Escort (The Callie Leveaux Series) (6 page)

Reaching past me for the other rocks glass resting on the
bar, he takes the bottle from my hand and pours himself a drink of his own. Resting against the counter across from me, I try to avoid noticing how his scrubs hang loosely from his chiseled waist.

“Start talking
, Callie. We’re not leaving this apartment until things are good with us again,” he says tipping the glass back and sucking the last of the brown liquor into his mouth. Reaching for the bottle, I hand it over to him and watch him refill his glass, extending mine when he offers me more. “Come on, babe. Spit it out.”

“Tommy,” I start, already exhausted from the upcoming conversation. “What do you want me to say? I can’t quit my job.”

“Bullshit. Start over.”

“Fine,
” I snap, glaring back into his eyes. “I
won’t
quit my job. Are you happy now?”

“No, but I’m glad you’re being honest. That’s a step in the right direction. Keep going, baby.”

“You deserve better than me.”

“I don’t care what you think I deserve. You’
re what I want.”

“
Why?”

“Why, what?”

“Why the hell do you want me, Tommy?”

“Because I’m in love with you,” he says bluntly, holding my eyes until I
pull them away and drain the last of my whiskey.

When I set the glass down beside me, I
keep my eyes locked on the ceiling. I can’t bring myself to look at him yet. I can feel him staring at me, waiting for the reply that we both know he deserves. Feeling the heat from the whiskey and the added layers I begin to sweat and pull my hair up and away from my neck, fanning myself.

“
Look at me,” he says, suddenly directly in front of me. Tugging on the zipper on my sweatshirt, he pulls it down in one swift movement and pulls it from my shoulders before tossing it on the floor. “Calm down. It’s not a big deal.”

“Tommy,” I say indignantly as I finally meet his eyes. “You just told me you’re in love with me. In what dysfunctional universe is that not a big deal?”

“Ours,” he chuckles, brushing my light hair away from my face. “Nothing has changed, Callie. We’re still the same people we were this morning before I left for work. I just said it out loud is all.”

“Fuck Tommy,” I whisper as I rub my palms over my face. “Why did you have to even say anything?”

“I’ve been holding this in for years, Callie,” he says quietly, trying to hold the pain back in his voice. “Why should I keep quiet about it anymore?”

“
Because I can’t be with you like that,” I shake my head in regret, ignoring my tightening chest when he turns his gaze away from me.

“
Okay, baby,” he starts, letting out an exhausted sigh. “I’ll wait.”

“
No, Tommy, you don’t get it,” I whisper, hating the words I’m about to tell him. “I can’t
ever
be with you like that.”

Implications

“Why?” he asks, the
hurt instantly visible on his perfect, bronze face.

“
I’m a
hooker
, Tommy! I fuck people for money. I may not be capable of showing it in the same way, but I
do
love you. I love you way too much to watch you waste your life waiting to spend your golden years with some washed up whore. I’m not going to let you do that.”

“Stop it!” he snaps, gripping my chin to face him. “Stop talking shit about yourself, Callie. I know what you’re doing. You’re scared and you’re try
ing to push me away, but it’s not going to work. All you’re doing is pissing me off.”

“It’s the truth! I’m sorry if that hurts you, but it is what it is. I let people do whatever they want to me
in exchange for their money, Tommy. You didn’t bust your ass through med school so you could end up with a girl who is capable of the shit I do.”

“Callie,”
he starts, but I cut him off.

“No, Tommy! You didn’t get away from your fucked up father’s abuse and three bouts in rehab so you could have a shitty life. Do you really think you’d enjoy waiting for me to come home after I’ve fucked ten different men?”

“I don’t enjoy it
now
, Callie,” he snaps at me. “Why the fuck do you think I’m asking you to quit?”

“
And why do you think I’m refusing?” I shoot back. “You’re one of the good ones. You need a wife and a baby and a house in the suburbs. You need a fucking cat that gets on your nerves and a blue Volvo with good gas mileage, Tommy. You’re not wasting the life you busted your ass for by waiting to spend it with someone like me.”

“So I don’t get a say in this at all? Is that what you’re telling me
, Cal? My feelings don’t matter to you?”

“Of course they do,” I say in a softer voice
as I place my hands on his chest, only inches in front of me. “I just want more for you, Tommy. The love you have for me? It completely taints your perception of what I am. You deserve someone who can return your feelings.”

