Deviant: Calla & Jason/Three's a Company/Final Terms: Steamy Romantic Suspense Serial Boxed Set (4 page)

7

JASON & CALLA

JASON

W
e brush our teeth upon awakening and chat for an hour or two before Calla suddenly tells me to lay down on the mattress as she stands next to it.

I do as I am told, eager to plop myself down on that decadent mattress still holding her scent. I position the pillows around me.

“Did Scott ever mention a Jesse to you?” she asks, catching me by surprise; it seemed so out of left field.

So far, we had been talking about the old days—when it was just the two of us, and we were on the cusp of adolescence. We had even laughed about an incident where I’d tried to inveigle her in talking shit about our math teacher while in class. Calla was such a good girl, even then. She pretended like she didn’t hear my whispered jokes, but I saw the corner of her mouth tilt up.

I guess that’s why she figured it was safe to bring up Jesse—it almost felt like we were at the beginning of junior high again, before Scott’s introduction to her life. We were best buds.

Still, she didn’t bypass my guy code. I can’t lie to her, but I don’t have to tell her the whole truth, either. Besides, I can’t bear to see Calla sad. Plus, we’ve been having such a good time reacquainting ourselves with the younger versions of us, and I figure all the reminiscing made her feel more comfortable about giving me that massage, which she’s about to do.

She places her soft hands on my back, and I already feel my body relax a little from her gentle touch. But I’m still on alert.

“Oh, that chick from his class?” I say. “Scott’s kind of yappy in general—he’s like a girl sometimes.”

She taps my back in some semblance of a playful slap, then her slender fingers start making circles on my back, but I won’t let her trick me.

“So I’ve heard about Jesse, Chris, Lisa, James…” I continue. The palm of her hand skillfully kneads my muscles. “Can’t tell you a thing about them—I blank out sometimes when he’s going on about this or that.”

It seems she’s letting me get away with being vague. But then she says, as her hands continue to move deliciously over me, “Is she pretty?”

“She’s all right,” I say honestly, hoping she doesn’t ask where I saw her. Scott had texted me a pic. “Nowhere near as pretty as you,” I say as I flip over, successfully shocking her into extended silence. Her hands pull back as if burnt now that she is suddenly faced with me lying on my back before her. She tries so hard not to scan my torso but fails miserably.

“I guess that’s it, then,” she says.

I just stare at her.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she says, looking worried.

Truthfully, I’m just willing myself not to pull her on top of me—that’s all my body is screaming at me to do. My struggle is probably written all over my face.

Sure, my brain has been partially occupied by trying to dodge a conversation about this girl that Scott suddenly found himself attracted to, but my body can’t ignore how good it feels to have Calla’s hands on it, and I want to know what all of her feels like—both pressed against and on top of me, with me inside of her.

I close my eyes, finally breaking the eye contact, then sit up.

She steps back a little.

“Thanks for the massage,” I say, “it helped a bit. But I can’t do the ground much longer.”

I make sure not to look at her as I say the words—no doubt she’d see an intensity that could scare her. But I meant it.

Too bad for her sense of impropriety—I need to join her in that bed.

CALLA

“We’ve got to get out of here,” I say, worried at the shift I sense.

Sure, Captain Obvious has arrived, but what else could I say? I really mean it—I feel like Jason and I are about to be in trouble; time is running out. I enjoyed touching him too much, and the way he looked at me—damn it, I’m wet again. He has aroused more than my curiosity; I’m actually tempted to sleep with him!

I can’t believe it—I never even imagined doing it with anyone but Scott. Scott was my first, last and everything. I had fantasies of marrying him, having his babies…all of that. But suddenly I’m wondering what it would be like to get wrapped in the arms of an old friend?

Those arms are part of the problem, by the way—they look so strong and capable. So…okay, I’ll say it—sexy, damn it; Jason is crazy sexy. The cut of muscles in his limbs, the veins popping around his biceps, those riveting six-pack abs—he just looks so damned masculine, and it makes my breath catch. In general, he’s a good-looking guy, too, just never my type—so I thought. Now, it’s like I can’t keep my eyes away from him. Is that not the very definition of attractive?

