Page 160 of Shattered

Both brothers groaned.

February

“Well, hello,” Callum stated with wide-eyed excitement as he walked into their bedroom.

“Hello to you, as well,” Sam replied.

Callum stood there, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as Sam stalked toward him.

“What’s the occasion?” Callum asked as his smile grew.

Sam shrugged her shoulders. “Nothing crazy, I just love you, and missed you, and to be honest, I’m just really horny.”

Callum practically howled with laughter.

“I can work with that.” He eyed her from head to toe.

She and Kristin had just come back from a shopping trip in Charlotte and Sam had bought another barely there black lace set for Callum to enjoy.

This time, the set came with a little more fabric, but it didn’t really matter as the entire thing was constructed from sheer material. It may have also come with thigh-high stockings and a black silk robe. Sam was currently using every piece of the ensemble to her advantage.

It had taken them a while to get back to this place. After what had happened with Christian, they’d gone from practically consuming each other on every surface they could find to barely more than the occasional comforting touch. Callum hadn’t seemed to mind, and he had never once pressured her. The night she’d made the decision that she was ready, he had been slow and gentle, and had worshiped her as if it was their first time all over again.

She’d cried after.

But now, they were back to what Sam would say was their normal, what she hoped would always be their normal, and she couldn’t get enough of him.

The days when he was away from sunup to sundown checking in at the various tattoo shops and Topline and then scoping out new locations for other ventures were the worst. Both mentally and physically. Some days, when Sam had nothing left on her checklist to complete, she would tag along with him. She loved those days. It’s how she became very well versed in the nuances of life as a business owner, she was particularly interested in exactly how many flat surfaces there were in each building that he could lay her out on.

But the days in which she didn’t—or couldn’t—go were hard. No matter what they entailed, Sam would spend the majority of her time missing Callum. She was still learning how to be alone, how to not jump at any odd sound, how to muster up enough courage to try new things by herself, how to cope with the emptiness that crawled its way back in when the house was quiet. What Christian had done had changed Sam in more ways than one. It had shattered that invisible stronghold she had placed around herself from all those years where it had just been the two of them fighting against the world, and it was going to take years to get back to where she wanted to be.

But tonight something was different. Tonight, she was finally taking back all of herself and giving it back to Callum.

He sat back on the bed as he assessed what stood before him. Sam let him look. She no longer felt shy under his gaze. If anything, the way he looked at her made her feel empowered.

“You are a fucking treasure. You know that, right?”

“Maybe you should unwrap your treasure and find out what's underneath?”

Callum reached out then to pull her on top of him, and she let her legs fall on either side of his body.

“What’s on the menu for tonight?”

“Whatever you want,” Sam whispered against his lips.

“I want it all,” he answered as he let his hands run up and down her thighs.

“Take it.”

He did just that.

Callum flipped them over as he laid her out on the bed. Then he let his eyes linger on the expanse of her legs.

“I was about to take these off.” He brushed his fingers over her stocking-clad legs. “But I think I want them to stay on.”

“Whatever you say, sir.”

He gave her a knowing look.

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