22. Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Two

Callum

"Yessss," air hissed sharply between my teeth, as Michael bucked his hips up the same time I sank back down onto his thick cock. Leaning over him, he wrapped one well-muscled arm around my back. His lips sucked my nipple into his mouth the same time his dick hit my prostate straight on and I screamed, the feelings were so intense.

Sex wasn't exactly on the recovery checklist that the emergency room had given us when we'd been released a couple of hours ago, but needs must. And we both needed this.

Needed to feel close to each other, needed to feel alive.

Needed to solidify those three little words we had said to one another.

My bedroom door banged against the wall, rattling the mirror on my dresser. The mirror I had been watching our reflection in, as I rode Michael's cock like a prized rodeo bronc rider.

"Holy Mother of God, my eyes!" Daphne screeched, and I yelped, falling right off of Michael's cock, and nearly off the bed completely. Only his quick grabbing of my arm saved me from landing in an undignified naked heap. His latex covered cock wilted before my eyes, and I grabbed the blanket, pulling it over both of us.

"Is he okay?" My mom's concerned voice called from the doorway and Michael groaned, tossing the blanket quickly over his head.

"I heard him scream!" Gran's breathless yell followed a mere few seconds later.

Peeking my head out from the blankets, I glared at my family filling my bedroom doorway.

"What are you doing home?" I demanded, completely put out that they had interrupted my impending orgasm.

"Daphne had a feeling you were in trouble," Mom told me, crossing her arms over her chest.

Gran poked her head around Mom. Fortunately there wasn't an inch of Michael uncovered, and only my head poked out. "Isadora had a premonition too, so we came home. We thought you needed us." She waved a hand under her nose. "Smells like sex in here. He's fine. "

My mom's eagle-eyed gaze landed on the white bandage on my forehead that my hair didn't quite hide. "He's not fine, Mom! Callum, what happened?" She moved closer, her hand gently moving my hair so she could get a better look.

"I'm fine, Mom," moving my head out of her grasp, I gave her what I hoped was a reassuring smile. "Promise. It's nothing."

Daphne, having recovered from the sight of walking in on Michael and me, snapped her fingers loudly. "I think the better question is who is he hiding under those blankets."

Gran snorted, "Oh, that's the Endicott boy. The one he was all moony over in high school."

All our heads swiveled in Gran's direction, eyes big.

"What?" Gran shrugged.

Narrowing my eyes, I couldn't believe my family had barged into my room like this and were still standing here . God, we all needed better boundaries. Or just boundaries in general. "How do you know that?"

Gran snorted, "Tilly told me, of course."

"Mrs. Hawthorne?" I croaked.

"Mom, when did you talk to Tilly?"

"When Callum read her cards this week," Gran told us nonchalantly. "Monday? Tuesday? Callum, what day did you read her cards? "

Shaking my head, I plucked at a thread on the blanket. "Monday, I think."

"Mom?"

"What?" Gran sounded put out.

Mom had her hands planted on her hips, tapping her foot. "We were all supposed to turn our cell phones in when we got there. I saw you turn yours in."

Gran looked annoyed. "You saw me turn in a cell phone, Sarah. But not my only cell phone. That rule is stupid, and dangerous, and I decided I wasn't doing it. And I'm eighty, I don't have to do a damn thing I don't want to."

Was I the only one that was wondering why my eighty-year-old Gran had more than one cell phone? Apparently so.

Daphne crept to the other side of my bed, and before I could stop her, she yanked the blankets down to Michael's chest. She probably would have yanked them further, but he grabbed at them with quick hands. There was a brief tug-of-war between them before Michael's brute strength finally prevailed, though Daphne put up a good fight, I'd give her that.

"Michael?" she stared down at him, her mouth a tight line of disapproval.

"Uh, hi," he gave a wave with one hand, while using the other one to keep the blanket firmly in place and covering all his bits. "You're probably wondering what I'm doing here."

"Looked and sounded like you were doing my grandson," Gran chortled, while my mom screeched, "Mom, not helping!"

"Helping what, Sarah?" Gran demanded, "They were doing just fine before we showed up. They don't need our help. Though," she tapped her lip with one blunt fingernail, "I see why Callum was all heart-eyed over this one."

"Out!" I made a shooing motion at them all. "Get out!"

"So, you don't need me to break that binding spell, then?" Daphne shrugged, moving towards the door.

"Wait!" Michael shouted. "We do. Need it broken. Please."

Mom gave me another one of her Mom looks, and I kept my eyes rooted firmly down at my blanket covered lap.

"Callum?" she said very slowly, "Were you spell casting while we were gone?"

Meeting her eyes, I said, "No?"

Daphne was slowly waving her hands in the air above us, plucking an invisible thread this way and that. "Oh, he so was. I'd recognize one of his messes anywhere."

"Can we talk about this later?" I mumbled, "Or, like, never?" Then at my sister, I mouthed, Tattletale.

Daphne smirked at me, then wiped her hands together. "All fixed, brother. Though you might want to test it out to make sure." She batted her lashes, looking innocent, but I knew better.

"You're not going to be here when we do," I declared, pointing my finger at her and then to the open doorway. "You just want to see Michael naked."

"Duh," she shrugged, then followed Gran, and finally my mom, out the door. "I mean, he's still hot."

Michael covered his face with his hands, groaning and repeating, "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God."

Pulling at one of his hands, I peered down at him. "They're gone. And, of course, they left the door wide open. Want me to test that the spell is broken? I can shut the door."

"Ugh, I'm almost afraid to, but yeah," he moaned. "I'd like to finish what we started but I don't think I can, knowing your family is downstairs." He shuddered, "Yeah, nope, not gonna happen. You're way too loud and I'm already never going to be able to look any of them in the face."

"Ok, here goes." Tossing off the blankets, I hurried to the door with no mishaps and without Michael writhing across the bed screaming in agony.

Hex ran across the floor, jumping on the bed, and butting his head against Michael's chin.

Shutting the door with a loud, purposeful bang that I hoped they all heard downstairs, I turned to see Michael watching me, a huge smile on his face .

"She did it."

Climbing back into the bed, I tucked myself close to his side. "I never doubted that she wouldn't be able to. She's really amazing with spells, but you did not hear me say that."

"Can we just hide out here for a while?" Michael whispered, his lips brushing over my hair. "After yesterday, I'm not sure I'm ready to be interrogated by your family."

"We can hide up here for as long as we want," I assured him, taking his hand and winding our fingers together.

"Forever?" he wondered, and I grinned against his chest.

"Forever sounds wonderful."