Deviant: Calla & Jason/Three's a Company/Final Terms: Steamy Romantic Suspense Serial Boxed Set (12 page)

6

SCOTT

I
know I’m thoroughly, completely fucked when I see Calla’s face, then look beyond her to the computer screen.

There’s no way I can talk myself out of this one, but it doesn’t stop me from trying.

“I can explain,” I begin, but she stands, shutting me up.

The anger emanating from her slim body is palpable, swarming over me and heating me with a bit of shame.

Fuck, I never meant for her to see any of that. What the hell did she have to go snooping around for? Things could have still been so great between us!

“How many?” she demanded.

I stutter, not sure what I was even trying to say, but it was probably some useless denial.

I take a breath, then do a mental count of my regular fuck-buddies plus the random one-night stands.

Nah, there’s no way Calla needs to know the details—it’ll only hurt more.

“Several,” I say. “But they don’t mean anything to me—it was just sex…”

I duck as she throws something at me—I’m not sure what until I see the pen clatter to the floor.

“Just sex?? Scott, one of those girls said she could be pregnant!”

I see and hear a break in her anger—she’s clearly about to burst into tears, but she surprises me by holding herself together.

“You had unprotected sex with how many, Scott? How many women’s juices did you bring home to me?”

“Calla, I…Look, they looked clean.”

She laughs like a maniac, so obviously not a real laugh.

“They
looked
clean? Scott, get the fuck out of here before I throw something more dangerous at you. Now!”

“Calla, I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t ever let me see you again, Scott. Seriously. This is so fucking over.”

I sigh.

She’s right, of course. What we had was over a long time ago, but there we were, holding on just because it was familiar.

I should have let her go before all of this, but I couldn’t because I do still love her—I love the attention she gives me, the way she looks at me like I’m the most important thing in the world, and it didn’t matter to me that I couldn’t give that back to her.

Lucky for me, I can totally let go of the smidgen of guilt I felt over all my college trysts. None of those chicks are my girlfriend, so I don’t really care to inform them of anything they don’t need to know, and I sure as hell will continue to have my cake and eat it too as long as chicks let me.

As I look at Calla and realize the truth of the end of our almost nine-year relationship, I find myself feeling relieved.

I feel even freer now than when I realized the three of us had been released from that freak’s sex chamber.

Who knew being with Calla had been such a burden on me?

Now I don’t have to worry about her showing up on campus and cramping my style. Now I don’t have to think about when the right time to propose will be. Now I can do whatever the fuck I want with not a single person or thing to answer to.

“Be good to yourself, Calla,” I say as I back toward the door, and she gracefully tells me to go fuck myself.

“Preferably with a chainsaw up the ass,” she spits.

Ouch!

I’ll miss her a little, I won’t lie, but not enough—I’m way too ready to get on with my life, free of anyone else’s expectations. No more marriage pressure, no more obligatory weekend visits to the boring girlfriend. Just cruising through college, sinking my dick in pussy after pussy, happy, single, free.

7

JASON

I
know I have no right to be, but I can’t help but feel jealous of Scott at a deeper level than before—to the point where I’m pacing angrily at the thought of him and Calla being physically intimate again. I can no longer wrangle into submission the possessiveness I feel toward Calla, can’t ignore how much it bothers me that they’re together.

I’m trying hard not to imagine them actually having sex again, which they could be doing right now, but it’s raising my blood pressure to even
not
think of it.

Scott’s been sleeping with Calla for years, and though it bothered me they were a couple, I was able to accept that’s how things would be. But not after taking her, not after seeing how she opened up to me, not after detecting longing in her—longing for me.

I can’t let this go, but how the hell do I proceed?

She’s crazy if she thinks she can just disappear from my life completely—I can’t let that happen. I only let her talk her crazy talk because hell, it’s still early, and we’re all still reeling from the surreal experience we had.

I found my phone in my glove compartment, and I’m so tempted to call Calla, but I remember that our phones were all taken away. But maybe they’ve found them by now—Voice arranged for all our belongings to be discoverable so far.

I’m thinking so hard about calling Calla, that I think I’m tripping when I hear my phone ring and see her name light up the screen.

I wait for it to ring again, then pick up the call.

“Calla?”

I realize she’s crying on the other end.

“I need you,” she says. “I need my best friend…”

“I’ll be right over,” I say.

I have no idea what happened, and I’m not sure if Scott’s still there or not, although judging by the fact that she called me, probably not, but to hell with it—Calla needs me, I’m there.

I drive to her place in record time.

I notice that the car that looked like Scott’s is gone, and I figure I assumed correctly that the Voice arranged it. Which means, of course, that Scott isn’t here, and a crying Calla indicates that something went very wrong—or very right, depending on how you look at it.

I rush upstairs toward her apartment, noting her building’s open door, and making note of needing to talk to her about the possibility of moving from this unsafe place, and she is waiting at her open door for me, beautiful face streaked with tears.

