Broken Bond by C.J. Primer

Read Broken Bond by C.J. Primer Chapter 9 – VANESSA 

Like always, I feel him before I see him. The energy in the air shifts somehow, almost crackling, and I know he‘s nearby. I glance toward the tall rocks that line the outer edge of the natural hot springs, listening to the sound of crunching snow as he strides closer, still out of sight I blow out a slow breath that fogs the air in front of me, mingling with the steam rising from the pool of warm water. 

Callum finally comes into view as he rounds the rocks, brows lifting as he takes in the sight of the crystal–clear water and my state of partial undress. “Well... this is a surprise,” he drawls, stalking closer. 

I sent him the location by dropping a pin so he could use the maps feature on his phone to find his way here. This place is technically off–territory, located on the grounds of the Cedar Ridge ski resort. It‘s easy to get turned around in these woods, so the resort offers guided trips out here for guests who want to take a dip in the natural hot springs– but since I work there, I know for a fact that none are planned for today. We‘ve got this little oasis all to ourselves. 

I‘d also planned on stripping down and getting in the water before he got here, but he‘s more punctual than I expected. 

“Skinny dipping?” Cal asks as I drop my sweatshirt to the ground, his eyes mapping the bare skin of my stomach before slowly raking up over my black bralette, lingering on my breasts for a beat before they finally rise to meet my own. The corner of his mouth lifts. “Not what I expected from a self–professed good girl.” 

Goosebumps pebble my skin, and I‘m not sure if it‘s from the cold or him. 

“Underwear stays on,” I say firmly, pointing a finger in his direction. 

His lips spread into a wicked grin. 

Maybe this wasn‘t the best idea. 

I try my best to ignore the heavy weight of his stare as I pop open the button on my jeans, shimmying them down my hips and kicking them off my legs. I‘m not a frilly underwear type of girl, so I’m just in my usual plain cotton bralette 

and a matching pair of cotton bikini briefs. From the devious look in those blue green eyes, Callum doesn‘t seem to mind my boring underwear choice one bit. 

He‘s giving me that look again– like he wants to eat me alive. 

“You sure?” Cal challenges as he shrugs out of his jacket and slowly peels hist shirt off over his head. My mouth runs dry when I catch sight of his bare chest. I already knew he was muscular judging by the fit of his clothes, but imagining and seeing are two very different things. My gaze roams over the dips and curves of his well–defined abdominal muscles, my pulse racing as I take in the sharp V–shape of his Adonis belt that disappears beneath the waistband of his boxers. His jeans ride low on his hips, and he unfastens the button, tugging them down to reveal a pair of black boxer briefs. My eyes unwittingly drop to the sizable bulge between his legs. 

“You‘re not curious about what I’m packing?” Callum teases as he shamelessly adjusts himself. 

My eyes snap back up to meet his, a furious blush forming on my cheeks. “... you... what‘d I tell you about that dirty mouth?” I stammer, completely flustered. I run my hands through my hair, distracting myself by looking away while I pull it back into a ponytail and secure it with an elastic. 

Cal chuckles, kicking off his boots and stepping out of his jeans. “You didn‘t seem to mind my dirty mouth the other night.” 

My head whips back around and I gape at his audacity, sputtering like a fish out of water. 

“Relax,” he murmurs, striding closer until he‘s standing right in front of me, his muscles rippling with every movement. He sets his hands firmly on my 

shoulders and his magnetic gaze locks in on mine. My heart skips a beat. “I‘m just messing with you, babe.” 

I can feel the heat radiating off of his body, and with him this close, all I can think about is that kiss at the bonfire pit. I could kiss him again. All I‘d have to do is lift up on my tiptoes… Callum‘s eyes flicker to the steaming pool of water beside us, then return to my own. “Are we getting in or what?” His minty breath fogs in the space between 

1. us. 

I nod, my ponytail bouncing behind me as I take a step backwards to free 

myself from his hold and calm my racing pulse. I‘m usually confident and self assured around guys, but my body has never reacted like this to anyone else. It‘s confusing and frustrating that I can‘t control my own impulses when I‘m around Callum. What is it about him that makes my senses go haywire? 

My long ponytail slaps me in the face as I whip around, starting toward the water‘s edge with a determined stride. The steam curling from the surface of the pool beckons me with every step, and I carefully navigate around the mossy rocks at the edge until I can dip my toes in. The water is delightfully warm, and I don‘t waste any time sinking further beneath the surface, the heat relaxing my tight muscles. 

I‘m forever amazed by nature‘s miracles. Natural hot springs like this one defy all logic, staying warm all year round while the lakes freeze over in the frigid winter temperatures. I submerge myself in the heated water, sighing in satisfaction as it laps at my shoulders. My body quickly adjusts to the temperature and i kick off the edge to swim out to the center of the pool, spinning around and lifting my gaze to Callum. 

