Broken Bond by C.J. Primer

Read Broken Bond by C.J. Primer Chapter 10 – CALLUM 

I leave the hot springs with the worst blue balls of my fucking life. I go straight home, hop in the shower, and jack my dick to get the poison out, but then I start thinking about the sounds Nessa made when she was falling apart on my fingers and I‘m instantly hard again. 

So I jerk off twice. 

Even then, it‘s not enough– not when I can still picture the flush of her cheeks right after she came, how swollen and puffy her lips were as she fought to catch her breath 

I‘ve never been a giver. When I‘ve hooked up with girls in the past, it was always about my own pleasure, not theirs. I didn‘t kiss them if I could help it, and I sure as hell didn‘t rub them out without getting anything in return. I grew bored with hookups quickly, and then it got to a point where I stopped even bothering because it was easier to just jerk off to relieve the tension rather than hassling with the neediness of another human being. 

But this is different because of the bet, right? Nessa isn‘t easy prey; I have to employ other tactics to ensnare her. Sacrifice my own pleasure to win her over, try to make her think that I‘m not like those other assholes she‘s been with that always expect something in return. Play it smart so she doesn‘t pick up on my nefarious intent. It‘s just about the bet. 

Fuck, it isn‘t just about the bet. 

It‘s her. The bright–eyed curiosity where there should be fear. The way my name sounds when it rolls off her lips. The fact that she looks like a goddamn fashion model, but doesn‘t rely on her looks or even seem to recognize how fucking stunning she is. 

I want her, and it has nothing to do with Miles‘ stupid wager. 

She‘s fascinating; a puzzle that I haven‘t been able to solve, while remaining intriguing enough to hold my interest. It doesn‘t hurt that she‘s a knockout, either. Seeing her in her underwear today was a fucking treat. I committed every line and curve of her body to memory, and I could‘ve watched the water 

roll off her bronzed skin all day long. She‘s like a work of art; almost too flawless to be real. 

I have no idea why she‘d grant a monster like me the privilege of touching her, but far be it for me to question her motivations when my own are less than noble. 

With one of my appetites satisfied in the shower, I get dressed and rummage around in my fridge to satisfy another. There‘s a lone apple that looks like it‘s a day or two from turning, so I settle on that as my snack. I never waste food; I can‘t afford to. 

I nudge the fridge closed with a shoulder as I slide my phone out of my pocket to check the online message board for maintenance requests in our apartment building. I check it a couple times a day in case there‘s anything urgent, honoring my agreement with Alpha Vaughn in exchange for living here. Today, there‘s a message from Ms. Donnelly next door waiting for me, requesting help with her leaky kitchen sink. 

If it were anybody else in the building, I‘d probably put it off until later– but I like Ms. Donnelly. She‘s a cranky old kook and we mostly communicate by exchanging insults, but that‘s what I like about her. She doesn‘t fake niceties or pretend to be someone she‘s not. I respect that. 

I stuff my phone back into the pocket of my jeans and tuck the apple into the front pocket of my hoodie, deciding to head over now to take a look at Ms. Donnelly‘s leaky sink. When I pull open the door to head out, though, I spot Miles walking down the hall with a determined stride, making his way from his own apartment to the exit door of the building. 

“Where are you off to?” I ask as he draws closer. 

told me that Nessa‘s working this afternoon, so I‘m gonna go pay her a visit

of my hoodie pocket and buffing it against my shirt. “I already invited her.” I lift the fruit to

to face

I chew. Yeah, I‘m smug as fuck right now, but it‘s

his forte, so while he struggles to come up with something to say, I finish chewing and swallow, licking the juice from my lips. “Honestly, you shouldn‘t make bets that you have no chance of

have you? There‘s still time for you to screw this up. And when you do, I‘ll be waiting to swoop in.”

but I don‘t let it show. I shrug nonchalantly, sinking my teeth into the apple for another bite, then chew slowly, enjoying how my silence rattles him. He shuffles his feet, shaking his head with a scowl. Then, wordlessly, he turns on a heel, striding

after him with a laugh, but Miles just flips me the bird over his shoulder, muttering curses under his breath as

swing on Saturday night when Nessa and Vienna arrive. I‘ve been on edge since it started; on high–alert for Spence to walk through the door given Fuckface‘s visit earlier this week. My half–brother hasn‘t shown his face yet, though, and Nessa‘s arrival serves as a welcome distraction. Those impossibly long legs of hers are on full display in her tiny black mini–skirt and matching ankle boots, and I can‘t take my eyes off them as she weaves through the crowd to make her way to the sectional where me and my boys are posted up. She looks good enough to eat, and tonight, I‘m starving.

greet Vienna, somehow still under the delusion that he has a chance with her. There‘s no fucking way. Vienna goes rigid when he leans in to kiss her cheek, darting glances in Chase‘s direction while

ever accused Levi of being observant.

with a cup of punch for each of the girls and proceeds to try to start a conversation with Nessa when he hands her one. She‘s not looking at him, though.

past

at me.

locking together, and I lift my chin, beckoning her to join me on the couch. With a polite ‘excuse me‘ to Miles,

1. me. 

around her shoulders if only to further embed myself under Miles‘ skin. It feels a little too natural, though. Too comfortable. But when Nessa leans in, her sweet cherry scent enveloping me, I

bright smile lights up her whole face. “Hi.” A pink blush tinges her cheeks and she covers it with her cup, taking a sip of the fruity punch that Levi mixed up for the party. She swallows it down, running her tongue along her lips to lick off

showed up.” The corner of my mouth lifts and I take a sip of my own drink; the gin and tonic I‘ve been nursing it for the past hour. Gotta

Nessa muses. She smirks, and that cute–as–fuck dimple sinks into her left cheek. “I would‘ve been here to cure your boredom earlier, but my little sister threw a fit when we were leaving. Vee got roped into reading her a bedtime story, which led to another, and another...” she waves a hand, rolling her eyes. “You

mentioned brothers the other day, and now a sister? “How many

“Six.” 

shoot up. “No

are breeders.”

giggle of hers is damn contagious. It’s like if sunshine had a sound. “Where do you fall

brothers and two sisters. My youngest sister is only four,

from my face. “A half–brother. We... don‘t get along.”

sympathy. “That‘s a shame.”

my friends seated around us on the sectional. “These guys are the only brothers I really need.”