Broken Bond by C.J. Primer
Chapter 36
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 we
that Nessa
to what really happened
she didn’t believe
fact that I’d already told her exactly how
us enough to go on for now,” she
if it was a setup, then maybe we can find a way to get to the truth of it and
for what he
})
about justice, or is it about trying to clear my name?” I interrupt, pushing off
“Because I was there, Ness. Whether it was
it to come out as harsh as it does. She stills,
swallow as she peers up at me.
I rasp, staring into her wide brown doe-eyes. The question
eye
can’t read
teeth, wringing her hands in her lap.
closer, bridging the last bit of
in her gaze. “If there’s nothing else to the story, if it happened exactly how I say it
hear a pin drop. My heart pounds
((
it. The moment of truth. The one that’ll change everything.
away, giving me my
chest deflates, shoulders sagging as I drop her chin and take a jerky step back. It was too much to
Maybe if I’d
to her with
left her. There’s too much pain between us now, too much
should’ve
stop loving you, Ness,” I mutter. Her eyes snap back 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
had. I wouldn’t change
I turn away, my
as I start
Ward the door.
“Wait.”
My muscles lock
I freeze in
staring up into my eyes as she presses her palm to my chest, over my heart. “I can,” she says resolutely, nodding. “I can live with it.”
my
((
her other hand to cup my jaw, warmth blooming
left, I never stopped.
your past. As long as you
heart trips over its
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
and lick her teeth and tangle my hands in her hair. She’s pressing against me
to the floor, but we continue to
else fading
Every encounter since
has been
tension between
we give in.
fingernails digging into
She doesn’t have
anywhere.
I’m not going
lick a path down the column of her neck, sucking marks into her silky
as I palm her ass, lifting her to wrap her thighs around my waist. I
of the dresser
clatter in the process. Neither of
she’s tugging the hem of my shirt up my torso, fighting to get it past
own. My gaze immediately drops
in a white cotton bralette.
my teeth into my
about this girl
lips puffy, her hair
band of her bralette
capture her mouth again, kissing her hungrily as I palm her gorgeous tits in both hands,
down
the swell of her breasts. Her fingers tangle in my hair as I bite and suck her
cries falling from
whines, pinpricks of pain spreading over my scalp as she yanks on my hair. “Callum, the door…”
release her nipple with a loud pop, stumbling back when she shoves at my chest. Even then, her words haven’t quite registered, my mind in a
the edge of the dresser, covering her tits with an arm and shouldering
clicks- the damn thing is still open. She pulls it closed and engages the
like a predator, the painful strain of my hard-on against my zipper making every step agony.
flares in Nessa’s eyes as she
approach intently, pressing
her legs with my descent. Her panties come off with them, and she gasps as I wrench her thighs apart, diving
cries out, her legs
“Callum
trembling against my
ear
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 man starved. I growl against her folds and
her hands fisting my hair
thighs with no regrets. Every pant, every mewl, every breathy whisper of my name on her lips drives me fucking wild. I circle her clit with my tongue, flicking the sensitive bud until she’s grinding down, riding my face, coming
her. I don’t let up, licking and sucking her clit while fumbling with the button on my jeans, scrambling to shove them down and release my
trying to hold back from pounding into her the way I want to, but damnit if it’s not taking every ounce
moans, rocking against
my hips forward, gliding into her tight channel easily since she’s so damn wet for me. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I pin her against the door with my chest and spread her wide, sinking in to the hilt on
the door rattling on its hinges with every forceful thrust. A loud rumble of thunder sounds outside, a bolt of lightning punctuating a hard snap of my hips.
my hold on them, and I finally
instead as I continue
her with
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