down her cheek.
My heart twisted just enough that I gritted my teeth.
I genuinely did not want to see Callie cry.
She wasn’t going to tell me what was wrong. She didn’t want to get that personal.
But that didn’t mean there was nothing I could do for her.
I looked back at the apartment door.
I shut it and twisted the deadbolt.
I looked at her again.
She wiped the tear away.
“You can’t ask me what’s wrong,” she said. “Before, during, or after.”
“I already asked before,” I said.
“Never again then,” she said.
I walked toward her. “Okay. Fine. No questions about you crying. But just one quick question… are you going to think of another man while I fuck you?”
I grabbed Callie’s shirt and pulled her against me.
She reached up and dug her nails into my cheeks.
“Of course I am,” she said. “How else can I get through it?”
I smiled and lowered my mouth to hers.
My hands sought her ass and squeezed her perfect cheeks tight.
I lifted her off the ground and she wrapped her legs around me.
I fucking knew coming over here was going to mess things up…
Chapter Thirty-Two
Callie
He carried me right to my bedroom.
My head swirled with emotion and alcohol.
But I wasn’t drunk. Not even close.
I knew what I was doing.
Same as Jackson.
This moment was a long time coming.
Two people could only take so much buildup before things exploded.
Him seeing me crying…
Fuck.
That wasn’t part of the deal.
Nobody was ever supposed to see me cry.
So, yeah, maybe there was a part of me that said yes to distract him from the fact that he saw me crying.
And with Jackson, there was only one distraction that I knew would work no matter what.
He tossed me to the bed.
I bounced on my ass and then jumped right back up.
I slammed my hands into his chest and shoved him back.
He stepped back, a smile creeping along his face.
“I’m not some fucking toy to toss around,” I said. “I bite back, Jackson.”
“Good,” he said. “Come at me then… wife…”
I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted it over my head.
I threw it across the room, my lip curling.
I really wasn’t sure if this was want, need, desire, or just me hate-fucking Jackson.
Either way, my body ached, my inner thighs trembled, and I was already wet.
I needed to come.
That was the end game for tonight.
Like the flashing signs of a dive bar, I saw the word ORGASM written above my head, glowing in a deep pink color…
Jackson moved toward me again and grabbed my hips.
I slammed my hands to his chest again.
“Okay, sweetie, this isn’t going to work if you keep pushing me away.”
“Yes, it will,” I said.
I slipped my hands into the sides of my pajama bottoms and stripped them down.
“Your bra and panties don’t match,” Jackson pointed out.
“That’s because I didn’t think I was having sex tonight.”
He laughed. “So you only wear matching bra and panties when you’re planning to get fucked?”
“Me, and all women,” I said. “It’s a secret though. Don’t tell anyone I told you.”
Jackson came at me one more time.
I thought about tossing him away just for fun, but his hands touched under my breasts.
My back arched and I sucked in a breath.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
Jackson lowered his mouth to mine.
We started to kiss and I knew that was it for sure.
The line wasn’t just crossed. It was erased. Meaning we’d never find it again.
His hands moved up over my breasts, over my bra.
Then with a fast move, his fingers curled around the top of my bra and he pulled.
I groaned, my breasts popping free.
My bra pushed up under my breasts, which was a little uncomfortable.
Jackson broke our kiss, seeking something else to kiss.
I looked down and then felt his mouth move over my left breast.
My toes curled against the floor and I swallowed hard.
His teeth wasted no time, grazing my nipple, gently tugging.
I grabbed the back of his head with both hands as I started to shake.
“Fuck… harder…”
Jackson pulled away. “What?”
“You heard me. Now.”
I pulled him against my chest again.
He nibbled, this time a little harder.
I had no idea what the hell was going through my head.
Maybe I had this built up fantasy of Jackson being rough…
“Yes,” I groaned.
He pulled at my nipple with his teeth.
I opened my mouth to say that’s enough but he stopped himself.
He just somehow knew.
His mouth latched over my breast again, his tongue swirling around my nipple, soothing it.
I shut my eyes, already realizing I was already dead in this whole thing… he was going to destroy me in so
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