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

statement. When

Nessa had

express her doubts as to what really happened

she didn’t believe

the fact that I’d already told her exactly

us enough to go on for now,” she replies, a determined glint

was a setup, then maybe we can find a way to get to the truth of it

him answer for what

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name?” I interrupt, pushing off the dresser and taking a step toward

there, Ness. Whether it was a setup or

don’t mean for it to come out as harsh as it does. She stills, her throat

swallow as she peers up at

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

break eye contact, but for

I can’t read her

her teeth, wringing her hands in

closer, bridging the last bit of distance between

chin, tipping it up. My throat tightens at the sight of the raw 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

so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

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know that this is it. The moment of truth. The one that’ll change everything.

dart away, giving me

I drop her chin and take a jerky step back. It was too much to hope for a second

Maybe if I’d

to her

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

Never should’ve left.

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 regret the way I left every day

change that for a

throat burns as I turn away, my

I start

Ward the door.

“Wait.”

My muscles lock

freeze in my

Her approaching footsteps are almost silent, and suddenly she’s right in front of me, staring up into my eyes as she presses her palm to my chest,

races, my throat

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other hand to cup my jaw, warmth blooming

I never

can live with your past. As long as you can promise me a

over its valves. One

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, parting her lips to let me in and hiking a leg up

and tangle my hands in

things crashing to the floor, but

else fading into the

encounter since

been

tension between

as we give

me again,” Nessa gasps against my lips, fingernails digging into

She doesn’t have

anywhere.

I’m not going

kissing my way to her jaw. I lick a path down the column of her neck, sucking marks into

ass, lifting her to wrap her thighs around

dresser

process. Neither of us pay any mind to

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

My gaze immediately drops to her flushed chest, her round,

a white

my

girl is

cheeks are rosy, her lips

of

dive forward to capture her mouth again, kissing her hungrily as I palm her gorgeous tits in both hands, kneading the supple flesh

I trail kisses down her

of her breasts. Her fingers tangle in my hair

cries falling

pain spreading over my scalp as

release her nipple with a loud pop, stumbling back when she shoves at my chest. Even then, her

tits with an arm and shouldering past me to

it clicks- the damn thing is still open. She pulls it closed and engages the lock, and by the time she turns back to

of my hard-on

Nessa’s

my approach intently,

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 her center. 2

out, her

“Callum

trembling against my

ear

against the

fisting my hair

my name on her lips drives me fucking wild. I circle her clit with my tongue, flicking the sensitive bud until

button on my jeans, scrambling to shove them down and release my throbbing cock from their confines. Nessa’s

deeper inside. It’s been a while, so I’m trying to hold back from pounding into her the way I want to, but damnit if it’s not taking every ounce of my self-control

Nessa moans, rocking against

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

rattling on its hinges with every forceful thrust. A loud rumble of thunder sounds outside, a bolt of lightning punctuating a

hold on them, and I finally relent, wrapping

instead as I continue to

with reckless