Page 27 of Fight
My eyes widen at his words, and a grin spreads across his lips. I’d do just about anything for that smile. I drop my legs from his shoulders and he presses his mouth to mine. He grips the back of the gurney for leverage and barrels into me. Every pound sends me higher. I’m so close. He adjusts his body, allowing his length to reach my G-spot.
Callahan encourages me the whole way. “Keep taking it. You can do it. Come on, one more.”
My mind empties, focusing only on the carnal bliss he brings. His forehead touches mine. My brow furrows and muscles stiffen as I search his eyes.
“Show me how much you love it, Scottie. Come on this fucking cock,” he demands.
His words flood my thoughts, enhancing every physical sensation with an emotional one. He massages his thumb on my clit, and his movements become more frantic. I erupt at the same time he does, and he buries himself to the hilt.
It’s not as powerful as the first two, but I still come harder than any experience prior to tonight. He grunts, hammering into me with long hard thrusts. He nips at my neck, growling in my ear as he comes. I’m speechless.
“Is… is it always like that?” I ask, with winded speech.
“No.” His chin drops, and he gives a headshake while we catch our breath together. When his gaze finds mine, he releases a deep exhale and smiles. “No, it’s not always like that.” He presses a kiss to my temple. His palms encircle my wrists, freeing the velcro and kneading the red marks where the straps dug into my skin. I never knew rough hands could be so tender.
We rest together and listen to the heavy, pelting rain patter against the roof, and our breathing returns to normal.
The moment is interrupted by a loud crack of thunder that rocks the ambulance, and the interior is filled with the brightest light I’ve ever seen. Callahan jolts backward, throwing himself into one of the cabinets. “Holy shit!” Adrenaline has my heart rate soaring. “Are you all right?”
He doesn’t answer. He looks lost.
One of the building’s exterior lights pops on. Spearing my arm through the passthrough window to the cab, I slap the patient dome light off to shroud us in darkness.
It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust, but when they do, I pick up my jeans, jump into them, and toss on my shirt, skipping over my underwear and bra. “Cal…” I reach for him, and his body trembles.What is happening?
“Whoa. Hey? Callahan.”
“I’m fine,” he snaps. “I just need a minute.”
I nod and collect his clothes, setting them next to him on the bench. Sitting beside him, I thread my fingers with his. I’m not sure what he’s got going on, but I want to remind him he’s not alone. He grips my hand in a vise. My eyes fall to our tightly clasped hands, barely visible in the shadows.
Less than a minute later, voices can be heard near the entrance to the dorm. I lean over to peek out one of the windows, and a few guys are taking a smoke break outside. Cal releases my fingers and removes the condom, then pats the bench next to him, feeling for his clothes. He pulls his boxer briefs on, then grabs his pants.
“Don’t shift too much or you’ll rock the rig,” I whisper.
“If the rig’s a rockin’, don’t come a knockin’,” he jokes, his voice hollow.
I’ve never seen someone lock up so fast. “Is there anything I can get you?”
“I’m good.” He moves cautiously as he dresses. Each of us scan the area for clothes tossed on the floor earlier. I slip on my sweatshirt, then find my bra and tuck it into the pocket.
Where the hell are my…“I can’t find my underwear.”
“They’re in my pocket,” he answers. “I’m keeping them.”
“Thief and a liar.” I narrow my eyes and shake my head with a small smile.
“And a gambler…” he adds, sounding more like himself. “Maybe you can play me for them sometime.”
“You’re terrible.” I chuckle and feel around on the floor for my socks. Foil wrappers from our snacks crinkle as my fingers brush over them. Thank God nobody was hurt, or this would take some explaining; what we did here was far too risky and can’t happen again.
Bobby is snoring like a fucking chainsaw two doors down. I’m about to kick his door open and force him to sleep outside. Normally, we make him sleep far away from the rest of us at camp just so we don’t have to listen to all that damn racket. King is in the bunk across from me, and I can tell by his breathing he’s asleep. Tonight’s accommodations aren’t too shabby. The cot under my back is soft and warm, but I can’t get comfortable.
It took nearly two hours to clean the back of the ambo. She made it clear it’s off-limits from now on. The guys will probably wonder why I smell like sanitizer in the morning, which is none of their goddamn business. I didn’t mind helping her clean one bit. Scottie and I found things to laugh about. I scrub a hand down my face and flop on my side, staring into the darkness.Fuck. Why does this feel weird?There’s a pang ofsomethingscratching from the inside, an emotion trying to claw out of my chest. Doubt? Regret? No. Definitely not regret.
Normally, I feel nothing after a hookup, other than release. It’s not a bad thing. I don’t feel like anything is lacking. Most of my escapades are no different than a fun night at the bar. I have a great time, but when it’s over, it’sover.
This doesn’t feel like it’s over.