Page 110 of Shattered

“I think most of the eastern seaboard heard us last night.”

Sam swatted his arm.

“I was not that loud.”

Callum shook his head. “I didn’t take you for a liar.”

Sam narrowed her eyes at him. “You weren’t very quiet, either,” she countered.

“I never said I was.”

Callum buried his face into her curls and took a deep breath. Then started to pull away.

“Don’t go,” Sam pleaded.

It may have been the fact that they were still in the dreamy morning state of a new day, not yet able to absorb the consequences of their actions, but Sam couldn’t quite figure out why they ever fought so hard against this.

“I have to get to the festival.”

“Don’t go,” Sam begged once more. This time, she slid her body more fully onto his and wrapped her legs around him.

Callum groaned into her neck then closed his eyes and peppered a thousand tender kisses to her face, barely touching his lips to her skin. His stubble was lightly tickling her cheeks and a sleepy smile spread across her face at the sensation. The feeling was maddening, and further deepened her need to feel him inside her again.

He quickly flipped them so he was now hovering above her.

“How are you feeling?” Callum asked as his hand snuck down between them to tease her bundle of nerves. She arched up into him.

“I’m just sore. But it’s not bad.” Her words were breathless.

They had taken a break after that first time last night. Half of Sam wanted to jump right back to doing it again. The other half, the half that was throbbing from what had just occurred, was begging her to wait. She let him lull her to sleep with the finger drawings he made on her back.

All in all, she was only able to hold out a short while after she woke up the second time to him stirring behind her before she convinced Callum to take her once more. After that round, he stepped out and grabbed a warm cloth that he then placed between her legs. It felt odd, and embarrassing, and magnificent all at the same time.

But now that ache was barely there and she wanted nothing more than for him to take her again.

“Please. I need you,” she whined into his mouth.

“Do me a favor,” he stated as he brought his lips back to hers.

“Anything.” She could feel him hard and ready above her.

“If I ever turn you down, have me committed to the psych ward.”

Sam laughed out loud.

And then her laughter was drowned out by the moans that spilled from her lips.

*******

Sam grabbed Callum’s discarded shirt and threw it over her head. Callum had reluctantly left only minutes earlier, and Sam was teetering between the nervous energy that came following great sex and the nervousness of needing to talk with Kristin.

Sam: Where are you?

Kristin: In the kitchen.

Sam: Has everyone else already gone?

Kristin: Yeah, about an hour ago. Can you come out? Can I come in?

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