banged against the wall, rattling the mirror on my dresser. The mirror I had been watching our reflection in, as I rode Michael’s cock like a prized rodeo bronc rider.
“Holy Mother of God, my eyes!” Daphne screeched, and I yelped, falling right off of Michael’s cock, and nearly off the bed completely. Only his quick grabbing of my arm saved me from landing in an undignified naked heap. His latex covered cock wilted before my eyes, and I grabbed the blanket, pulling it over both of us.
“Is he okay?” My mom’s concerned voice called from the doorway and Michael groaned, tossing the blanket quickly over his head.
“I heard him scream!” Gran’s breathless yell followed a mere few seconds later.
Peeking my head out from the blankets, I glared at my family filling my bedroom doorway.
