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. 

just

as his shoulders dip below the surface, his eyes sliding closed. “Damn, this is nice,” he rasps before flopping backwards, spreading out his

tear my eyes away from

to distract myself from the devastatingly handsome boy

himself in the water, raking a hand through the wet strands of his hair and pushing

I just figured it was common knowledge

shakes his head, droplets of water

I say, running my hands over the surface of the water and watching it ripple underneath my fingers. “When Vee and I started working

over to the edge of the pool, taking a seat on a rock ledge beneath the water and spreading his muscular arms across the stones behind him. His eyes stay trained on me while I continue to tread water, his heated gaze threatening to incinerate me on the spot.

with a lift

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,

I whisper, staring into the alluring depths of

his mouth lifting. “Hi,” he rasps, and liquid fire ignites beneath my skin. His eyes drop to my mouth, then crawl up to lock with my own again. “Tell me,

around his neck and sinking down onto him. “Zombie. My brothers are always playing

dazzling

living. Easier to kill.” “Zombies aren‘t technically living, they’re dead

a shrug. “Still easier to fight flesh than metal.”

in his firm grip. “Would you rather...” I muse,

Instant, “Knife.” 

Somehow I knew that would be his answer; the whole dangerous vibe that he puts off calls for knives. “But how would you eat ice cream?” I challenge.

wrinkles his nose. “Never been a big fan.”

I gasp, my eyes flying wide. “Everybody likes ice

ago.” “You‘ve gotta be kidding me! That‘s practically

things,” he remarks, wetting his lips with his tongue while his eyes

arch a brow. “Like what?”

takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger, then presses the pad of his thumb

why‘d you make me leave the other night?” I pant, finally daring to ask

weighing so heavily on my

too much of a good thing

decipher it right now all I want to do is kiss him again. I lean forward boldly, brushing my lips against his. “Kiss me, Callum,” I whisper,

around my waist and he yanks me in, the skin of my chest slapping against his while his lips slam

Hot. Damn. 

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 I realize that I‘m grinding against him unabashedly, my center gliding over

stone, and it feels huge.

S 

mouth while he continues ravaging mine, his fingers beginning to toy with the waistband of my

break the kiss with a desperate gasp, pushing back against his chest with my palms

lust. I glance down to find that my cotton

his breathing ragged as his eyes meet mine again. His lips crease in a devilish smirk. “You think I need to get

can ask him what he means by that, his thumb suddenly brushes my center through my underwear. I suck in a sharp gasp through my

pressure

whisper

flags wave wildly in the back of my mind, an internal war raging. I barely know Callum. Nobody has ever touched me

squeeze my eyes closed tighter, pleasure coiling in

wrong deity, baby,” Callum chuckles darkly. His lips slam against mine again, his tongue diving into my mouth while

down harder onto his erection. I‘m writhing, moaning, but he greedily swallows every sound I make, still kissing the

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 climax, trembling and shaking and practically choking him as I hold on for dear life, my arms squeezing tightly around his

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 my orgasm. “Don‘t stop, take what

finally come down, I go completely limp 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. As soon as our gazes lock, his dick twitches beneath me

just let him do