Page 15 of Only The Strong

He stares down at a small stack of papers in his hands. “A girl from my psych class has been missing for a week, and I was wondering if I could put a missing flier on some of the community boards around the complex?”

My heart drops, poor girl. “Of course!” I answer immediately. “Actually, if you let me have one, I can scan it and send it as an email to all tenants, some don't pay attention to the community boards.”

Tyler nods and steps into my office, passing me a flier. Bailey Darren, nineteen, missing. My eyes scan her photo. She looks sweet and young. Red hair, big blue eyes, and freckles. I hope she’s just off ignoring the world, perfectly safe and happy. I scan the flier and hand it back to Tyler. Then I write up an email about Bailey and send it out to all residents, hopefully, someone can help find her.

That night I’m so ready to hang out on my couch and fall into a sugar coma with a good movie or two. The prospects have been keeping an eye on me from their vehicles outside and every night after I make dinner, I bring them out a plate. They’re all really sweet and two of them are way too close to my age to be calling me ‘ma’am’. On my way out of the door to take some enchiladas to whichever guy is here tonight, I stop in the doorway to see Callum walking up the sidewalk towards me.

“I sent Jack home, I thought I could hang out with you tonight.” His eyes rake over my oversized tee and booty shorts, lingering over my legs before coming back to my eyes. If anyone else were to attempt this it would be so sleazy, but everything he does is so hot to me.

“Yeah that's fine, I made dinner if you're hungry.” I raise the plate in my hands.

He takes the plate from me and follows me inside the apartment. “This doesn't smell half bad.”

I spin around, my mouth open in surprise. “Did your friends say I'm a bad cook?” Callum scratches the back of his neck as he walks past me over to the dining table. “They can eat shitty takeout from now on.” I grab a beer from the refrigerator for him and scoff.

Callum laughs loudly, taking a seat at the table. “They'll eat anything you place in front of them, and they’re very thankful for you feeding them.”

“Well, I'm better at desserts.” I hand him his beer, our fingers pause over one another’s and Callum pulls away smoothly, clearing his throat.

“So I think we’re gonna pull the guys off of watchdog duty. There haven't be

en any issues since the break in, so I think we either scared him away or he moved on,” he says between bites.

I nod my head. “Yeah, I think you’re right,” I agree. It’s been quiet around here. No creepy notes, no heads in boxes, joking, I’ve been watching too many horror movies. My life is back to normal, with the exception of Callum.

After dinner, I was able to talk Callum into watching a movie. Callum takes off his leather cut and lays it over the back of the couch. “Alright, Red, now's your time to redeem yourself from those enchiladas.” Callum laughs and slumps into the couch. “Damn this thing really is nice.” He burrows into it further.

“And redeem myself I will.” I carry a bowl into the living room and sit down next to him.

He looks into the bowl. “Popcorn and Reese’s Pieces?” His unamused gaze switches to me. “Is this some sort of namesake thing?”

I bark out a laugh. “No, that was unintentional. Just trust me.” I tip the bowl towards him.

He holds my eyes as he pops the popcorn/candy mixture into his mouth. “Much better than the enchiladas.” He nods his head.

“Shut up!” I push at his arm gently. Callum is quick and he grabs the hand that was on his shoulder and pulls me into his lips. Although I'm caught off guard, I melt into his kiss immediately. His tongue glides over my lips and I open my mouth to let him in; our tongues dance together while he grabs the bowl in one hand and places his other on my hip. He guides me into his lap and places the bowl on the floor next to us. Again, I'm impressed with how smooth this man is with his eyes closed. His mouth moves down to my neck and I grind down onto his dick. He slips his hands under my shirt and starts to raise it.

“Wait. I don’t want a relationship.” I stop moving my hips and place my hands on his shoulders.

He stops kissing my neck and looks into my eyes. “I’m not asking for your heart, Red, just your tight cunt.”Well, that I can do. I smash my lips into his, our kiss becoming fervent and urgent. He slides my shirt over my head, cupping my breast, and my hands slide up his sides to cradle his face. I break the kiss by biting his bottom lip and standing to slide my shorts and panties down my legs. Callum pulls his shirt over his head in an unreasonably sexy move with one hand, his muscles flexing deliciously. He undoes his belt buckle and button and raises his hips, pushing his jeans down as well. He pulls a condom from his wallet that was in his back pocket and tears it open, sliding it down his long length, and my mouth waters at the sight of his monster cock. Callum smirks at my staring and grabs my hand to pull me down on top of him. “Ride me like you own me, Red.” I slide down his dick, filling me completely and he hisses. Determined to give this man the best damn ride of his life, I circle my hips, holding him deep inside of me while I relax around him. When the slight pain from the stretch has subsided and all I'm left feeling is absolutely full I rise onto my feet and start bouncing on top of him. One hand is behind me on his thigh and the other is holding onto the back of his neck for balance. Callum's honest to God moans are the sexiest noise I've ever heard and are what I'm living off of at this point. Callum leans his head on the back of the sofa and watches me through a heavy-lidded gaze. One hand cups my breast, flicking his thumb over my nipple and the other pinches my clit and I explode, my pulsing pussy tightening on his cock. Callum grunts and I stop with him fully seated inside of me, riding out my orgasm. I moan low, my head falling backward. When I finally come down, Callum raises his hips and holds under my thighs to keep me in place, pumping into me with quick deep thrusts. He’s pumping into me so quickly that I feel myself riding the edge of another orgasm. When I feel his dick swell inside of me I reach down between us and vigorously rub my clit, pushing me over the edge. “Fuck!” Callum grunts as we both watch my fingers work my clit. With a roar, he thrusts deep inside of me one last time and comes. He drops back down onto the couch, “Holy shit.” he breathes, dropping his forehead to my shoulder. My laugh comes out raspy and after a moment sitting in his lap, his dick still inside of me and his head on my shoulder it starts to feel a little too much like cuddling so I roll off of him and my back hits the couch next to him. Callum laughs and drags his hand down his face, “Sorry, Red. I had to catch my breath there.” He pulls the condom off and drags his pants back up, walking into the kitchen to throw the condom away.

“You can stay the night again if you want.” I offer, grabbing my shirt off of the floor and sliding it on.

“I think that's called a sleepover, babe.” He leans his forearms against the counter and eyes me over the bar.

“It’s allowed when you stay on your own side of the bed.” I slouch into the couch.

“Tonight I won't be.” Callum stalks over to me, his slate blue eyes turning a stormy gray. He lifts me from the couch like I weigh nothing and my arms and legs wrap around him automatically, my hands resting on the back of his neck. He walks me to the bedroom, promising more orgasms and working his mouth down my neck.

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I wakethe next morning with my forehead pressed into a surface that is a lot harder than my pillow, pulling away and opening my eyes, I see Callum’s arm. During my sleep, I moved to his side and wrapped myself around his arm. I stiffen and jerk my arms away,what the fuck?

“Morning, Red. I didn't take you for a cuddler.” Callum rumbles next to me.

I slide my eyes up from his arm to find him already watching me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

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