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“And you hurt me,” he said back. I couldn’t deny that.

“You don’t understand,” I said, licking my lips as his finger quickened and my knees shook.

“And I don’t want to right now.” I gasped as he added a second finger. “All I want is to be in this wet pussy of yours and forget all the other shit for right now.” The rest of my valid concerns were wiped away as he released me and turned me around to face him.

He licked his fingers off as he stared at me. “You taste so sweet, Sugar.”

Grabbing the sides of my yoga pants, he yanked them down and dropped to his knees. I cried out as he pushed my legs apart and licked at my clit.

“Oh God, Cal, I’m going to come.”

“Not yet, you’re not.” Stopping, he looked up at me, and I didn’t know what the hell I was feeling as I stared into his blue eyes. “Say you don’t want me,” he said, and my bottom lip quivered.

“I can’t,” I said and hated that he made me say it out loud.

He pulled my pants off and tossed them out the door onto the growing pile of wet clothes. Rising to his feet, Cal towered over me, and his lips hovered just over mine. His eyes alone compelled me to stay as he slowly closed the glass door and the two of us in together.

“Touch me,” he ordered, and this time I reached out and wrapped my hand around his hard cock. Cal shuddered at my touch, and the deep guttural sound he made traveled through my body. The feel of him sliding through my hand was incredible. I’d missed everything about him so much. “Fuck, that feels good.” Grabbing the top of the glass behind me, he thrust his cock through my fingers, and the need to have him steadily rose, making me ache.

“I can’t take it. I fucking need you,” Cal said, grabbing my hips and pulling me up his body. I sucked in a sharp breath as he pressed my back against the wall. “You still on the pill?” I nodded and tried to hold back the scream as he thrust into me. “Holy fuck, you’re so tight.” His body shook as he held still. “Damn, I’m about to blow my load.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him hard. I needed this. I needed him. I understood his desire to wipe away the last three years, even if only for a few minutes, and pretend we were okay. Giving in to the insanity I wanted to pretend to. I attacked his mouth and wiggled my hips, silently begging him to move. My orgasm was close but just out of reach.

“Fuck me, please,” I begged against his lips and felt him shudder. With a groan that ended with a growl, he started to move and didn’t hold back. He hammered into me hard, and I bit my lip and closed my eyes as the orgasm surged.

“Fuck, Cal,” I whimpered and held him tighter.

“That’s it, come on me, Sugar,” he groaned as his muscles flexed under my hands. Every thrust was more intense than the last and pushed me higher until I was lightheaded. With a yell, I crested the peak of my climax, no longer caring who heard us.

“Fuck, yes. Fuck, Sugar, I missed you.”

Cal’s pace became blinding. His fingers dug into my hips and held me still as he punished me with intense pleasure.

“I’m gonna come,” he said through clenched teeth. His rhythm became erratic as he nipped at my shoulder and growled as he came. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

I felt him coming, and it extended the climax I was riding before we both went limp and panted in each other’s arms.

“I’m fucking doing that again before we leave this washroom,” he said, and even though I knew I should disagree, I wasn’t going to open my mouth. This was the first time I felt alive in three years. I didn’t need a man to make me happy, but Cal wasn’t just anyone. He was my soulmate, my twin flame, the piece that had been missing which made his leaving so much worse. With one look and a single touch, I could feel him reclaiming all those parts of my heart I’d locked down. Cal didn’t just open the door. He kicked it in.

My heart was in trouble the moment I stepped foot inside this house.

CHAPTER SEVEN

CALLUM

This was a terrible idea, yet I couldn’t let Skye go. She was quietly resting with her head on my chest as the final rays of the setting sun streamed in and bathed her face. Staring at the ceiling, I had no idea what to do. Despite the lies I’d told myself the last three years, I still loved her. I hated that she cheated on me with my friend, and even though they never said anything, I knew there was more to the story. I just wasn’t sure we could fix what was broken between us. Without trust what did we have?

Once, my greatest challenge had been making an NHL team, and yet, as high of a mountain as that was to climb, our relationship seemed more treacherous.

“Talk to me, Skye,” I said, and she lifted her head. No matter how much time had passed, those green eyes haunted me at night. The moment I was asleep, she strolled into my dreams, but every morning, she was gone again, and the reminder of how much she hurt me lingered. “I need to understand what happened.”

Her eyes instantly became guarded, and she looked away. “There is no point in saying anything.” I grabbed her hand as she pushed herself up.

“Stop, you can’t run away from this, not after what we just did.”

“Like you did?”

“I didn’t have a choice,” I said, not wanting to get into how I ended up at Wayward.