He‘s still standing at the water‘s edge, watching me with rapt fascination. I shamelessly check out his lean, sculpted body again, my eyes lingering on the colorful ink decorating his thighs and forearms. I didn‘t know he had tattoos. They only add to his bad–boy image, and I‘m suddenly all too eager to see them up close. 

“Are you just going to stand there, or are you coming in?” I tease, smiling widely up at him while I tread water in the center of the pool. 

His lips spread into a predatory grin and he moves forward, a lock of hair falling down over his forehead as he ambles over the rocks at the edge and gracefully enters the water. It ripples around his body as he slowly sinks beneath the surface, caressing the taut ridges of his abs and the corded muscles of his forearms. I trap my lower lip between my teeth, watching his every move like a total creep. 

water just get

out a breath as his shoulders dip below the surface, his eyes sliding closed. “Damn, this is nice,”

I tear my eyes away from

to distract myself from the devastatingly handsome boy floating nearby.

in the water, raking a hand through the wet strands of his hair and pushing them back off his forehead. “How‘d you find this place?”

ask incredulously. I just figured it was common knowledge since it‘s

droplets

the surface of the water and watching it ripple underneath my fingers. “When Vee and I started working at the lodge, we‘d sneak out here after our shifts.”

a rock ledge beneath the water and spreading his muscular arms across the

a

in his direction, feet slicing through the water to propel me closer. Once I‘m within his reach, he takes me by surprise when he lunges forward to snatch me by the waist, strong hands gripping my skin underneath the surface. I draw a short gasp as he pulls me in closer, water splashing between us as he drags me onto his lap. My legs

into the alluring

then crawl up to lock with my own again. “Tell me, Nessa...” he growls, and I hold my breath in anticipation of his question, my shoulders tensing. “Would you rather fight to survive in a robot apocalypse

and sinking down onto him. “Zombie. My brothers are always playing this zombie hunting

dazzling eyes of his and

I‘d rather fight something living. Easier to kill.” “Zombies aren‘t technically living, they’re dead already.”

lifts in a shrug. “Still easier

waist, holding me upright in his firm grip. “Would you rather...” I muse, tapping my chin. “Have ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife? 01 have a knife, but never be

Instant, “Knife.” 

my head. Somehow I knew that would be his answer; the whole dangerous vibe that

nose. “Never been a big

gasp, my eyes flying wide. “Everybody

really got the hype. My parents were against sugar, so I didn‘t even try it until a few years ago.” “You‘ve gotta be kidding me! That‘s practically child abuse,” I laugh. His body stiffens beneath mine momentarily, but then I feel him relax

an appreciation for sweet things,” he remarks, wetting his lips with his

I arch a brow. “Like what?”

leaves my waist, lifting out of the water between our bodies. All the air leaves my lungs when he takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger, then presses the pad of his thumb against my lower lip, his eyes still fixated on my mouth. “You may just be the sweetest thing I‘ve

why‘d you make me leave the

so heavily on my mind since.

to mine. “Because too much of a good thing can drive a

is kiss him again. I lean forward boldly, brushing my lips against his. “Kiss me, Callum,” I whisper, pressing my eyes closed and breathing in

me in, the skin of my chest slapping against

Hot. Damn. 

lips until they part for his demanding tongue. My arms constrict around his neck, fingers sinking into the damp tresses of his hair while my lips slide against his and my tongue fights his for dominance; tangling and twining until I‘m not sure where my mouth ends and his begins. His fingers grip my hips with bruising force, and it‘s then that

god, it‘s hard as stone,

S 

while he continues ravaging mine, his fingers beginning

back against his chest with my

to my chest, zeroing in on my breasts and glazing over with lust. I glance down to find that my

as his eyes meet mine again. His lips crease in a devilish smirk. “You think

him what he means by that, his thumb suddenly brushes my center through my underwear. I suck in a sharp gasp through my teeth, my brain short–circuiting and my whole body shuddering in

pressure to my most sensitive area while stars burst behind

I whisper

I barely know Callum. Nobody has ever touched me

pleasure coiling

slam against mine again, his tongue diving into my mouth while his

and I grind down harder onto his erection. I‘m writhing, moaning, but he greedily swallows every sound I make, still kissing the life out of me while he drives me to new heights with deliberate strokes of his fingers. Then he licks

way to the side of my neck, then bites down hard, my pleasure and pain receptors somehow getting all jumbled up in my brain. Liquid lightning shoots through my limbs and I cry out his name as I crest the peak of an explosive

work my clit as I fall apart, his rock–hard dick twitching beneath me like it wants to get in on the action. “That‘s it, sweet girl,” Cal purrs in my ear as I ride his hand through

in Callum‘s strong arms, struggling to catch my breath. My face is hot, an embarrassed blush overtaking my cheeks as reality creeps back in. I lift my head to look into his eyes.

can‘t believe I just let