Chapter 25

Chapter Twenty-Five

Eddie

As I walk back inside towards Callie, the sound of music fills the air. My heart screams for her when Birdy's voice pours through the speakers, singing the same song I did at Beau's funeral.

Her beauty is masked by the torment from within; it's easy to see the guilt and blame. As she sits in the corner of the lounge, she takes a sip from the bottle of vodka, which is almost empty. I take a deep breath, unsure of what I should do. She looks up at me and the smile in her eyes is gone, replaced with anger, and I can tell it's directed at me.

Before I have time to speak or react, the vodka bottle is hurled at my head, only missing by an inch. The bottle shatters on impact when it hits the door frame, and glass ricochets against my back and falls at my feet. Unhappy with the fact the bottle didn't hit me, Callie is immediately on her feet and running towards me. I step forward so she doesn't step in the glass and brace myself for the impact. Her screams make no sense. She's yelling about lying and I realise she's talking about Alex. I wrap my arms around her as she punches my chest.

"You know what they're saying isn't true." My words seem to anger her more, and she pulls away.

"Do you really think that little of me? That I'd believe the lying whore? I'm angry because everyone around me treats me like a fragile child and you were the only one who didn't," she sobs out. "With everything going on, I needed you to not be like everyone else. I needed you to be you. When I'm around you, I forget. The pain isn't as unbearable!"

She's shouting now, and I don't mean to raise my voice back at her, but it just comes flying out. "So, you want me to be a selfish prick who only thinks about himself?"

"YES!" she screams.

With that outburst, I don't need to hear anymore. Putting her over my shoulder, I carry her through to my room, kicking open the door. I release Callie from my arms and let my bed catch her fall. I've never asked a woman's permission to fuck them before—they've always come to me ready and willing—but Callie is different. I would never force myself on a woman, and as I look into her eyes, I can see she wants this. She watches me with her big baby blues as I remove my clothes, neither of us saying a word. I have been waiting so long to taste her.

Kneeling at the edge of the bed, I slowly tug her pants over her hips, and she lifts herself so I can slide them the rest of the way down her legs. Her soft moan and laboured breathing lets me know she wants this as much as I do.

I pause and take her in. With her rounded hips and all her curves, she couldn't be any more beautiful than she is in this moment. As her hips rise from the bed, I lean forward, catching the scent of her arousal. I've never paid attention to a woman's needs before—sex has always been about the pleasure I get from it. I feel like a nervous little virgin. But for Callie, I'm determined to be selfless, starting here and now.

As I gaze at Callie, her thoughts are clearly written on her beautiful face. She needs to feel me, and she desperately needs me inside her. Her pulsing hips are encouraging me to take her, so I run my hands down the inside of her legs, her arousal sending goosebumps across her whole body as her nipples harden. Raising her legs over my shoulders, I continue my assault on her thighs until I run my tongue across her clit. She's instantly lost in sensation, and her body writhes and heaves chaotically while I eat her like she's my last meal.

As her cries of pleasure get louder, I know she's nearing the end. But I stop, and she looks at me with her hurry up, I need to come, you arsehole face.

My cock is throbbing and wants his turn. I want to bend her over the bed and fuck her hard as I watch her arse bounce, but I also want to watch her face as she explodes all over my cock. What the fuck is wrong with me? Eddie doesn't think about this shit during sex, he just fucks, hard and fast.

"Stop thinking and fuck me already. I need your hard dick inside me," she says, taking control.

I didn't expect this as she pulls me into her body and flips me onto my back. The monster is standing at attention, and I remain lying on the bed, letting her take control. She needs this right now, and I'm more than happy to watch those curves ride me. Straddling me, she removes her shirt and bra, and I stare like a horny teenager.

Sliding my hands up to her waist, I pull her closer and surge up, taking her perfect breast into my mouth. Callie arches her back and pushes me back down onto the bed, then grips my cock in her hand and positions herself over me. Inch by inch, she lowers herself down; it's pure ecstasy, but it's also torture. I grip her hips as she rocks into me. Her thrusts get faster. I run my hands over her curves and along the sides of her breasts, continuing up to her neck and pulling her down towards me. When her lips touch mine, they taste salty, and when I look in her eyes, I can see tears sliding down her face. She continues to ride me as I wipe the tears from her eyes, but she tries to avoid eye contact.

"I've got you," I say, placing both my hands on her face so she's forced to look at me.

Her body tenses as I thrust up inside her, the tears continuing to fall down her face. She leans forward, placing one hand on the bed beside me, and her movements get faster. She adds a swivel to her hips, making herself shudder and clench around my cock, and I blow my damn load.

A mass of emotions hit me—I feel horrible that I didn't stop when she was crying, I feel like a dick for coming so fast, and I feel like I've failed her when she's been there for me.

She climbs off me and curls herself into a ball. Callie doesn't speak, and I can barely hear her almost silent cries. My heart sinks when I realise she won't come back from this, and I know I'm going to have to let her go. I'm not good for her while she's like this, and she isn't the sort to ask for help.

Leaning over, I tuck her hair behind her ear and place a kiss on her cheek. I know exactly what I have to do, and I'll need some help to pull it off, because Callie would never agree until it's too late.