Savage (The Callie Leveaux Series Book 2) (6 page)

 When she wraps her fist around my base, I see the glossy black nail polish moving rapidly back and forth as she begins pumping me into her mouth. Gripping her ponytail, I wind it around my hand and begin thrusting, pulling a low moan from her chest.

“You should have told me you were leaving, Cal,” I tell her through clenched teeth. “Holy fuck your mouth is amazing.”

Unbuttoning her shorts and pushing them down, she slips her free hand in and begins moving her fingers over her clit. Pulling back slightly to catch her breath, she holds my eyes and continues stroking me.

“So what? I have to tell you when I leave the house now?” she asks, her chest heaving as she takes me in her mouth again, my dick pushing past her hot pink lips further than before. She lets out a long mewl as I touch the back of her throat with my cock, sinking her fingers between her thighs before pulling back slightly and holding my dominant gaze. “God, I’m so fucking wet for you, Tommy.”

“Good girl,” I husk out, biting down on my lower lip. “And yeah, it’d be nice. Lean your head back, baby,” I tell her, angling her head back further so that she can take all of me. She holds my eyes as I begin pumping faster into her mouth, taking control as I thrust harder. She lets out a low moan as her hand leaves my cock and grips the counter behind me, her other still pumping into her pussy. “I’m about to come, baby. You ready?”

Giving me a subtle nod, she hums her approval around me and I drive into her mouth, panting her name. As I empty into her throat, I keep my tight grip on her hair watch as she swallows with a hum of pleasure and comes furiously with my dick still in her mouth. Releasing her from my grip, I reach for her and help her to her feet.

“I think you’re being a little ridiculous, Tommy,” she pants against my chest as she watches me lift her fingers to my mouth and lick them clean. “I was only gone for a couple hours.”

“A lot can happen in a couple hours, babe,” I tell her, holding her eyes.

“At the nail place?” she asks indignantly.

“It doesn’t matter where you’re going, Cal,” I start. “Shit can happen anywhere and if I don’t know where you’re at, I can’t get to you. What if something had happened and you needed me? How would I have known?”

“At the
nail place
?” she repeats, her eyes filled with disbelief.

“I know you don’t get it,” I admit in a frustrated tone. “Just… Will you please just fuckin’ tell me when you’re going somewhere? For my own peace of mind, can you just cooperate with me on this, babe?”

“Fine,” she says, putting her hands up in mock surrender. “I’ll be sure to check in with you before I do anything from now on. Shit.”

I know she’s being sarcastic, but I can’t help but feel better when I hear her agree. I trust Callie like no one else, but we’ve both been in the company of some fucked up people. The thought that she could come across any of them and they might feel slighted isn’t one that I like. Especially after getting that text from my father. I don’t know what the fuck he’s up to, but I don’t trust him.

“Hey,” I whisper, moving her chin so that her eyes are on mine again. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she sighs, returning my kiss. “I’m gonna go pee now. That alright with you?”

“Don’t be an ass,” I warn, smirking at her playful expression.

Following her into the bathroom, I twist the knobs on in the shower and step inside. I glance through the space between the curtain and the tile and see her climbing onto the bathroom counter, folding her legs into the sink and looking over her complexion.

“What do you want to do today?” I call out.

“I don’t know,” she shrugs, fixing her smudged lipstick before twisting around and leaning against the wall behind her, watching me reach for the body wash. “What do you want to do?”

“You hungry?” I ask her, pulling the shower curtain open slightly to give her a better view.

“Hmm, thanks baby,” she hums appreciatively as her eyes stay locked on my body. “Yeah, I could eat.”

“Okay,” I start shutting the water off and pulling the curtain open, taking the towel from the rack. “Let’s go get some food and see a movie or something.”

“Cool,” she says, keeping her eyes on me as I dry off and make my way to the sink.

Sliding down so I can brush my teeth, she moves behind me and I feel her fingers lightly tracing the ink that covers my skin. I glance into the mirror to take in her expression as she concentrates on the dips and curves in each letter of my last name, splayed across my shoulders. With as much hatred as I have for my father, as much pain as that tattoo, that name has brought me, I should have it removed, but I won’t.

