Page 44 of Only The Strong

“Right here. With you,” I whisper, looking down at his full lips.

His gaze follows mine and his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “If you come back to me you're never leaving again. I let you go once, I won’t let that happen again.”

My eyes snap to his, his blue eyes burning with lust. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good,” he says right before he rips my shirt over my head and unbuttons my shorts in the next breath, pushing them and my panties down my legs. I kick them aside while he undoes his belt buckle and unbuttons his jeans, pushing them down as well. He stands inches from me, throwing his tee shirt to the floor and stroking his long length, his stomach muscles clenching with the motion. “Take off your bra.” His voice rough with arousal.

I slowly slide the straps of my bra down my arms and unhook it before letting it fall to the floor beside us. I watch him continue to slide his hand up and down his shaft, sliding his thumb over the tip. He steps forward and lifts me straight onto his hard length, burying himself completely inside of me with the one thrust, with his palms on the backs of my thighs. I yelp at the sudden intrusion but moan as he starts fucking me hard against the door. I lay my head back against it and he takes the opportunity to suck and kiss along my neck. “Fuck, I missed you, babe.” I nod my agreement because his thrusts are taking my breath away. His movements slow as his hand shifts under my thigh and he slips two fingers into my pussy with his cock, fucking me with both. I raise my head to look at Cale, my eyes going wide with the new sensation and I moan his name. He picks his head up from my neck and looks at me, smirking at the pure satisfaction written all over my face and I feel myself get even wetter at the look of his dirty smirk. He growls in approval before removing his fingers and slowly pushing them into my ass. I moan loud and throw my head back against the door again. “You’re so tight, baby,” Callum says before he picks up his speed again, fucking me hard against the door with his cock and fingers buried inside of both holes. I bring my lips to his and I come apart, screaming his name into his mouth as he swallows my moans. He stills, his dick thickening as he comes deep inside of me. He pulls himself out of me and drops my legs to the floor. “Once wasn't enough.” He growls and quickly spins me around and pushes my front against the door before I can even make sense of what he's said. He dips his finger inside of my pussy again playing in both of our releases, leaning down into my ear. “Are you on birth control?” He asks.

I lean my head back against his chest and nod. “Mhmm.”

“Good. I'm not using a condom anymore.” He grabs my hair and moves my head so he can capture my mouth again. He uses his fingers to spread our combined cum onto my clit before sinking three fingers back inside of me and fucking me with his fingers and his palm pressing against my clit. Every press against my sensitive clit sends a jolt through my body, but Callum laughs darkly and continues his ministrations. He keeps a tight grip on my hair and the sting in my scalp and the pleasure in my pussy is enough to have me coming again within minutes, but before I can he slams his cock back inside of me, moving his soaked fingers to my clit. I cum around his dick, pulling away from his mouth to moan through my release. “God, you feel so good cumming on my dick.” Callum envelops me with his arms, wrapping around me with one hand cupping my cunt, and the other grabbing my boob and rolling my nipple between his fingers. He fucks me with short and deep thrusts, hitting that spot deep inside of me. He presses the heel of his hand into my clit and moves it in slow circles. I feel myself climbing the cliff again, our juices running down my leg and soaking Callum behind me. “That’s right, baby, cum again for me.” His words set me over the edge and his palm presses against me harder, pinching my nipple with his other hand. He comes with me again and although we’ve done this many times before it feels different this time. “Please don’t leave me again,” he whispers into my neck, so quiet I almost thought I made it up. “You have my fucking heart, Red, always have, and if you leave with it again you’re gonna kill me.”

We both know our feelings are real and we’re tired of lying about it. This feels like making love, even though it was against a door and nothing about it was romantic. I feel a new strength build inside of me, like putting on another layer of armor against my stalker. I can do anything with Callum by my side, especially take my stalker down.

44

CALLUM

“We can leave,”I say into Reese’s ear when we take the last step and walk into a full on club party.

She turns around, pulling me down to her. “No, let’s stay.” I pull back to look into her green eyes and make sure there isn't any double meaning like she actually wants to go but thinks she needs to please me by staying here. After a moment I finally give in and grab her by the hand and lead her to Saint, Mason, and Finn at the bar.

Finn pulls Red into a big hug before I pull a stool out for her and stand behind her. She’s sitting between Finn and Mason and he leans over and bumps her shoulder with a big smile that they share. I couldn’t be happier that she’s made genuine friendships with my brothers and that they care for her like they do, and fuck it feels so damn good to be here with her. I feel like the air has cleared and I can breathe again. With everything out in the open with us, I feel like we can take on anything, and we will. We’re gonna end this fucked up game her stalker has been playing with us and finally figure out if we can make it work in a normal fucking world.

I rest one hand on Finn’s shoulder to get his attention. “Where’s Huntley?” He turns his head to look at me and then tilts it in the direction he was staring at a moment ago. Huntley is behind the bar at the opposite end doing blow job shots with a few strippers and Leo and Jack.

“You’re cool with her wearing that?” Saint asks, for once not glued to his damn phone. Huntley’s wearing a black lacy tank top thing, that honestly looks like lingerie, and high-waisted black shorts with rips all in them. Her long hair is pulled back into a ponytail and she’s pouring shots and dancing and singing “Party Girl” by StaySolidRocky behind the bar with Peyton. She looks like the life of the party.

Finn doesn't take his eyes off of her, a small smile creeping onto his face. “I don't mind, I know how to fight.”

“Not like anyone would try anything here,” Mason adds. He’s right, the only guys here are our brothers and they know Huntley is Finn’s.

“And she looks fucking good and happy. That’s all I want for her,” Finn says. I pat him on the back. I know he’s in deep with Huntley, I think he was from the first moment he saw her. He bangs on the bar a few times to get Huntley’s attention over the music. She snaps her head over at the sound and he motions for her, she grabs a bottle of JD before walking over.

“Want a shot, Pretty Boy?” She asks, biting her bottom lip with a brow raised.

Reese swivels in her seat, pulling my attention back to her. “What’s going on, Red? You good?” I ask, thinking she’s had enough and is ready to go home.

She nods her head. “I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am again, and that I’m really glad to be here with you right now.”

I lean into her, not wanting anything separating us. “Oh yeah, and why’s that?” I ask, smiling like a fucking loon.

She chuckles and smiles her beautiful smile. “Because I love you.”

I let my head fall back and sigh. “I’ll never get tired of hearing that.”

“Can I get you guys anything?” Huntley interrupts back behind the bar again. Red and I order and Huntley brings another beer back for Mason with our drinks. “I’m glad you two came to your senses. We were getting worried there for a while.” She smiles and steps away to lean over the bar and talk with Saint and Finn.

I watch Reese bob her head to the music and laugh at what Mason is saying. She fits in here so well, with me and my brothers. She’s everything that I could have ever asked for. Loyal, strong, resilient. She makes me the happiest that I've ever been, and being loved by her makes me feel like I'm on top of the world. I set my beer bottle onto the bar and lean in to talk into Red’s ear. “Hurry up and finish that, we’re leaving.”

She turns to look at me, concern in her eyes. “Why?”

“Because I need to be inside of you right now. I need to feel your love.” Her eyes widen, still acting like a blushing virgin even though my finger was in her ass not even an hour ago, and she gulps down her drink, almost jumping off of the barstool.

“Hey, Reese!” Huntley yells, catching us before we can make our quick escape. “Meet me at the University gym tomorrow for some self-defense training?”

I’m not fucking stopping, so Reese nods her head vigorously while I drag her out of the clubhouse.

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