“So, w
hat is that supposed to mean, Callie? Are you telling me you don’t feel anything for me at all? This,” he gestures between us with his hand. “This is all me? I’m just your fucking roommate? I’m nothing more than a friend to you?”

“You’re my
best
friend, Tommy. That’s what I feel for you.”

“Bullshit,” he says finally. Before I can question him, he cuts me off. “Fine, Callie. If you can look me in the eye and tell me honestly that you feel nothing for me after,
then fine. I’ll drop it.”

“After what?”

“After this,” he says and in the next second, his lips are on mine.

Gripping me at the base of my neck, he kisses me with so much passion, so much
raw emotion I can feel it rolling from his lips to mine. As he pushes his tongue into my mouth, I can’t stop the whimper that leaves me, fueling his already insatiable hunger for me.

Using his hips, he pushes me against the counter behind us
with a loud thud that I barely hear. The force behind his lips causes me to grip the counter behind us for support. I’ve kissed much more than my share of men, Tommy included, but I’ve
never
been kissed like this. His taste mixed with the sweet burn of the Jameson’s fills my senses in a way I’ve never experienced.

My head is spinning and my heart feels like it’s pounding out of my chest.
I’m trying desperately not to give in to everything I’m feeling, but finding it more impossible as each second passes by. Every second of his consumption steals me from myself in ways I never thought possible. Sensing my hesitation, he pulls away only for a second.

“Kiss me back, Callie,” he grounds out huskily
as he stares into my eyes before taking my mouth again.

Dipping his tongue into my
mouth and stroking mine, the last shred of my sanity leaves me and I can’t fight it anymore.

Gripping him at his sides, I feel the soft cotton of his black scrubs beneath my fingers as they bunch into my small fists. I begin returning his kiss with the same force, loving the feel of his hum against my mouth as he tastes my surrender.

He rolls his hips into mine, sending a sharp jolt of excitement to my core and causing me to moan loudly into his mouth. Pulling my lip between his teeth, he slightly pulls away from me, causing me to open my eyes to find him staring back down at me. Running his tongue over the afflicted spot gently, he keeps his gaze on me.

“Are you still going to tell me we’re just friends, Cal?
Are you seriously going to tell me that you don’t feel anything?”

Knowing I wouldn’t lie even if I wanted to, but still too breathless and afraid to speak, I slowly shake my head. The spark in his eyes is undeniable as he crashes his lips against mine in victory, pulling me by the waist of my jeans so that we’re flush against each other.

“I want you, Callie,” he husks.

“Tommy…” I try.

“Tell me you want me,” he growls against my mouth before tracing my lower lips with his tongue again.  “Give yourself to me, Callie. Tell me you want me, baby.”

“Yes!
” is the best I can manage.

Pushing away from me just long enough to pull his shirt over his head, he never releases my eyes. Reaching for my shirt, he pulls it over my head and goes to work on my jeans.

“Take your bra off,” he orders and in seconds, it’s on the floor with the rest of our clothes. Reaching for the waistband of his scrubs, his eyes dance over my body as I greedily take him in. “Did you fuck anyone after your appointment?”

“No,
” I rasp out, shaking my head immediately.

“Good girl,” he rasps as he kicks the bottom of his scrubs and immediately lifting me by the thighs and sitting me on the counter behind me. “Spread your legs.”

Bending at the waist in front of me, he immediately buries his face into my pussy, lapping my juices greedily. He holds my legs apart with his shoulders, moving his ink clad forearms beneath my thighs and gripping me there roughly as he sends me sailing almost instantly.

“Fuck, Tommy!” I manage as I feel his tongue suck greedily on my clit,
working me over with his mouth and causing the barbell in my hood to massage me in just the right places.

“Come in my mouth, Callie. I want to taste your come on my lips wh
en I take you.”

The desire in his words is my undoing and in seconds, I’m giving him exactly what he wants.

Once he’s licked me clean, he pulls my legs down to the edge of the counter and pushes into me, filling me instantly. His lips hover in front of mine so closely I can taste my arousal on his hot breath. I gasp at his size as he savors the feel of me around his shaft, loving the feel of the slight pain that comes with my lips stretching to accommodate him.

As he begins to thrust in and out of me, he begins sucking and biting my nipples, first my right and then the left. Raising his head, he keeps his gaze locked on my eyes.

“Kiss me again, Callie,” he whispers against my mouth as I feel my eyes grow heavy with all consuming arousal to match his. As he holds my stare, I kiss him deeply while he continues plowing into me.

