Escort (The Callie Leveaux Series) (5 page)

I wish he’d just let me fuck him so he could sleep better.

“Is he hotter than me, Cal?”

Raising my eyes to face his, I raise my foot to the edge of the tub and hold his gaze as I work myself back to the edge. With him staring me down, face to face like this, it takes me no time at all.

“No, Tommy,” I admit
huskily, not a trace of dishonesty in my answer as my head falls back against the tile. “Nobody’s hotter than you, baby.”

As he lets out a low, ru
mbling growl, I push my fingers inside myself rapidly. I hold his eyes as I come, his name escaping my lips in a whimper so he knows it’s for him and him alone.

Later that night, he’s harder than a brick shithouse. He still won’t let me fuck him, but after a few minutes alone in the living room, he settles in be
hind me and I can still feel his newly emptied cock throbbing against my lower back.

He winds his arm around me as always, resting it over my breast and t
alking to me as he gently traces the pads of his fingers over my hard nipples. He doesn’t last long tonight, though.

In less than ten minutes, my Tommy’s finally fast asleep.

The Good Doctor

“Put your feet in the stirrups for me, baby,” Tommy says as he walks over to the sink in his office to wash his hands.

“If I had a dollar for every time I’d heard that…” I laugh.

“Don’t even, Callie,” he groans, stifling a chuckle. “Come on, scoot down, baby.”

Doing as he asks, I move as far up on the table and scroll through my phone as h
e gets ready to give me my regular check up.

“Do you have any soreness or anything unusual going on?” Tommy asks as he takes his seat and moves between my legs.

“Nope.”

“Good,” he says quietly as he starts his exam
, not bothering with gloves and his hands on me sending a chill through my body. “So what time do you work tonight?”

“I don’t,” I reply happily
, sitting up on my elbows. “I forgot to tell you about Dante!”

“What about Dante?” Tommy asks as he raises his head slightly into my view.

“Remember I told you that he started coming to me because he and his wife were having problems?”

“Yeah,” he says as he returns his attention to the exam. “You told me his wife told him she couldn’t take the rough shit so she sent him to you.”

“Right,” I agree. “Well, I guess they talked it out and they’re going to try to work all that out. Isn’t that awesome?”

“Fuck yeah it is, Baby! You may have saved a marriage!”

“I know!” I beam. “And we owe it all to my pussy!”

“Yep,” he chuckles. “And a glorious pussy it is, babe.”
Standing, he props his elbows on my knees and smiles down at me. “Everything looks good. You still stocked up on your birth control and all that?”

“Yes,” I nod as my eyes rake over him. “You look really hot today, Tommy.”

“Thanks,” he blushes, moving his eyes over me. “So do you.”

“
Wanna play doctor?” I tease.

“Cal
,” he struggles.

“C
ome on, baby,” I whisper, sitting up to get closer, pulling him to me by the front of his shirt. “You’ve been so stressed out. Let me help you, Tommy.”

“I don’t want a pity fuck from you, Callie.”

“How is it pity if I’m wet for you?” I counter, positioning his hand at my entrance. As soon as his bare fingertips make contact, he lets out a low groan. Running my tongue over his lower lip, I raise my eyes to find him staring down at me. “I want you, Tommy.”

“Baby…”

“Do you want me to beg you for it? Because I will,” I promise. I meant what I said, I want him. Things between us had always been great, but lately it’s seemed like our relationship was changing. Into what, I didn’t know yet. All I know right now is that I want him. “I’ll do whatever you want. You don’t even have to let me come. I just need to feel you throbbing inside me, Tommy. Please baby,” I beg huskily. “Please give me your cock.”

“Anything I want
, huh, Cal?” he breathes against my mouth.

“Yes,” I respond
immediately, so desperate for him I can’t stop the shiver that runs through me.

Holding my eyes, he stares into me lik
e no other man ever has or ever will. Only Tommy can see me, the real me, staring back through these eyes. To the rest of the world, even to myself I’m nothing more than a whore, but not to Tommy.

Tommy loves me.

“Quit your job,” he says suddenly, shocking me.

“What?”

“You said you’d give me whatever I want, Callie. I want you to quit your job,” he says, standing straight and crossing his arms over his massive chest. “I told you, baby. The next time we fuck, it’ll be because you want me.”

