Broken Bond by C.J. Primer

36

CALLUM

It’s going to storm.

I can smell it in the air even before I hear

the faint echo of thunder in the distance, a warning of what’s coming.

We need the rain. The blistering summer sun has made the grass brittle, the forest foliage withering with thirst. Even the river is lower than I’ve seen it in years, in desperate need of a top-up. Sitting

outside on the patio behind the packhouse, there’s an unmistakable

energy in the air, almost like the parched landscape is quivering in anticipation for the storm to roll in.

Within myself, the storm is already raging. It has been for a long time, born in a dark room in a basement, fed by

anger and resentment. Until I found the

one person who could calm it: Vanessa

Diaz, my muse, my light.

“You good?” Chase asks, his eyes still bloodshot from the joint we smoked.

I grunt in affirmation, nodding. My own high is already gone, but the weed calmed me down as it worked its way through my system, tempering my agitation. Pulling the skeletons out of my closet over the last week has taken its toll. Rehashing things with Rob didn’t particularly bother me; it was the reason behind it that

struck a nerve. I was fine right up until I saw that hopeful look in Nessa’s eyes, like

she was searching for some way to excuse my past indiscretions. Like she needed

some sort of validation that I’m not a cold

-blooded killer.

I’d give anything to go back and change that night, but I can’t. What’s done is done, and it’s a stain I’ll bear on my soul

for the rest of my life. There’s no excuse or hidden explanation, it just is what it is; I am what I am. I thought she’d come to terms with it, but seeing that look on her face tonight, I realized that sweet,

virtuous Nessa may not ever be able to reconcile the man with the monster. 3

That’s what made me break.

Chase leans forward in the wrought iron patio chair, fixing me with a solemn stare. “Ready to go back in?”

I nod again, thankful that he sat out here with me until I got my head on straight but recognizing that this isn’t really his battle. It’s up to me and Ness to figure out our shit; whether we’ll be able to make this work now that all the cards are on the table. I was hopeful until I saw that look. Now, I’m not so sure. 2

Chase pushes up from his seat first,

leading the way back inside. The girls are

still on the couch, both of them craning

their necks to look over the back of it with

wide, curious eyes as we enter. Nessa’s gaze collides with mine and she

immediately hops up, not breaking eye

contact as I stride over to her.

“Can we talk?” I ask as I reach out to take

her hand, my thumb gliding over her

knuckles.

“Yeah,” she breathes, almost in relief. She threads her fingers with mine, stepping out from around the coffee table and tugging on my hand. “C’mon.”

I’m glad she wants to have this

conversation in private. Not that I have

anything to hide anymore, but it seems like Vienna is always glaring daggers at me these days. I suppose I understand. I can’t fault her for wanting to protect her friend, and truthfully, I appreciate the

fact that Nessa has someone like Vee in

her corner.

I nod to Chase and Vienna as we leave the room, the latter giving me a hard look, as if to say ‘don’t fuck it up’.

Yeah, I’ll try not to.

We’re both quiet as I follow Nessa down the hallway that houses the guest roo our feet treading softly against the

hardwood floor. When we arrive at the last door on the left, she turns the knob to open it, dropping my hand as she strides inside and flips on the light.

I’m immediately greeted by her scent- even if she hadn’t led me to this room, I’d know it was hers by the sweet smell of cherries that hangs in the air. And if that failed me, then I’d definitely know it by a single glance inside. It’s feminine and romantic and so perfectly her, exactly

how I’ve always imagined her space would look if I was invited in.

Nessa strides over to the bed, breathing a

heavy sigh as she sinks down onto the edge, coasting her fingertips over the

fluffy pale pink comforter. She kicks off her shoes as she crosses one long tan leg over the other, then plants her palms behind her, leaning back and beckoning me with a flick of her head. She’s the picture of a sweet girl nextdoor fantasy, my pulse racing as I stand frozen in the doorway, practically drooling. We need to have a conversation, but those legs, those eyes, that coy smile tugging at the

corners of her mouth…

It takes me a second to snap out of it and push those nefarious thoughts aside. I stride further into the room, moving closer but keeping enough distance so I’ll still be able to think straight. I stop in front of the dresser positioned across from the bed, folding my arms over my chest and leaning back against it, gazing at Nessa as I draw a slow breath.

