KEISHA’S POV
"You guys don’t want to answer?"
Dane looked at Callum. "Uh— let’s not right now. I’ll properly discuss it with Callum tomorrow."
Callum looked at too. "Tomorrow."
"That’s not an answer—"
"Tomorrow, Keisha." He said again.
I looked at Dane but he gave nothing either. He just reached for his jacket from the back of the chair, shrugged it on and looked at .
"I’ll cover the rest of the rotation, take care of her." He said to Callum.
Callum nodded once.
Dane looked at for a mont. Then he nodded, and went out of the house.
Just and Callum.
He looked at sitting on the bed still wrapped in the sheet and moved the chair from the corner, turned it to face and sat in it. He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees.
I looked at him. "Are you going to tell what’s actually going on?"
"No." He said.
"Callum—"
"Not tonight." He rubbed his face. "Tonight I want to ask you sothing else."
I looked at him warily. "What?"
He was quiet for a mont. "How do you feel?" He said finally. "When it’s Dane."
I stared at him. "Excuse ?"
"When it’s him with you." He said. "How do you feel?"
"I’m not answering that." I stared at him.
"Yes you are." He said.
"Callum—"
"How do you feel?" He said again, his voice patient.
I looked at the sheet in my hands. "Safe." I said finally. "Wanted. Like I don’t have to perform anything." I glanced up at him. "Happy now?"
"And when it’s ?" He urged.
I didn’t answer him for a second. Just stared at him.
"Different." I finally said.
"Different how?"
"Like sothing I can’t manage." I said. "Like it’s too much and I don’t have anywhere to put it and I keep—" I stopped. "I keep letting you in anyway and I don’t know why, don’t bother asking ."
He looked at steadily. "Does it bother you?" He said. "When you’re with him and you’re thinking about ."
My face went warm. "I didn’t say that."
"You didn’t have to." He muttered.
I looked at the ceiling.
"Does it?" He pressed in the sa low voice.
"Yes." I said. "Obviously yes. Is that what you wanted?"
"I want the truth." He said.
"That is the truth." I said. "You’re always there. Even when you’re not here. And I don’t know what to do with it." I looked at him. "Satisfied? When you’re here, I find myself thinking about him. It’s like I need you both."
He stood and crossed the room slowly and sat on the edge of the bed in front of .
I had to tilt my face up to look at him and my thoughts dissolved almost imdiately.
"What do you want right now?" He said quietly. "Right now. In this room. What do you actually want."
"You know what I want." I whispered.
God, he could see it in my face.
"Say it." He urged.
"Callum—"
"Say it."
I looked at his face in the low light. At the expression that looked feral.
"You." I said. "I want you and I hate how much and I want you anyway."
His hand ca up slowly and curved around my jaw as his thumb traced my cheek bone. I felt the touch move through from the point of contact all the way down.
He kissed slowly, his tongue tangling with mine slowly.
Fuck.
He pulled back just enough to look at . "Still want to talk?" He murmured.
"No." I said.
He laid back against the pillows and looked down at for a mont and sothing in his expression made my breath dissolve before he had even done anything.
"You think too much." He said quietly as his lips found my jaw and then, my neck. "Stop thinking."
"I can’t—" The words dissolved when his mouth moved to the curve of my shoulder, his teeth grazing the skin lightly and I shivered imdiately.
"Try." He said against my skin.
I tried.
His hands moved over slowly, taking his ti with . He wasn’t rushing. It was like he wanted to remind of his touch. And fuck, he was doing a great job.
"Callum—"
"I know." He said. "I’ve got you."
His fingers traced down my stomach and I felt every nerve ending wake up simultaneously as my head fell back against the pillow. He found the inside of my thigh, parting through my folds and I inhaled sharply as my fingers twisted into the sheets.
"Eyes on ." He said quietly.
I looked at him, my breathing ragged.
He held my gaze as his fingers moved and I felt my hips lift off the bed involuntarily, a soft broken sound escaping that I imdiately tried to swallow.
"Don’t." He said, still looking at . "Don’t do that."
I loosened my jaw and the next sound ca out properly and his eyes went dark.
He worked slowly and thoroughly and I thought I was about to lose my mind. I was trembling within minutes, gripping the sheets, saying his na in pieces.
"Please—" It ca out wrecked. "Callum please—"
"Please what?" He asked quietly.
"You know what." I managed.
"Tell ." He said as his fingers slowed and I made a sound of protest that was deeply undignified and he almost smiled. "Tell ."
"I need you." I said. "I need you right now please—"
He moved over imdiately and I felt the warmth of him settle between my thighs.
I exhaled slowly trying to brace for it but nothing about Callum was sothing you could brace for properly. He pressed in slowly, inch by deliberate inch and I felt every bit of the stretch and my mouth fell open as my fingers found his back and dug in.
Fuck.
"Oh goddess—" I breathed out.
He stilled when he was fully seated and pressed his forehead to mine where he just breathed for a mont and I lay there feeling completely full and undone already.
"Okay?" He said roughly against my temple.
"Yes." I managed. "Move. Please move."
He moved.
The pace he set was slow and deep and absolutely euphoric. Each stroke dragged deliberately and hit sowhere deep that made my vision blur and my back arch and I stopped trying to be quiet entirely.
His lips found my neck, my jaw and my mouth and I kissed him back desperately, rocking my hips up to et him as I felt the coil in my stomach wind tighter and tighter.
"Stay with ." He said roughly against my mouth.
"I’m here." I breathed. "I’m here, I’m—"
The orgasm hit like a train and his na was tearing out of in a way I knew I’d be embarrassed about in the morning but couldn’t bring myself to care about right now.
He followed over the edge monts later, his hips stuttering, a low groan against my shoulder as he spilled inside and the warmth of it sent another aftershock rolling through my body.
We lay still afterward.
His weight was warm and heavy but I didn’t want him to move.
This felt so right. I didn’t want him to move.
He didn’t.
The room was quiet and I just stared at the ceiling, my mind racing with the after shocks of what just happened.
But even more pressing— when I would tell him and Dane about all this.
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