Page 108 of Devils' Day Party
“Come here, Karma Sartain,” he tells me, leaning himself up against the headboard and pulling me onto his lap. “And kiss me like I matter.”
My arms go around his neck, and our mouths meet in unbearable heat. This can't be happening; this is a dream. Only it's not. It's real, and yet … no more attainable than a perfect nightmare.
“Can I call you Lix now?” I whisper against his mouth, wondering where this would go if we really had a tomorrow. I can feel him smile. A smile. A real goddamn smile.
“You can call me whatever you want, so long as you scoot back a couple of inches.”
I do as he asked, moving back just a bit and reaching between us to guide his cock to my opening, Sinking back with a groan, I take every inch of him into me, breathing hard as his warm hands find my breasts.
My eyes are beginning to adjust to the dark now, and I can just make out his pale skin against the dark headboard and bedspread. My fingers trace his cheeks as I begin to move my hips, forward and back, nice and slow.
It feels way too fucking good.
“Marry me, Karma,” he says as we begin to pick up the pace, his hands on my hips encouraging me to go faster, plunge him deeper, rock harder. “Run away with me after school is out; I'll take you anywhere you want to go.”
I pause, my body slowing its natural gyrating motions as the words he just said click into place.
“What?”
“Marry me. My parents have my older brothers. They honestly don't give a fuck about me. They'll give me money and tell me to get lost. I'm just asking you to get lost with me.” My heart breaks as my body stops moving completely. I end up falling forward, my palms slamming into the headboard on either side of his face. “What's wrong?” There's a sharpness in his voice now, torn halfway between empathy and fearful anger. He thinks I'm going to reject him; he's sure of it.
“I like that idea,” I tell him, but I can't decide if I'm talking about the getting married part, the getting lost part, or … something else entirely. “Let's get lost together.”
Calix seems to take that as a yes, bringing my face to his and destroying my mouth with those beautiful weapons he calls his lips. With some more encouragement from his hands on my hips, I begin to rock again, working my clit hard against his pelvis so that I'm actually the first to come. My body's natural motions of squeezing and tightening draw a climax from him, too, and he bites down on my lower lip as he comes, not enough to hurt, but just enough to mark me possessively.
We stay where we are, his strong arms banded around my middle.
“You were so mean this morning, like usual. I mean, you were an ass all the way through breakfast. What changed?” I lean back, soaked in sweat, my heart pounding as I see his lips curve into a smirk. Calix is bathed in shadows, but I couldn't miss that haughty expression if I tried. Please don't do this to me, I think, fear sweeping over me in a cold wave. Don't trick me again; I couldn't bear it.
“I got sick of it,” he says, shaking his head, still smirking. “I got sick of playing pretend. You never do, no matter how hard or how long I play my parts, you just never show up to the act. Maybe I wanted to see what would happen if I didn't? Just for a minute.”
“And?” I ask, even though I almost don't want to.
“I loved it,” he says, and I hear that same tenderness in his voice now that I did when he first confessed to me. “I love you, Karma. Always have. Don't think I can ever stop.” When I reach up to touch the side of his face, his lids flutter closed against his cheeks. He's very clearly exhausted and running out of steam.
But I can't sleep.
I don't want to.
I'm not ready to lose this yet.
“Stay awake,” I whisper, my voice hoarse from sexual satisfaction and fatigue both. “Stay with me.”
“I'll be here when you get up. We'll hunt for ghosts together. On Monday, we'll …” He trails off and then rolls me over, tucking me in against him and resting his chin on top of my head. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. I want to get up and get in the bath, go find some coffee, try my hardest to stay awake. But now that I'm tucked up against Calix, loving this moment and terrified of it ending, what can I do?
I wrap my arms around him, my eyes stinging.
“Everything will be different tomorrow,” Calix promises, doing the very thing he said he couldn't do. Promise me a tomorrow. “In the morning, I’ll tell you about the ghost I saw as a kid …”
