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. 

little birdie told me that Nessa‘s working this afternoon, so I‘m gonna go pay her a visit and invite her to the

against the doorframe as he passes by, pulling the apple out of my hoodie pocket and buffing it against my shirt. “I already invited her.” I lift the fruit

to a stop, whipping around to face

smug as

lips. “Honestly, you shouldn‘t make bets that you have no chance of winning. You can save

you to screw

my teeth into the apple for another bite, then chew slowly, enjoying how my silence rattles him. He shuffles his feet,

goin‘?” I call after him with a laugh, but Miles just flips me the

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

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 Levi chats her up and orders Miles to get her a drink. If the guy knew anything about body language, he‘d be able to pick up just how

ever accused Levi of

with a cup of punch for each of the girls and proceeds to try to

past him.

at

my chin, beckoning her to join me on the couch. With a polite ‘excuse me‘ to Miles, she obliges, leaving him slack–jawed as he watches her stride over to the

1. me. 

feels a little too natural, though. Too comfortable. But when Nessa leans in, her sweet cherry scent enveloping me, I forget why that

“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

the gin and tonic

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

other day, and now a sister? “How many

“Six.” 

brows shoot up. “No shit?”

are breeders.” Nessa giggles,

It’s like if sunshine had a sound. “Where do you fall in among the brood?”

what I know of her personality, that definitely tracks. “I‘ve got four brothers and two sisters. My youngest sister is only four, but she‘s got everyone in our

fading from my face.

in sympathy. “That‘s a shame.”

around us on the sectional. “These