Callyn
We didn’t get any information from Amos’ follower. It was a waste of a couple of days. It seems they aren’t privy to anything until a few days before. I didn’t really expect him to know anything. If I were Amos, well more like Circe because she seems to be running the show, I would keep everyone blissfully unaware for reasons just like this.
“Callie are you listening to me?” Max asks.
“Sorry, my mind is elsewhere.”
“And where would that be?” Max plops down on the couch next to me.
“Where else, on Amos and Circe. I just wish we knew what they were up to. I don’t know if Elder Harris has heard anything from his informants because he was so focused on trying to get information out of that shifter. I hate not knowing.”
“We all do, but there is no need to stress about it. Whatever they have planned is out of our control right now. The only thing we can do is focus on the here and now, and right now, I want to focus on planning this prank on Graydon. This could just be what we need, a laugh.”
“You’re probably right.”
“I am right, and you know it. Just admit it.” Max reaches over and starts tickling my side. I know he’s doing it on purpose because of how ticklish I am. I try to scoot away but he just follows me.
“Okay, okay,” I say between giggles.
“Say it. I want to hear you say the words.” I fall back against the cushions in my struggle to get away from his hands. Max doesn’t stop. Instead, he pursues me. I end up on my back with Max hovering above me. He gives me a wink before leaning down. “I wanna hear you say it,” he whispers next to my ear. His teeth nip my earlobe.
“You were...you were right,” I say breathlessly.
“Good,” he says as he pulls back and sits back up. “Now, about that prank…”
Wait, that’s it? I sit up. I want him to continue, to keep kissing me, to run his hands over my body.
“Are you not listening again? You aren’t still thinking about Amos, are you?” I shake my head. “Then what are thinking about?”
“You…and me.”
“Why Callie, are you having not so angelic thoughts?”
“Maybe.”
“Were you expecting more, because I can make that happen.”
I look him in the eyes. He gets up, stands before me, and holds out his hand. I place mine in his, and he leads me upstairs to his bedroom.
“Are you sure this is okay? I don’t want your mom yelling at us?”
Max smirks. “They won’t be home for awhile. My mom is at a some spa place a couple towns over. My mom forced my dad to go with her so that they can spend quality time together. She says they don’t do enough stuff together.”
“Maybe they just needed a little break from everything going on here.”
He shrugs his shoulders. “Maybe, but enough talking about my parents.”
Max picks me up and tosses me on his bed. I giggle, waiting for him to pounce. Instead of following me, he is grabbing pillows from around his room and tossing them on the floor surrounding his bed. I lean back on my elbows, one eyebrow raised, waiting for him to look at me. A couple of minutes later, he is standing at the foot of the bed with his hands on his hips, assessing what I assume is the arrangement of the pillows. Finally, after what seems like forever, Max looks at me.
“What?” he asks, clearly seeing the confusion on my face.
“Um, do you care to explain why you threw all your pillows on the floor?”
“Oh, yeah, see there tends to be accidents and this is not only for my safety, but yours as well.”
I sit all the way up, sitting cross-legged in the middle of his bed. “What do you mean by accidents?”
He takes his hands and runs them through his hair, before shoving them in the front pockets of his blue jeans. “Somehow or another I… she… we… kind of always end up falling off the bed. After doing that so many times, you tend to learn to take precautions, hence the pillows.”
I frown, opening and closing my mouth like a fish. “Oookay. Um, wouldn’t it just be easier to stay on the bed?”
“Now, where’s the fun in that?” he says, right before jumps on the bed causing us both to bounce a couple of times. I lose my balance and end up falling backward. Max lands right next to me. I can’t help but laugh. Being with Max is always fun, so why should this be any different.
We end up with me on my back and Max on my right side. He places his right leg over mine, propping himself up on his elbow, head resting in his hand, leaning over me. His hair falls forward. I smile up at him and push his hair back behind his ear. I use that as my reason to caress the side of his face. He takes the opportunity to do the same with me.
“Do you know how beautiful you really are?”
I shake my head. “How about you show me.”
“With pleasure, angel.”
Max closes the few inches that separate us, his lips meeting mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He takes his hand, running it down my side until he gets to the hem of my shirt. As he makes his way back up, my shirt lifts. His hand touching the bare skin of my stomach, up my ribcage, running his fingers across the edge of my bra, before cupping my breast giving it a gentle squeeze.
I moan. Max pulls back, breaking our kiss. He continues to pull away from me until he is at the edge of the bed. He can’t stop this. I don’t want him too. Where is he going? Just when I get ready to ask him, he stands up but turns and holds his hand out to me. Sitting up, I place my hand in his, wondering where he is going with this. It doesn’t take me long to figure that out.
Max moves back so I can stand in front of him. Once both of my feet are on the floor, his hands find the hem of my shirt and lifts it over my head. He places a kiss on my lips, but quickly moves to my neck, placing kisses as he continues his path down my body. I watch him as he moves from my collarbone, to the top of my breast, to right above my navel. He is on his knees before me, his hands on the button of my blue jeans.
Max looks up at me. I love seeing the desire in his eyes, the desire for me. But I know what he is silently asking me. I nod my head, giving him the okay. He wastes no time unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. He tugs them down my hips and legs, helping me step out of them. Now, I stand before Max in my mismatched, cotton bra and underwear. Why didn’t I wear something that matched or even sexy? Probably because I don’t own any such thing. Max doesn’t seem to mind. He can’t take his eyes off of me.
“So, fucking beautiful. I can’t believe that you’re mine.”
I bite my lip. All of my guys know how to make me feel beautiful and special. His hands are everywhere. Touching every single bare skin spot available. I watch as he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of my panties, pulling them down. I hear him inhale deeply followed by a soft growl.
