Page 103 of In My Heart
“No one is ever taking anything from you ever again, gorgeous,” he whispered as he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me closer, slamming his lips over mine.
He kissed me hard and I gave back just as ferociously. I loved this man, and I trusted him with every part of me – body and soul. My past should never have found its way between us that night, but it had. Now I wanted to prove to myself that it hadn’t ruined anything with its intrusion.I was stronger than my past, I told myself, and for the first time ever, I actually believed it a little too.
Cal held me close with one arm as the other snaked its way down between us. His fingers deftly found my clit and started to rub with just the perfect amount of pressure. I lifted enough to give him room to move and he didn’t disappoint. In a matter of seconds I was gasping and moaning, then an orgasm washed over me all at once, catching me off guard and making me cry out way too loudly, but I couldn’t stop it. I had been worked up for so long, riding my emotions on top of the need, and when I finally got the touch I needed, everything in me relented to the pleasure.
“That’s it. So beautiful when you come for me,” Cal whispered as he trailed kisses down my neck. “So perfect for me.”
When I opened my eyes moments later, I was done hesitating, done being unsure. I knew what I wanted and I was taking it. I kissed Cal hard as I rose up enough to hold his length between us, then I lowered down onto it carefully, every inch of him filling me and stretching me to my limits.
“Cara,” he gasped as he bottomed out inside me. I was so full and the need to move was like a living thing inside of me, driving me without conscious thought.
“Is this okay?” I whispered, realising I hadn’t even asked him. I just sunk onto him without a word.
“Jesus Christ, babe. Yes, of course it’s okay. How do you feel? You’re so tight,” he pointed out, the words almost ground out. I was pretty sure he wanted me to move as desperately as I wanted to.
“It feels perfect,” I told him with a smile, which he returned.
I started to move up and down, trying to find the rhythm that I’d had before with Dario. I was still unsure about being on top like that, but I felt like Cal needed me to take control that night after how much I had freaked out on him. He was understandably nervous about triggering me again.
Cal wrapped his arms around me, one on my butt, the other at the middle of my back and he guided me, finding the rhythm that worked for both of us. The pace picked up and I followed the rapidly tightening coil of release building inside of me, grinding over Cal hard so every move caused my clit to brush against him.
“So good, beautiful. So fucking good. Keep moving,” Cal panted. I didn’t need the encouragement. There was no way I was stopping. I was so close!
Cal pressed his thumb between us, against my clit and that was it. I started to cry out as my orgasm crept up my body, riding him harder, chasing my ending, and hoping he was close to his.
“Cal!” I cried as it washed over me. I threw my head back, my hands against his chest holding me up. I felt my body trembling as the intensity of my pleasure seemed to shatter me, then rebuild me all at once. Cal grunted loudly too, then his arms were around me, pulling me down on top of him, holding me against him and grounding me with him.
“See? Perfect for each other,” he panted as he held me. I laughed and cuddled tighter into him, knowing he was right. What we had just shared had felt as close to perfect as I knew, and laid there with him after, that was pretty damned perfect too. Maybe he was right. Maybe two, or more, imperfect people could come together to make something perfect.
“Cal?” I asked after a while of the comfortable silence.
“Hmm?”
“Will you tell me? About you and Arran? How you came to be with Rafe? You’ve both said things…pieces…but I don’t actually know.”
“It’s not a pretty story,” he leaned down to kiss the top of my head.
“You don’t have to if…”
“I’ll tell you, Cara,” he cut in. “Just let me clean up and get rid of that condom first though, okay?”
I nodded, suspecting he wanted a moment to gather himself before he told me the details of his past. He kissed me again, then slid from the bed, headed for the en-suite. I got up too andcleaned up as much as I could with what I had on hand, then slipped Cal’s t-shirt over my head and straightened up the bed before climbing back into it.
I had just settled into the pillows and pulled the duvet over me when Cal emerged from the bathroom in his boxers. In the dim light from the lamp I saw the hesitant smile he gave me as he climbed in beside me and instantly pulled me against his body.
“Is it that bad?” I asked nervously, resting my head against his bicep and looking up at him.
“It’s a long time since I spoke about it,” he told me. “Arran and I…we didn’t have a normal childhood. We lived on a farm outside of Glasgow which was owned by our grandfather on our mother’s side. It had been in the family for decades, and was once a working farm, but not when we lived there. Our Grandfather was a criminal. He dealt in guns and drugs which were shipped in illegally through the Shetland islands. He was powerful in his own right and not a man anyone would ever dare to cross. He dealt with several gangs and crime families throughout Britain, but the largest was a gang out of Glasgow. They were the biggest drug importers and dealers in the area back in the eighties and nineties, and they had a nasty reputation for plenty of other disreputable side businesses too. Our father was a member of this gang, and met our mother during a trade.”
“Your mother was involved?” I asked, shocked.
“Very involved. She was like her father’s right hand woman. She dealt with most of the imports, set up trades and deals, even got her hands dirty if the occasion called for it. She was raised to live in that world and it had made her cold and hard. When she married our father, who was also heavily involved in the criminal world, it was a match made in heaven.”
“And they had kids? In that world?”
“Yeah,” Cal scoffed. “Insane, right? I think to them though, they never saw us as children, they saw us as the next generation, there to be trained to take over when they got too old, maintaining their legacy, much like Marcello did with Rafe.”
“That’s what you meant…atJewels…you said it was who you were raised to be,” I said as it came together.