“I
do
want you, Tommy,” I shrug, confusion distorting my features. “I just told you I did.”

“No,” he answers, stunning me further. “You will want
me
, Callie.
Only
me. Just the same way I want you.”

“Ugh! Forget it!” I say, releasing him and turning to get off the exam table. “You know, I’ve never had a man fight the urge to fuck me the way you do, Tommy. I’
ll never understand it.”

Pulling my
shorts on, I remove the gown his annoying nurse Bonnie forced me to wear and toss it on the table beside me.

“Maybe you never had anyone who really loved you, Callie,” he says softly. I can see the regret in his eyes as they rake over my nipples. It should make me feel better, but really it just pisses me off.

“Oh, shut up,” I say in a frustrated tone, rolling my eyes at him. “If you really loved me as much as you say you do, you wouldn’t tell me to quit a job I love for a piece of ass.”

“Do you seriously think that’s all I want from you, Callie?”

Pulling my tight, v-neck white tee over my head, I slide my Tom’s on and grab my purse before turning to face him.

“Look at me, Tommy,” I say, waiting as he takes me in. “First of all, you know better than anyone that I’m not exactly relationship material.
You deserve better than me.”

“You don’t see yourself very clearly, Cal.”

“I see myself just fine, Tommy,” I say honestly with a shrug. “I’m a whore, baby. You know what they say about people like me? You can’t turn a whore into a housewife. You’re looking at a prime example.”

“Don’t say
fucked up shit like that about yourself, Callie,” he tries to argue, but I don’t let him.

“I
t’s not fucked up Tommy, it’s reality. People pay to fuck me, that makes me a whore,” I say with another shrug. “I’m fine with what I am. I love what I do, baby. And you know the rules: I do whatever I want with whoever I want. I own me, not you, not my parents, not my clients. Me. Callie,” I say with resolve. “I’ve got killer tits, a bangin’ ass and a tight pussy. I don’t need to pity fuck anyone, baby and I damn sure don’t need a fuckin’ pimp or anyone telling me how to run my shit.”

“Callie,” he sighs.

“Look, maybe one day I’ll get sick of this,” I interrupt again, softer this time. “If I ever settled down with anyone, it would have to be you. You’re the only person I love, but you gotta stop feeling bad for me and trying to change me. I don’t want to change, Tommy. I am who I am. I’ve made my peace with it. It’s time you did, too.”

Obviously surprised by my
words, Tommy shakes his head at me and lets out a sigh.

“Would you shut the fuck up, Callie?” he says. “You know, for such a smart person, you act like a real dumbass sometimes, do you know that?”

“Oh please,” I say, my voice monotone. “Please don’t stop, babe. You’re totally turning me on.”

“Look at me,” he orders and my eyes fly to his as he takes a step toward me before grabbing my chin. “
I know you think I’m telling you this to save you, but I’m not. It’s not out of pity or insecurity. I look pretty damn bangin’ myself and yeah, I would love to fuck you, but that’s not all this is about.”

“Then what-” I start, blowing the hair out of my face impatiently and looking away, but he cuts me off.

“Look at me, Callie,” he orders, grabbing my chin again. “I don’t share what’s mine. You’re going to want me someday and when you do, I won’t need to tell you to quit this shit. You go ahead and do you for a little while longer, baby. When you get ready for this to happen,” he says softer, gesturing between us. “I won’t need to tell you to stop fucking other men. You won’t want anyone else.”

“You seem pretty sure of yourself,” I whisper against his lips as he holds my eyes. I’ve never been closer to anyone in my life
than Tommy, but this sudden twist has me reeling.

“I am,” he admits. “I know
what I want, Callie.”

“What do you want, Tommy?” I manage.

“What do you think I want, Cal?” he asks, a slight smirk forming on his lips.

“You have me. I told you, I’m more yours than anyone else’s.”

“Yeah, you did say that,” he nods. “And I just told you I don’t share what’s mine.”

“It seems we’re at an impasse,” I whisper. I’m struggling to remain calm, but I’ve never seen this side of Tommy.

“It does.”

Pushing the hair away from my f
ace, he takes a slight step so that my chest is flush with his. He holds my gaze and rests his palm against the back of my neck possessively. Tommy’s never been shy with his affection, but this time there’s something different in his touch. As he moves his lips closer to mine, I panic and stop him.

