The Santas Who Stole Me (Stolen #1)

Chapter 22

Chapter Twenty-Two

GEORGIE

Keeper ordered Chinese food and we spent the night decorating the tree. It looks perfect, popcorn garland and all. Zeke was meticulous about the garland, ensuring the string was evenly placed. Keeper kept us on track and organized the decorations by type, and Calum stole every kiss he could, asking about memories with my dad and my favorite things we did together. He said love earlier in the car talking about me, and I’m trying to pretend like it doesn’t have me floating on a cloud. Calum is the picture-perfect bad boy, and he likes me. I should be like every other girl who wants the bad boy to be good for her, but who am I kidding? The way he pulled that asshole off me, I want that. Someone to go to war for me, and it’s too soon to know, but I feel like he might.

After midnight Zeke steps out to call Lee, something about a suicide at work. I didn’t even ask. I know what they do and it should bother me, but I’ve had my share of violence and seen some terrible things. Somehow, I know as violent as they are, none of them will turn that violence on me.

I place the final ornament on the tree and sink down on the couch next to Keeper. Calum quickly sits on my other side, and we stare at the most beautiful tree I’ve ever seen. Keeper is all hard muscle under his soft shirt, and yet lying on him is so comfy. He kisses the top of my head. No one has mentioned the asshole in the store, but I can feel the question brewing in the air.

“Thanks for helping at the store. And for tonight. It was the perfect first date.” I reach up and run my hand through his blond hair, and he smiles with a dirty sparkle in his eye. I don’t forget his brother is behind me, but Calum reminds me by snaking a hand around my waist.

“Don’t ever thank me for taking care of something that could hurt you. It’s what I was made for.”

Before he can put his lips to mine again Zeke walks in. “Keep, we have to deal with something.”

Please tell me they don’t already know about the agent. I stiffen and Keeper notices.

“Kitten, Calum will stay with you.” He glances over my head at his brother, who I feel nod at my back.

“You won’t be alone, and we can keep the light on. Let’s go to bed.”

Guilt hits my core. They thought I was worried about being alone because of what happened at the store, but I assumed they knew my plan. I blow out a breath and stand.

“Stay in my bed,” Keeper tells me, his voice low, but I know Calum heard.

I’m worried Calum will protest, but he surprises me by saying nothing.

“Good night, Georgie,” Zeke says, following Keeper to do whatever assassins do together.

Calum leads us to Keeper’s room, and I find myself standing in front of the shower again. This time it’s different. We’re different. Calum isn’t looking at me like I’m sad and pitiful. Chestnut eyes roam my body as he slowly peels my clothes off until I’m naked before him. He pauses on my hips and puts a sweet kiss on each bruise left from being shoved at the store.

Fingers run from my ankle to my hip and my breath shudders when he drops his hand to start on the other side. His eyes stay where his fingers meet my skin, like he’s learning every part of me. He circles my breasts and then my nipples, and the ache in my core deepens when he moves away from them. The featherlight touch stops at my neck. Both of his hands wrap around my throat, his thumbs touching the front. He grabs my neck pulling my naked body so close his minty breath warms my lips.

Gone is the tender touch, and Calum is his brutal self again. His hold tightens just enough for panic to creep up inside me. Instinct tells me he won’t hurt me. Still my eyes widen in surprise, and he lets off enough for me to take a breath.

Once I get a quick gulp, his fingers flex again. “I want all of you.” His hands release my throat, and he’s back to those soft touches and kisses. In between the kisses, he whispers against my chest, “Your heart.”

Fingers keep trailing me, and tiny sparks of heat meet my skin each time he stops.

One hand cups between my legs. “Your cum.” He keeps that hand there, and I know my pussy is leaking all over it. I’m already a mess for him. In a painfully slow movement, his free hand trails back up my body and wraps around my throat again.

I moan and open my legs wider for him in invitation, but Calum notices and releases his grip.

His fingers are at my throat again. A thumb rests on my jaw, and he squeezes the four fingers wrapped around my neck. “Your breath.” His lips are on mine and he kisses me without letting up on the pressure until I squirm.

I don’t want it to stop, but my body forces me.

“Every. Fucking. Thing. Cookie. I want it.” Calum releases me and pulls the shirt off his back. His shoes and pants quickly follow, and I stare at his hard cock. The silver balls glisten against the harsh bathroom lighting as he turns on the shower. All of the jets spray at once and rain down from the ceiling and sides. White marble with thin silver lines and soft white stone insets cover the space.

I’m dragged inside.

His thigh spreads my legs apart. My feet lift off the ground just enough that my toes can touch the floor. He braces me against the wall, using his hand splayed across my stomach to pin me there.

I love being at his mercy, which is insane because I feared it with Chad. This is different. Calum loves me, and I think I love him too.

“Do you trust me, Georgie?”

Water runs off his dark lashes, and his hair falls to the side, wet and messy. His lips are full and parted, sitting above that faint chin dimple. White teeth shine from his mouth, a wolf in disguise under all those colorful tattoos. A freaking killer. Do I trust him? “I do.”

Hungry blue eyes lock on my neck. He wants all of me, and as pathetic as it might be, I want to give myself to him. His fingers tighten, and my hands instinctively fly up to grab at them. “Keep your hands there, tap three times with your finger if it’s too much.”

I don’t get any more of a chance to respond before he’s deep inside me. His movements are swift like when we spar in the gym. They might all be murderers, but Calum is a fighter. He shows that in every move he makes, including when he fucks.

I was soaking wet from his touches, and the way he slides in so that I can feel every hard inch makes me gasp. He hits my G- spot, his tip piercing it with every drag out of me. The two side balls rub deep inside my core, and I’m whimpering after three thrusts.

His eyes are glued to my mouth, and my lips part in his clutch. It’s almost painful as my air is cut off. I instinctively try to gasp, but his grip is too tight, nothing is getting past my throat. He times my attempts at breathing with his body’s thrusts, like he’s punishing me for trying to breathe without his permission. My body is pushed up with his movements. He’s taking my air and using me up exactly how he wants.

The second my vision goes black; his gravelly voice fills the room with his dirty words. “I love pounding your pussy, cookie. You take me so good. Your cunt is perfect. Made exactly for me to use.” Fingers loosen after each word, giving me a moment of reprieve.

I don’t want it. I want to go completely over the edge with Calum, and anywhere else he will take me. He’s right, I am made for him.

He continues to shove into me, telling me how good I am. It should be demeaning or something like that, but he can use me however he wants if it feels this good.

My insides start shaking, and I’m moaning in between gasps.

“The pressure is going to increase when you come on my cock. Scream for me.” He slams into me again, no mercy on my body.

I do scream his name, pant, basically lose all control over my body and my mind. Leaning into his grip, I welcome the burn, his strength, his complete ownership. A sob leaves my mouth when I come. It’s fierce and unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

Calum unloads into me while I continue to shake around him.

Blue-black lines cross my vision without air. He lets up on his hold, leaning on either side of me propped up by his hands. My feet return to the shower floor, but he doesn’t slide out of me. Even after that, he’s half hard. I look up at him. He’s so close, and the steam swirls around him. His eyes are closed, and I work to catch my breath.

“Georgia, I love you.”

I curl into his slick body, and the movement makes his cum slide down my thigh.

He pulls out of me and puts his forehead on mine.

“Me too.”

Calum washes my hair and body, whispering all the sweet things he knows. I let him. I like it when he takes care of me. He wraps my body in a fresh towel and puts my hair in a smaller one. Once satisfied I’m dry, he removes my towel, and we fall into bed. I faintly remember this is complicated and that we are naked in his brother’s bed before sleep takes me.