It’s a reminder of who I was, the person I never want to be again and the burden of it that still weighs heavy on my shoulders.

“Savage,” she whispers, her voice almost silent as she traces the final letter with her fingertip.

I watch her in the reflection of the mirror as she softly presses her lips to the ink, sending a slight chill through my veins. As she pulls away, she smirks at the lipstick print she left behind on my skin before meeting my eyes.

“I could just eat you up, Tommy,” she rasps, her eyes dancing over my reflection as her voice frees me. She wraps her arms around my waist, lightly skimming my abs with her fingertips and letting out a low hum as she holds my eyes. “What movie you wanna see, babe?”

“I don’t know,” I say quietly, turning to give her a chaste kiss in thanks for pulling me out of my dark thoughts like she always does. “You?”

“I don’t care,” she admits, following me down the hallway to my room and plopping down against my black bedding. “Why don’t we ever sleep in here?”

Looking around the practically bare bedroom, I watch her pick up the magazine I threw on my nightstand a month ago and forgot about.

“I don’t know,” I shrug. “We can whenever you want. I just thought you were more comfortable in your room.”

“Doesn’t matter to me,” she says, thumbing through the pages before pausing to look at me. “Wait, how many girls have you fucked in here?”

“I don’t know,” I tell her honestly, pulling a T-shirt on over my head and sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. “A few, I guess. I didn’t like bringing them over here, so not many.”

“That tells me nothing,” she snickers. “Not many like two or not many like fifty?”

“Not many like… I don’t fuckin’ know, ten? I didn’t keep count, babe.”

“Blech,” she says, shaking her head and turning her attention back to the magazine. “Nevermind, we’ll stay in my room.”

“Why?” I chuckle. “Are you jealous?”

“No,” she laughs as she rolls her eyes, still thumbing through the magazine. “I just think my room is better now.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s not tainted by my ex lovers, unlike your sex dungeon,” she laughs, tossing the magazine back on the table and meeting my eyes. “You ready?”

“Wait a minute,” I chuckle, stopping her from getting off the bed. “Do you really expect me to believe you’ve never fucked anyone else in that bed?”

“Believe what you want baby,” she shrugs. “I bought the bed when we moved in and I’ve never fucked anyone in this apartment aside from you, Tommy. The only client who even knows where I live is Bobby and that’s because you invited him over here for that Super Bowl party.”

“No shit?” I ask in shock, my head all over the place as I take in her words.

“I know it’s probably hard to imagine, but I
do
have some boundaries, Tommy. That bed just happens to be one of the few,” she says, swinging her legs over the edge.

“Cal, that’s not what I meant…”

“It’s okay. I know what I am… What I was,” she whispers, slowly tracing my lips with her fingers before meeting my eyes.

“No, you don’t, Callie,” I whisper, kissing her fingertips. “You know what other people had you believe for way too fucking long. You’re not that girl… You never were.”

“You always have thought too much of me, Tommy,” she shakes her head.

“Nah,” I disagree. “You just don’t see what I see yet.”

As my words hit her, she lets out a sigh and squeezes my hand in hers. She looks down at her hands before biting on her lip and looking at me from the corner of her eye mischievously.

“Still, you have to admit that it is kind of ironic,” she smirks. “I mean, who would have thought I’d win on
this
of all things?”

“Oh shut up,” I grin, bending over to kiss her before playfully pushing her head so that she falls against the pillows.

After we have lunch at the diner, we run a couple of errands and see a movie. It’s near dinner time when we leave the theater and I can tell her restless night is starting to catch up with her.

“What do you want for dinner?” I ask as I climb in behind the wheel.

“Your dick in my mouth,” she sings, making me laugh.

“But you just had that for breakfast,” I tease her. “You sure you want it again already?”

“Definitely,” she says, pushing her shorts down quickly and climbing over the console to straddle me. “Come on. Fuck me real fast so I can think straight, then we’ll figure out food.”

Before I can even respond, she’s already hit the release on the back of my seat and pushed me back. In seconds, she’s lowering herself onto my length and riding me.

“Fuck,” I hiss out as she begins to twist her hips, moving faster. “We’re gonna fuckin’ get arrested, baby.”