I immediately gather her into my arms and hold her, wondering what the fuck Scott did, and trying to quell my rage at him for hurting her.

Then I realize I’m jumping to conclusions and need to calm down and wait for her to fill me in. In the meantime, I need to just soothe her.

I keep her secure in my arms, moving one palm gently up and down her back until she is calm enough to speak.

“He was cheating on me,” she begins. “With a
lot
of women. I found some horrible emails.” She turns to look up at me. “Did you know about any of it?” she asks.

“Calla, he’s my friend. Whether I knew or suspected or not, it wasn’t my place…”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

She buries her face in my chest again, takes a big whiff of me, it seems, then steps back a foot.

“Thank you,” she says. “Thanks for coming over on such short notice.”

I resist pulling her back to me.

“Of course, Calla, anything for you.”

She smiles a broken smile. “Needless to say, things are over between the two of us. For good. I mean, one of those girls said she might be pregnant!” She stops, closing her eyes and shaking her head as if shaking off some terrible image. “He was nowhere near as committed to me as I was to him. God, I was so stupid—all the things I gave up
because
of him and
for
him, including you! One of my best friends! I was willing to sacrifice so much for him, and he willing to sacrifice nothing. He didn’t love me the way I thought, and he certainly doesn’t look at me the way you do,” she says, closing the gap between us again.

As much as this is music to my ears, this is definitely not the right time.

She is vulnerable and hurt right now, and I need her to come to me because she actually wants me, not because she’s feeling vengeful or needs to let off some steam or…

My mind blanks when her soft lips touch mine.

“Calla,” I whisper when she breaks the kiss, intending to tell her we can’t go there right now, but her hands have found my fly, and my cock is slowly waking up.

I need to stop this before it goes too far—I don’t want to feel like I took advantage of her.

But the way she’s kissing me is frying my logic—perhaps twisting it, because now it makes perfect sense to take her right now, to dominate her body when her heart is most vulnerable and make her mine. To claim her fiercely and give her such pleasure that she never thinks to speak such filthy words as “we can’t see each other or even be friends anymore” again.

“Calla,” I manage to growl.

She moans against my lips, and my cock rears up, at full mast.

“God, you made me so wet just now,” she says, working furiously at my pants. “Your voice, your lips, your chest…I want you so bad, Jason; I need you inside me right now. Please make love to me.”

There’s just no way I can deny a request like that, not from her.

I lift her up and take her to her bedroom, and as she works on shedding her clothes, I work on mine.

In almost no time, we’re both naked, Calla’s beautiful breasts begging for my mouth.

Not knowing where things will head afterward, I take the time to worship her body, beginning with her begging breasts, then work my way down her abdomen, savoring every gasp and cry, every desperate grab of my hair.

“Please,” she begs, but I kiss my way down to her glistening pussy lips, pulling them between my own lips, licking every part of the surface, exploring every peak and valley.

I flicker my tongue over her entrance, making her squirm even more, then slide my tongue across the bud of her clit, making her buck.

“Christ, Jason…” she begs again, but I ignore her, munching her slick slit until I can’t take it anymore, and I’m driven to shove my dick in her.

She moans in grateful relief as I enter her, and I let out a simultaneous relieved groan.

Her slick walls grip me hard, encouraging me to climax sooner than later, but not if I can help it. I start sliding in and out of her slowly, trying every trick of endurance I know while I squeeze against her delicious cunt.

Her sighs and moans of pleasure will be the death of me, I think, but I soon realize it’s more than that working against me. As I start to fuck her a bit harder and faster, I can’t take my eyes off of her—her beautiful face contorting in pleasure, her mouth remaining open as she breathes hard, her slender, feminine neck and shoulders, her beautiful round breasts with their pebbled nipples, her smooth, flat stomach.

I make the mistake of looking down to watch my cock plunge into her slit, and impending orgasm zaps through me, tightening everything in me until I have to thrust even harder and faster to relieve some of the pressure in my body.

Her grasping hands and increasing pants, along with the feel of an orgasm building in her takes me over the edge and I come hard inside her, letting out a loud climatic groan as she comes hard against me, her walls gripping my dick as she pulses in climax. We stay contracted against each other for a moment, flooding each with our orgasmic juices.

8

CALLA

J
ason collapses on top of me, and I welcome him joyfully, feeling like everything’s right with the world as I wrap my arms around him and savor the feel of his hard chest on my soft breasts, his cock still inside me, and his breath near my ear.

How did this happen? How did I go from a desire to live out a fantasy with one guy to such a crushing need for another?

Of course I know the answer to that quite well—I made a mistake all those years ago, I chose the wrong guy. I made the safest choice. The expected choice.