“You were hoping Rob would have more to say,” I murmur, not as a question, but

a statement. When

disclosed that Nessa had

express her doubts as to what really happened last year. She’d told him

didn’t believe I killed that

already told her exactly how it

I think he gave us enough to go on for now,” she replies, a determined glint in her eye. “If Troy was

can find a way to get

what

})

my name?”

there, Ness. Whether it was a setup or not, I still killed

mean for it to come out as harsh as it does. She stills, her throat bobbing

she peers up

I rasp, staring into her wide brown doe-eyes. The question is, can

doesn’t break eye contact, but for

read her expression. She

her lower lip between her teeth,

step closer, bridging the last bit of distance between

vulnerability in her gaze. “If there’s nothing else to the story, if it happened exactly how I say it did, is there still a chance for us?” I ask, terrified of her answer but needing to hear it.

hear a pin

((

I know that this is it. The

giving me my

deflates, shoulders sagging as I drop her chin and take a jerky step back. It was too much to hope for a

Maybe if

to her with

before, when things were good between us, she could’ve accepted my past. I fucked it all to hell when I left her. There’s too much pain between

should’ve

up to meet mine, and my chest squeezes painfully at the connection. “I know I can’t change my past or the pain I caused you, and I’ll regret the way I left every day for the rest of my fucking life. But I’ll never

I wouldn’t change

throat burns as I

I start

Ward the door.

“Wait.”

My muscles lock

freeze

as she presses her palm to my chest, over my heart. “I can,”

races, my

((

Nessa breathes, lifting her other hand

left, I never stopped. So

past. As long as you can promise

heart trips over its valves. One

her, grabbing her by the hips and yanking her body into mine. I slam my lips down over hers, swallowing her little gasp of surprise as I claim her mouth in a desperate, filthy kiss. She reacts with equal urgency, clutching my face and tugging me impossibly closer,

her teeth and tangle my hands in her hair.

things crashing to the floor,

fading into

encounter since

home has been building

tension between us

as we give in.

leave me again,” Nessa gasps against my lips, fingernails digging into my shoulder blades like she’s

She doesn’t have

anywhere.

I’m not going

in response, kissing my way to her jaw. I lick a path down

lifting her to wrap

of the dresser and

process. Neither of us pay any mind

hem of my shirt up my torso, fighting to get it past my shoulders. I stumble back a half step to

drops to her flushed chest, her round, perky tits barely

in a white

into my lip, stifling a

this girl is fucking perfect.

face. Her cheeks are rosy, her lips puffy, her hair mussed. “So fucking beautiful,” I

the band of her bralette and

up, her tits spilling out gloriously. I dive forward to capture her mouth again, kissing her hungrily as I palm her gorgeous

down her

my hair as I bite and suck her nipples, the sweetest

falling from her

Nessa whines, pinpricks of pain spreading over my scalp as she yanks on my hair.

loud pop, stumbling back when she shoves at my chest. Even then, her words haven’t quite registered, my mind

the dresser, covering her tits with an arm and

bedroom door. That’s when it clicks- the damn thing is still open. She pulls it closed and engages

a predator, the painful strain of my hard-on against my zipper

in Nessa’s

my approach

my knees, yanking her shorts down her legs with my descent. Her panties come off with them, and she gasps as I wrench her thighs apart, diving right in to lick a hot path up

out, her legs

“Callum

trembling against my

ear

her hands in my hair. I press a forearm against her belly to pin her securely against the door, lapping up her sweet nectar like a

her hands fisting my hair tighter.

with no regrets. Every pant, every mewl, every breathy whisper of my name on her lips drives me fucking wild. I circle her clit

head back against the door with a loud bang when she reaches. her climax, gasping and screaming as it rocks through her. I don’t let up, licking and sucking her clit while fumbling with the button on my jeans, scrambling to shove them

hold back from pounding into her the way I want to, but damnit if it’s

Nessa moans,

hips forward, gliding into her tight channel easily since she’s so damn wet for me. Wrapping my arms around her thighs,

door rattling on its hinges with every forceful thrust. A loud rumble

on them, and

instead as I

into her with reckless abandon.