“
Please don’t kiss me, Tommy,” I choke out, surprising him. The questioning look in his eyes proves that much.

“Why, Callie? I always kiss you.”

“I can’t give you what you want,” I force out as steadily as I can. “You’re about to try and change my mind with this kiss and it won’t work. If you kiss me right now, it’s just going to fuck everything up.”

“Callie…”

“I can’t lose you, Tommy,” I say as I pull away and steady myself against the counter behind me. “I don’t know what’s going on with us right now, but it can’t happen. We need each other too much to complicate things.”

“I’m not trying to complicate things, Callie,” he says stepping back to give me some much needed space. “I’m trying to tell you how I feel. I want more from you, from us.”

“And I can’t give it to you.”

“You can’t or you won’t?”

“It’s the same thing Tommy,” I say, picking my purse back up from the counter top and turning away from him.

“No, it’s not,” he argues, grabbing my elbow.
Pulling my sunglasses on, I hide the tears springing up before facing him.

“It is to me,”
I say softly. “I’ve got to go. Thanks for checking me out. I’ll see you later.”

I spend the rest of the day at the apartment, trying to come up with an excuse to be gone when Tommy gets home from the clinic. I know it’s the coward’s way out, but I haven’t come up with the best way to deal with this whole thing.

I don’t understand what even happened with him today. Did I come on a little strong? Sure, but I always do. That’s the way I always am, especially with Tommy.

I learned a long time ago that the world doesn’t give two shits about your survival or your happiness. That’s why I don’t waste my time. I figure out what I want and I go for it. I do it on my own terms because I know that’s just the way it’s got to be. If I let anyone, even Tommy, start calling the shots, I’ll be screwed.

Besides, he obviously deserves better than what I can give him. I love Tommy too much to let him settle for a life of waiting for me to get too old or tired to do this anymore. By the time I’m ready to hang up my metaphorical room key, he could have a wife and a couple of kids. Not to mention, I’m not good enough for someone like him.

I’m not talking myself down, I’m just being honest. Tommy is a good person. He’s been through hell and come back from it all on his own. He needs a good woman who hasn’t fucked her way into early retirement by the time she’s forty five.

I’m lost in these thoughts when my cell phone chimes out next to me on the coffee table, bringing me back to my reality. Picking it up, I already know who the text is from before I glance at the screen.

I know you’re
trying to think of an excuse to leave before I get home from work, but I want you to stop. Don’t go anywhere. We need to talk. Be there soon. –T

I’m chewing on my fingernail, struggling for any excuse to text him back and run from the apartment for the night when my phone chimes again.

We both know I’ll find you if you leave. Just stay put. And stop biting your nails. It’s gross, baby. -T

Letting out a loud huff of irritation, I force myself from the couch and make my way to the fridge. If I’m going to be here, I’m at least going to drink.

Pulling the bottle of whiskey from the counter, I pour a liberal amount over a few ice cubes and drain the glass in one gulp. Sitting the tumbler down in front of me with more force than intended, I grip the bottle and pour myself another. When I sit the empt
y glass down in front of me for the third time, I’m startled by the sound of a throat clearing beside me in the kitchen doorway.

“You have to get drunk to talk to me now?”

“Jesus Tommy!” I shriek back, gripping my chest in surprise. “You scared the living shit out of me! How long have you been here?”

“Just a second,” he smirks as I shake my head and reach for the bottle
in front of me, pouring another drink. “What the hell are you doing, Callie?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you drinking all my whiskey and wearing ten layers of clothing?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the frame of the door.

Glancing down at
my jeans, t-shirt and hooded sweatshirt in embarrassment, I internally cringe at what he must be thinking of me wearing more clothing than he’s probably ever seen me in. I shrug slightly, knowing it isn’t enough, but not able to speak.

“Just a couple nights ago, I watched you get yourself off in the shower
while you called
my
name. Last night, I slept with you naked in your bed for the fourth night in a row. Today, I tell you I have feelings for you, which let’s face it, you’ve known about for years, and now you’re getting drunk at five thirty and dressed for a blizzard in the middle of June? What the fuck is wrong with you?”