On paper, Scott was exactly the kind of guy I was supposed to be with—we were both attractive, popular types who were involved in athletics, college-bound, and destined to middle-class life with two kids and a dog, a white picket fence, and a backyard pool. In step, all the way, was how it was supposed to work out between the two of us, despite growing into two very different people who wanted very different things.

I guess it wasn’t just going with my own adolescent fantasy when it came to Scott—I felt like I’d be letting so many other people down otherwise, since we had so many eyes on us. We were a symbol to a lot of people, actors in one of their favorite shows.

Plus, for a girl who lost her mom at the age of five and never knew her dad, a girl raised by her grandmother until a heart attack took her my junior year of college—how could I not cling to Scott, one of the only constants in my life?

But my time with Scott has obviously run its course, and I don’t even regret not being able to remain friends with him after all those years together.

A guy that selfish—how could he and I possibly be friends?

I slowly realize we were never really friends to begin with—Scott was more like a challenge at first, a guy that many girls wanted but only I got, so he was first my prize. Then he simply came to symbolize something I was too blind to see that he was an inadequate representation for.

It was probably necessary for me to go through what I did with Scott so that when the time came, I could appreciate Jason fully, and now here we are.

I feel dominated by Jason, and I like that.

I feel so loved by Jason, and I need that.

I feel incredibly safe with Jason, and I love that.

Sure, it took some kinky bastard forcing me to see it, but I’m finally where I belong, able to see what’s been in front of me the whole time, that Jason has been the answer all along.

“Thank you,” I whisper to Jason, feeling him tremble as my lips graze his neck.

“Oh god, Calla—please don’t thank me for having sex with you.”

“No, I don’t mean that. I mean—through everything, you’ve been there for me. You’ve been a good friend, and you let me make all my mistakes while you made sure I always knew you were there for me. So thank you.”

I can tell he’s waiting for more but has decided not to push me.

How could I have taken so long to give this amazing man a go?

“I want for us to be more than just friends, Jason.”

“Calla, I don’t want to be a rebound.”

“It’s not that simple when it comes to us, is it? How long have we known each other? You might have been able to see it all the while, but I see it now too—I should be with you.”

Again, I feel him fighting against words. He needs more.

“Jason, I…I tried really hard not to look at you like that over the years. I did a pretty good job of it too, but every now and then…” I stop, feeling the weight of what I was going to say. It would be the first time I’m admitting it to myself, but it’s about damned time. “…Every now and then I’d wonder what it would be like to be with you instead. You made me curious, and part of me wanted to…” I chuckle. “…own you. That probably sounds bad.”

“No, Calla, continue.”

I let out another breath. “I truly can’t imagine my life without you, Jason, and as hard as I try to fight it, that attraction has never gone anywhere. Part of why I resisted you so hard, so rudely in that vault was because I knew I was somewhat vulnerable to you. I knew there was a part of me going against all my plans and wanting everything you could give me. Of course I had to fight it—I don’t roll like that, I’m a good girl.”

“You don’t have to convince me, Calla.”

“I’m a good girl, but yet here I am beneath you, a mere hour or two after breaking up with my boyfriend of nearly nine years. Here I am, looking forward to the next time you fuck my brains out. Here I am, longing for your lips on mine again, hoping that every word you said to me is true because it’s scary how much I want you…”

Jason’s deflating cock reverses its course, and I feel him hardening inside me again.

“Calla, you know I meant every word—I’ve loved you since I was thirteen, and that’s not gonna change.”

I try not to cry at his admission, even though he has told me this before—although not in so many words.

“Please,” I say, “we can go as slow as you want, but I do want to be with you, Jason.”

He chuckles. “
As slow as I want
, she says. Calla, you know I’ll do practically anything you want. I love you.”

“I love you too, Jason.”

My heart feels like it’s bursting from the admission, like the final piece has come together, like some part of me has attached itself to some part deep within him with those words. It feels like we are now tied to each other, bound by our hearts.

Jason starts moving inside me again, his head still over my shoulder as if he doesn’t want me to see his face.

“Calla, you don’t know how much that means to me,” he says softly, and then starts drilling me harder, slapping his pelvis against mine as his cock plunges me.

“Move in with me,” he says. “I hate people being able to waltz right into your building and up to your door if they want. I want you near me at all times—when you’re not at work, that is. I’ll take care of you, Calla, no matter what. We can start looking for a two-bedroom later today or tomorrow or…”

“Deal,” I say, grinning as joy radiates through me at the thought of having Jason next to me every night, seeing his face every day when we come home from work, making love to me anytime.

We writhe against each other, matching thrust for thrust, whispering sweet nothings and everythings, and I can feel another orgasm building in me.

I confess love to him once more, and he does the same, moments before we both explode in thunderous climax again.

Tears finally escape my eyes as I hold him tight.

I have no doubt that Jason is my true destiny, and I look forward to every day we get to spend together, trying hard not to acknowledge the part of me saying,
Thank you, Voice
.

END