Damn it, it’s this small room, isn’t it? A small space and a good-looking member of the opposite sex who is clearly attracted to you and not doing a whole lot to hide it…

“Let us out of here!” I shout suddenly, addressing the voice of the freak who put us in this position.

I only hear a rumble of laughter in return.

“Fuck,” I whisper. It’s all becoming too much. Something in my body has heightened. I want him! Damn it, I want Jason.

I make sure not to look at him.

But frickin’ hell, Jason steps toward me.

“How long do you want to be trapped here with me?” he asks huskily.

I chance a look at his face, and he looks calm, but those eyes—and definitely that voice—give him away.

“You’re acting like you’re down with this!” I say, not even trying to control the panic in my own voice.

“I’m down with getting out of here sooner than later,” he says with those stormy eyes.

“Dream on!” I say, folding my arms with finality and turning away.

Something in his energy changes, like he’s pulling away.

Then he says, “Get over yourself, Calla—you’re not all that. But good for Scott—looks like he’s doing a great job of fooling you.”

“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?” I say, turning back to him.

He comes right up to me, and I feel weak from the nearness of his strong chest as he towers over me. He is taller than me by about six inches, so I have to look upwards into his quiet anger.

“It means you’re doing a lot of over- and underestimating here. I’d rather not touch you, either.” Then he turns away, and I realize I’d been holding my breath when I finally let it out.

“I get the bed tonight,” he says before flopping on it. “And I don’t care what you do for the other nights, but I’ll be here for the rest of those, too. Join me, if you dare. You’ll no longer take my chivalry for granted, Calla. Contrary to your own belief, you’re no princess. Not mine, anyway.”

He throws down the pillows.

8

CALLA & JASON

CALLA

T
he light in this room never turns off, I realize.

The room is a little brighter in what I assume is daytime, but when we get ready to sleep, the light only dims a bit—I guess to give our eyes a break, and give us a chance to actually rest while making sure our kidnapper doesn’t miss anything that could happen in the dark, I don’t know.

In any case, we’re visible at all times to anyone with working eyes—everything we do is in the light, nothing in shadow.

I lie there on that horrible ground, unable to sleep. Too much is tossing inside of me.

What are you going to do, Calla Lily Thompson
? I ask myself.

God, my mom must have been some kind of hippy or something, giving me a name like that. I say ‘must have been’ because she died when I was five, not because she grew into some refined version of herself.

I feel kind of bad because I can barely remember her. I have glimpses of her locked in me that pop into my brain every now and then, but at this point in life, I can no longer tell the difference between dreams and memories.

In any case, I certainly don’t have her advice to fall back on.

What does one do in a situation like this? Then again, how many mothers have advice for when you get kidnapped and locked in a room with one of your suddenly-sexy old friends, and the only way to get back to your regular life is to boink him? How does one go back to the way things were after that?

I never intended to follow through with our kidnapper’s desires, and I don’t know what this makes me, but I almost want to seduce Jason now. How dare he pretend he’s not attracted to me? I know he had a crush on me way back in the day, and I know that didn’t just totally disappear, despite the circumstances. I’ve seen burning desire on his face right here in this room—I didn’t make that up!

I know he’s had girlfriends, and I know he’s happy for me and Scott, but I also know he still feels something for me somewhere, beyond our comfy friendship. Being with him these past few days or whatever, I realized whatever he felt for me is still there.

And now he thinks he can pretend I’m chopped liver? We’ll just see about that.

JASON

I had only said I wouldn’t give up the bed again, but after spending a night on it, I mean it. We’ll just have to find a way to share—lie feet to head, whatever. I didn’t even want to get up when my eyes opened.

I kind of just stare at the ceiling for a bit, not even looking over at Calla on the ground.

