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I called her after work to tell her about our trip. She offered to come over and hear about it in person, but I’m staying at Callisto’s penthouse tonight. He says he can’t sleep without me. And the truth is, I can’t sleep without him, either. I feel safe with him. Protected.
“I’m so fucking happy for you, Maks. You deserve this. So much.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, B.” And I mean it. I tried moving on. I tried hiding behind a bottle. Nothing has made me feel the way I feel when I’m with Callisto. If I’m honest, I don’t even think I felt this way with Reid. With him it was always aboutus. Like there was no Makenna without Reid, and there was no Reid without Makenna. With Callisto, I know who I am. I know who I want to be. While he complements that woman, he doesn’t define her, and that is a powerful thing.
“Do you think we get a second chance?” I ask. “Do you think God does that? Gives us do-overs.”
It’s quiet, like she’s carefully contemplating her answer.
Then, “Yes, Maks. I think He does. Or maybe…” She pauses.
“Maybe what?”
She takes a deep breath. “Maybe this was His plan all along.”
I swallow the lump in my throat as I remember Sunday School lessons about a loving God, caring God, generous God. If what Brynn says is true, then why all the pain? Couldn’t there have been an easier way? A way in which Reid could still be alive and just as happy as I am now? Why did he have to die for me to be happy? I was happy before. Why did there have to be a second plan? What was wrong with the first plan? If Reid were alive, where would Callisto be? Would I even know him like this? Or would I be traveling across the world chasing Reid’s dream instead of my own?
A life without Callisto.As much as Reid’s death hurt me, I don’t want to even imagine the pain of losing Cal.
I need to get home. I need to see him, touch him. Remind myself he’s real.
“Maybe it was,” I say, my voice cracking through the tears that fight their way from my eyes. “I’ll call you tomorrow. Love you.”
“I love you too, gorgeous.”
As soon as the elevator doors open and I see Callisto, I throw my arms around him. He’s standing in the kitchen at the stove. His dark hair is a perfect mess. His black dress pants cling to his thighs and ass. His dress shirt is laying over the back of a barstool, leaving him in his white t-shirt. My eyes close tightly as I slip my hands beneath his shirt and clutch his back as if I’m afraid he’ll disappear if I don’t hold on tight enough.I can’t lose you.
He stands completely still and lets me hold him like this. Like he understands exactly what I need to say without me ever having to speak a single word.He always does.
He picks me up and carries me through the living room, past the kitchen where I inhale the scent of stir-fried veggies and freshly cooked rice, and into his bedroom.
He lays me on the bed and slowly starts undressing me. First my shoes and socks, then pants and top. He unfastens my bra and tosses it to the floor.
“What about dinner?” I ask as I lift my butt, letting him slip my panties off my hips.
He slides up the bed and hovers over me. Something about him being fully dressed while I am completely naked gives me a thrill. Like I’m strictly here for him to admire, for him to worship.
“Priorities, angel. I need you. Just you. Right now.”
I need you, too.
He runs his hands along the back of my calves, then up my thighs, massaging me. And then he moves off of me to stand at the edge of the bed.Hopefully to undress.
He runs the pad of his thumb over his bottom lip as his gaze burns over my naked body. I don’t think. I simply react. Words like shame or modesty don’t exist in this moment. There is onlyneedasI pull my legs up and bend my knees, spread open and on display for him. He watches as I run my hands along the inside of my thighs, stopping just as I reach the center. I slowly run a finger over the smooth, wet flesh there. Callisto unbuttons his dress pants, and my hand falls as I watch him.
He leans down, putting my hand back on my pussy. “Don’t stop.”
I swallow hard, then obey, rubbing slow, wet circles over my swollen clit.
He tugs his pants off, pulls the t-shirt over his head, then climbs back onto the bed.
He’s here.
He’s naked.
And I’m naked.
His erection presses against my thigh, heavy and thick.I need more.