“You smell so good. I can’t wait to taste you.”
Maximus
My hands travel up her body, to her back. I make quick work of unhooking her bra and sliding it down her arms. Picking her up, I toss her back on my bed. This time I follow. I kiss my way down her body, stopping briefly at her nipples before I continue my path, finally getting to the spot that I want.
I wrap my arms around her thighs, keeping her legs pinned open. The first swipe of my tongue has her inhaling sharply. The next couple have her moaning. It wasn’t until I started sucking and licking on her clit that I have her arching her back off the bed.
“Max!” she screams as she tries to clamp her legs around my head, her fingers tugging on my hair. I keep going until she starts to relax, loosening her grip on my hair, her legs falling to the side. “That… that was amazing.”
“I’m not done yet.”
I crawl up her body, leaving kisses in my wake. I hesitate for a moment when I get to her lips because I’m not sure if she would be willing to taste herself on my lips. I search her eyes and lean down, waiting to see her reaction. I don’t get one. I capture her lips with mine, kissing the shit out of her. She wraps her legs around my waist, tugging me closer. I pull back.
“Just one second, angel.” I reach over to my night stand, open the drawer, and pull out a condom. I sit up, hastily put it on, then settle myself back between her legs. I need to go slow. I don’t want to hurt her. The first time always hurt, right? Deep breath, Max. You can do this. Slow and steady.
“Are you sure, angel?”
“Yes.” Hesitating for just a second; I kiss her as I thrust inside her; hoping to distract her from the pain. I stop my whole-body shakes.
“Damn.”
Her legs lock around my waist. I put my face in the crook of her neck; her arms encircle my shoulders. Her fingernails start digging into my shoulders, spurring me to go faster. This isn’t how I want us to end. I put my arms underneath her and flip us. Callie stops, pushing up so she is staring down at me. I grip her hips and bounce her up and down, helping her find a rhythm. Her beautiful breasts bouncing above me is a wonderful sight. I flip us once more. Her breathy moans fill the room.
“Faster.” I start to pound into her. “Yes.”
I’m so close but I need her to come before me. I move my hand bringing it down between us. I don’t get the chance to touch her because she uses my momentum against me and flips us. It’s not my soft bed that greets my back, it’s air. In a split second, I gather Callie close making sure I take the brunt of the fall, which honestly isn't that bad. I mean I did put pillows down and the fall from my bed to the floor is a particularly long one.
“Shit, you okay?” I expected Callie to be shocked but instead she starts laughing. I can’t resist I join her.
“Thank God for the pillows.”
I smile up at her and shrug my shoulders. She leans down and kisses me. I run my hands up and down her back, before settling my hands on her ass, gently giving it a squeeze. I start to rock her back and forth, picking up where we left off. One of her hand’s lands on my pec, the other going to the night stand above me. Lucky for me, I missed hitting my head on that by mere inches. Callie starts to move faster.
“You look so good bouncing on my dick, angel.”
Gripping her hips, placing my feet on the floor, I start to thrust up as she rides me. Her moaning is almost my undoing. I go faster. She shatters, her whole body shaking, as she screams out her release. I follow right after. Callie hangs her head. Both of our breathing coming out in pants. She moves her hand from the night stand and knocks the bowl of half eaten popcorn I left there earlier down, right on my head.
“Ouch,” I hiss. “Who knew snacks could be so dangerous.” I look up and see shock on Callie’s face. Her eyes are wide and her hand covers her mouth. It doesn’t last long. Her laughter fills the room a second later. It’s contagious, and I laugh right along with her.
“At least this time, it wasn’t me who got hit in the head.”
I sit so fast that Callie almost falls from my lap. “What do you mean this time?”
“Well,” she twists her hands in front of her, “Zeke and I had sex and I got hit in the forehead with a condom.” I growl.
ZEKE!
Max? Is that you?
Yes, it’s me. Who else would it be? You better not have hurt Callie and forced her into having sex with you.
How do you know that we sex, and you know I would never force her into doing something she didn’t want to do? How the hell are you talking to me right now? We’ve never been able to do this.
Shit, I’m so focused on my anger that I didn’t realize we were communicating silently. Holy shit.
Just so you know, she told me she was ready; I would never force myself on her. You know me better than that.
I know man, I’m sorry.
Still doesn’t explain how you know or how we can do this.
It came up because a bowl of popcorn hit me in the head, and she said at least it wasn’t her this time. I asked about it and she told me. I might as well tell you we just had sex.
Do you think that could be the reason for this?
Possibly. I think Lucian might be able to answer that, but that means we would have to tell him. Which then means Graydon will find out, and I don’t know how he will take it.
Do we keep this a secret for now?
Yeah. Man, this is so cool though.
Now we’ll be able to talk to each other while we fight, and no one will know what we’re planning.
Hell yeah. I better go Callie is giving me weird looks.
Later.
“Care to explain what was just going on? You got this far away look on your face.”
“Well, I just found out that I can now communicate silently with Zeke.”
“But how? You guys have never been able to do that? Try and see if you can reach Graydon and Lucian.”
Graydon? Lucian?
I wait a minute, but nothing. “Nope, just Zeke it looks like.”
“I wonder why?”
“Well, mine and Zeke’s theory is, it’s because you had sex with both of us. But Lucian or maybe even Elder Harris would be able to answer that. It could just be because our powers are getting stronger.”
“Both are valid points.”
“Yup, but for now, I need your sexy ass to help me clean up the popcorn you spilled. Actually, I feel sticky and need a shower. Want to join me?”
She smiles. “You know, suddenly, I’m feeling dirty. I think I will join you.”
Let’s just say the shower lasted longer than intended.