I catch a flash of her when she gets up, but I still don’t turn, although I can sort of see her out of the corner of my eye. I’m still kind of ticked, honestly.

Suddenly, with no warning at all, she starts taking off her clothes.

“I’m going to take a shower. Turn away if you want, I don’t care anymore,” she says.

My head snaps in her direction.

I am riveted—I’m not even sure if she says anything else once she starts stripping; I can concentrate on nothing else as more and more of her creamy flesh is revealed. There’s no taking my eyes off of her once she’s down to her underwear, and my cock goes from a gentle nudge of awakening to a full-blown erection once her bra comes off and her breasts say hello.

I feel like she is smiling in satisfaction, but I can’t see if I’m right since my eyes have attached themselves to her lower half, waiting for her to expose the rest of her.

But all I see is her butt as she turns to take her panties off, but still, that peek of pink I see briefly before taking in her beautiful round cheeks almost sends me into a tailspin.

I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t stop watching her, even after she turns the shower on. Probably
especially
because, since I’m getting the side view of her now. God, her body is beautiful; Scott is so fucking lucky!

Her head lifts toward the shower head, exposing her lovely neck, blond hair darkening from the water.

She has a perfect curve to her perky breasts, her nipples hardening under the spray. Her stomach is flat, her waist small, her hips and butt begging to be cupped by my hands as I ram into her.

Whoa. Okay, Jason, just look away,
I tell myself.
Look away now, and not just because she can see her affect on you in more ways than one.

I wish there were some books or something around because all I have to stare at is her, and my body starts to rage.

Oh well. What can I say? She has thrown the gauntlet down; she asked for it.

I leave the bed, discard my boxers, then head for the shower.

Her eyes are still closed to the spray, but they open when I’m a foot away from her. There’s no time for her to do anything but accept my presence there in the shower with her, and then my hands on her arms as I bring her closer to me, away from the direct spray. Then my tongue as I meet that sweet, welcoming mouth of hers.

You must understand—I have wanted this girl the whole time I have been able to grow body hair. She has haunted my dreams, and I have fantasized in the daytime more than once about kissing her.

My cock hardened long ago, but having her there, naked and wet, and kissing me back like she has been waiting forever for this too, reminds me of the next logical step.

I lead her from the shower, not breaking the lock of our lips, and back her up to the nearest wall. Still exploring her hot, sweet mouth with my tongue, my hands start wandering, and my fingers trail their way up and down her arms, over her stomach, move up to graze her hard nipples, and then find their way back down to her center.

Christ, she is wet, and I nearly hoist her leg up and push myself in her right away, but I manage to control myself a bit longer, and dip my finger in and out of her tight slickness. She lets out a sound that makes it almost impossible to continue teasing her, but I bend my head to run my lips over her breasts and my tongue over her nipples before I stand and lift one of her legs. I line the tip of my cock up with her entrance as I adjust both of her legs around me.

“God, Jason, just do it! I want you inside of…”

The words are barely out before I push myself inside of her, and she cries out—one of the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard.

She isn’t going anywhere against that wall and clearly doesn’t plan to. She takes every thrust like a champ, and I have no mercy. She’s so wet, so luscious, and I need to feel those soft, velvety lips of hers against me as I thrust into her, over and over again. She holds on to me for the ride, and I grab her ass cheeks to rock her against me.

She cries out for more.

“Yes, Jason!” she breathes, and her moaning and the way she keeps saying my name and squeezing me to her, hard nipples and soft breasts brushing against me as I plow her tight, slick pussy drives me to the edge, and I can’t help fucking her harder and faster. Unable to pull myself from her, the next thing I know, I’m being milked, and her inner walls are squeezing against me deliciously as she wails in climax.

We stay locked, panting and recovering from the ride, pulsing around each other, my throbbing cock still inside her.

Even though I reached the pinnacle with her and my hearing still hasn’t completely returned, I’m still hard, and in no time, ready to go another round.