“No we won’t,” she says in a breathy laugh. “You’re my doctor. We’ll just tell them you’re giving me an exam.”

“Seems legit. Show me your tits,” I ground out and she pushes her top up.

Gripping them, I push into her harder and watch the gold charms resting between them bounce against her chest. Her head rolls back in satisfaction as she lets out a low mewl and keeps her heavy eyes on mine.

“Fuck Tommy,” she pants loudly as she starts to grow wetter around me. “Baby, your pussy needed this cock so bad.”

Her words instantly catapult me into overdrive, my possessiveness over her forcing me to take control of her body.

“Come here,” I ground out, gripping her neck and pulling her down roughly. “Hold on to the seat.”

As she reaches for the headrest behind me, I grip her hips and drive into her ruthlessly from underneath. I pull one of her nipples into my mouth and bite down harshly, causing her to cry out in pleasure as one hand makes contact with the cheek of her exposed ass.

“Is this what you need, Callie?” I ask her, still pounding into her hard from below.

“Yes!” she moans against my lips, still caging me with her arms but giving me the control I crave.

“Good girl,” I hum against her lips. “You gonna give me what I want, baby?”

“Yes baby!”

Spanking her again sharply, she gasps, clenching tighter as I slam my mouth against hers, bruising her lips. As her wetness pours over me, I fill her and watch her eyes flutter slightly in pleasure as I swallow her moans. Almost immediately, her eyes open and stare into mine as we slow our movements.

She lowers her head to my shoulder and runs her mouth over my neck, both of us panting and slick with sweat. I run my finger between the cheeks of her ass, slowly massaging and pulling soft sighs from her as her tongue runs over my skin.

“You ready to go home, babe?” I ask, breaking the silence.

“No,” she whispers. “I want to stay just like this.”

“Me too, baby, but we can’t live in the car,” I chuckle. “Especially not in front of the movie theater.”

“Okay,” she sighs, slowly sitting up and climbing off of me.

She lazily pulls her shorts back up her legs, not bothering to button them as she reclines slightly in the seat. By the time we make it to the apartment, she’s already asleep in the seat beside me.

Lifting her from her seat, I carry her up the steps and lay her on the couch, watching her settle against the cushions with a small sigh.

After rummaging through the refrigerator and realizing we have nothing to eat, I let out a sigh and grab my keys.

“Babe,” I whisper into her hair, running my hand over her stomach. “I’m going to the store, I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, baby,” she sighs. “Love you.”

“I love you, too,” I say, kissing her gently on the forehead before leaving her.

I’m only gone for about an hour when I come back to find the couch empty and hear the water running in the bathroom. As I put the groceries I’ve just bought away, I hear a faint but very familiar chirp coming from her bedroom that halts all my movement.

Pushing the door to the refrigerator closed, I follow the noise, silently hoping it’s not what I think. When I pull her nightstand open, though, I can’t help but feel the color drain from my face.

I pick her work phone up, not only pissed that it’s still in here, still on, but that people are still sending her fucking messages.

She told me she was quitting. She said she was putting this shit behind her.

I’m struggling to gain control over my jealousy, to make sense of why she’d keep this from me, when the fucker chirps again in my hand. Glancing down at it, I see a name I recognize. Callie herself admitted more than once he was her favorite client.

Until tomorrow, Mistress -Keegan

“
God, he’s a great fuck… Not to mention, he’s hot as hell
,” her words echo in my mind.

And just like that, something inside me snaps.

CHAPTER SEVEN

The Jealous Boyfriend

I find her in the shower, water running over her perfect body and instantly making me hard. Knowing I need to keep a clear head, I try in vain to shake the thought of sinking my cock inside her as I yank the curtain open.

“Hey baby,” she smiles, clutching her chest in surprise. “You scared me. You coming in?”

“What the fuck is this?” I ask her, holding her phone up and skipping the pleasantries, going straight in for the kill.

I don’t do bullshit and she knows it better than anyone.

“My work phone,” she says, shrugging as she reaches for the shampoo and lathers it into her hair.

“I know that, Callie,” I sigh irritably as I watch the suds slide down her tight body. “Why do you still have it? More importantly, why is it still on?”