Since we decided to be together again, with no official title except for the promise of love, we haven’t passed the point of no return. Sex. It’ll be the last domino, the final pièce de résistance.
Though looking at Callum’s face right now, I know it’s falling tonight. There is no way we’ll be able to keep our hands off each other now.
26
CALLUM
We already know where we’re going when we enter the house.
Our eyes connected at that psychic reading, and there was no question. I need to be inside her right now, and she needs exactly the same dose of medicine.
Twin flames.
Fuck me, if only I’d realized it sooner, maybe all of our problems would have disappeared. No matter what, I feel like I’m on fucking fire tonight, and there is nothing that will put me out except a naked Bevan spread wide open under me.
The rest of our roommates seem to have gone out or hung back. I think they knew what was about to happen and either didn’t want to be here or wanted to respect our privacy. For once.
Bevan is not but a step in front of me the entire time we’re on our way into the house and up the stairs, as if I’m tracking her like some sort of prey.
Then we’re at her door, and I’m not pausing for anything. I push her into her room, my hands smoothing over her face as if I’m wiping the whole thing, then framing it, then latching in her hair. I control the tilt of her head, the pressure of the kiss, the way she’s stumbling back toward the mattress.
It’s me who skates my hands over her body, removing clothing like I’ve been doing it my whole life. I have, but only with her. We’re moving like water, pouring passion into each other, coming crashing down together when there isn’t a stitch of anything left between us.
Her naked skin slides on mine as she turns me over, rubbing her wet pussy on my cock, and then I take control. I pin her to the bed, sucking on the spot behind her left ear that I know makes her hips buck and moans spill from her lips. She digs her heels into my ass, the pressure there making the head of my cock twitch violently.
I’ve missed this so fucking much that I don’t want to wait, but I need to see the look in her eyes when she comes undone. And I can’t concentrate on that once I thrust inside her, it’ll be too much.
Skating my hands down her body, I follow with my mouth, latching on to one of her nipples.
“Baby …” She sighs.
That is, until I push a finger into her soaking wet slit, and she yelps in ecstasy. Her lips are parted and panting, her hands fisted in my hair as I suck her breasts, and when I add another finger, I feel all the telltale signs of her orgasm. Shaking thighs, gasps of breath, eyes rolling backward.
“You going to come for me already, baby?” I curl the two fingers lodged inside her in the come-hither motion while tweaking one of her nipples, and Bevan nearly levitates off the bed.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck …” Christ, she has a dirty mouth when she’s about to orgasm.
My dick pulses with every thrust of my fingers into her, and not more than three seconds later, Bevan is whimpering as her limbs go rigid. I watch as she expands, every extremity stretching out before contracting back and shivering through the swell of feelings and shocks to her nervous system.
Now, now, I need to be connected. I line us up, coming over her so she can see the sheer will in my eyes. I am going to fuck her, make love to her, join us until she can’t tell where she starts and I end.
I don’t have to ask. We’ve been together for years, I know she’s on the pill. We haven’t been with anyone else.
I hold her hand as I enter her, the feeling something close to flying or dying or something I can’t name.
Our mutual shouts of pleasure as I enter her must be heard throughout the entire house, but I could give less than zero fucks right now. It’s the first time I’ve been inside Bevan in nearly two years, the first time my cock has felt pussy in what feels like a lifetime. I’m going to shout to the rooftops, if that’s what I feel like.
“I love you.” I grunt, because it’s all I can get out.
Later, there will be time for foreplay. For dirty talk. For different positions and taboo places. We’ve done it before and we’ll do it again.
But I’m so close to falling over the edge, and I need her there with me.
My soul mirrored in her eyes. Love, every piece of it I contain, given back to her.
It feels like we’re phoenixes, bursting into flames and rising from the ashes. And when we come at the same time, my mouth is fused to hers.
Together we might burn, but we’ll also heal.
27
BEVAN
The Sunrise Diner has always been our spot.
Located just halfway down the hill, between Talcott and our house, the greasy spoon eatery has seen us debrief many a crazy night over chocolate chip pancakes. Taya, Amelie, and I sit in our regular booth by the window overlooking the lake, and we all have coffees and chocolate milks in front of us because we can’t quit what we used to drink when we were ten.
It’s senior year, and it only has just hit me now that this time is fleeting. We’ve been best friend since elementary school and were so inseparable that we all followed each other to the same college. I love these girls like they’re my blood, because they basically are. And next year is completely up in the air, at least for me. Taya will no doubt land in New York City, since that’s where Austin is and she’s all but accepted a position as a translator for the United Nations.
Amelie will probably end up in the Big Apple as well for a job with the New York Public Library, though Gannon will be back and forth to LA for filming his TV show and I can see her being bi-coastal. They are both in love, ready to move in with their partners, and set on the lives they want to have. Me? I’m up in the fucking air.
It’s kind of crazy that I was the one all wifed up for so long, and now I’m the one working through relationship struggles. Taya and Amelie never really had boyfriends throughout our entire friendship, and then the minute my relationship crumbled, they made everlasting connections. Now I have a man, with strings, no idea what my future will be, and it could happen world’s away from my friends.
Now that I’ve passed my LSATs and have applied to law schools, my future will be determined with which ones accept me. If I only get into one or two, and they’re in California or Boston, I’ll be forced to go there. I’m not about to bite the hand that feeds. My future comes before being close to the only two people I could ever call sisters. And yet, I’m so fucking sad about that fact it makes me want to quit before I even start. I could find some sales job, kill it, and make good money.
But it wouldn’t fulfill me like my friend’s jobs will them. I want to test myself, see that I have what it takes to be a dynamite lawyer and take on big cases. Preferably those that will also do some good for someone.
“You want the usual?” Our waitress for the day, Hattie, who has served us numerous times before, doesn’t even bother to take out her notepad.
“Yes, please,” Amelie answers for us and we all hand over our menus.
My stomach rumbles and I know it’s because of my sex-famished body. “God, I’m hungry.”