He watches me, keeps his blue
eyes on mine as he pushes deeper inside me, running his tongue against mine. The gesture is so intimate I have trouble not closing my eyes to fight against it.

My hands move up his chest, worshiping the sculpted cuts along the way, until they come to a stop on his large biceps.

“Callie, I love you,” he whispers against my lips before dipping his tongue back inside my mouth, groaning as he feels my walls beginning to clench around his thick shaft.

“
I love you, too, Tommy,” I moan against his mouth before he kisses me with enough force to have my head hitting the cabinet behind me with a gentle thud.

As I begin to pulse
around him, I feel him emptying inside me with a low growl while he squeezes my thighs tightly.  His hot, heavy breaths on my neck match my pulse rate as he comes to a slow stop. The feel of him pulsing inside me is addicting, natural in ways I can’t describe and I remain lost in him, hazy.

“You’re
mine now, baby,” he whispers against my skin.

It’s not until
I hear his words as he begins running his lips from my shoulder to my neck that I come to terms with the full weight of what we’ve done.

How could I have let this happen?

Slowly, Tommy lowers his head, dipping his head to taste my collar bone as he rubs his palms over my still tender, heavy breasts. Eventually, he makes his way back up my neck and although I’m not ready to face him, I can feel him staring at me, waiting.

God, I can’t believe we
’ve been so stupid, so careless
.

“Tommy?” I say in a low voice, trying to keep my voice from cracking.

“Hmm?” he hums against my lips, still waiting for my eyes to find his.

Using his shoulders as leverage, I slide off the counter and move past him
silently.

“Where are you going?”

“I need to take a shower,” I manage without turning to take in his expression.

“Callie?” he calls after me, but
it only causes my feet to move faster.

“I’ll be out in a minute,” I call back over my shoulder, fighting the tears that are welling up in my eyes as I shut the bathroom door behind me.

“Callie,” he says from beyond the door, his deep voice nearly drowned out by the sound of the water spilling into the base of the tub. When I don’t answer him for a solid minute, he speaks again. “Baby, I’m coming in.”

As quickly as I can, I step into the shower and pull the curtain completely shut. For once, I’m grateful for the way the black fabric hides me from him.

“What are you doing, Callie?” he says from the other side of the curtain.

“I’m taking a shower,” I say, struggling to hide the fear and sadness in my voice.

We’ve totally just fucked everything up
.

“No, you’re hiding
from me.”

Oh my God
.

“Tommy, I always take a shower after. You know that.”

“I’m not one of your fucking clients, Callie,” he says in an irritated tone as he pulls the curtain open, forcing me to face him. “Talk to me.”

“I don’t know what to say, Tommy,” I admit in a low voice, le
tting out a small shiver when his body brushes against mine as he steps in behind me and pulls the curtain shut.

“Well,
you can start by telling me how you’re feeling about this instead of hiding in the fucking shower.”

“How am I feeling? Honestly?”
I turn to face him and he nods. “Honestly, Tommy, I’m feeling pretty pissed off right now.”

“What? Why are you pissed
off?”

“We
’ve just fucked everything up!” I throw my hands up in frustration, taking the shampoo from his hand and squeezing it into my palm before handing it back to him and working it into my scalp.

“How did we fuck everything up?” he pulls the
loofah from the hook behind me and after applying body wash, begins scrubbing his skin clean.

“That should have never happened, Tommy!”

“Are you fucking serious, Callie? You’re constantly telling me to fuck you, I finally do and now you’re mad?”

“That was different!”

“Why was it different, Callie? Because I finally said it out loud? Because I made you face your feelings?”

“Yes!” I shout back. “Yes, Tommy! Are you happy?”

“Yeah,” he smirks in victory. “I’d be happier if you weren’t screaming at me, but I’ll take what I can get.”

“Ugh!” I growl, rinsing the last of the conditioner from my hair. “You’re such a dick, Tommy.”

“Why am I a dick for telling you how I feel
about you?”

“Because it complicates everything,” I tell him as I shut the water off and step out, putting my hair up in a towel on top of my head before leaving the bathroom in a huff.

“What does it complicate? So you quit your job?” he starts as he secures a towel around his waist. “Big fucking deal, you’ve got money in the bank and I’ll cover the bills.”

Shocked for reasons I’ll never understand, I spin on my heels and face him angrily.

“I’m not quitting my job, Tommy!”

“Yes you are, Callie! You said you would!”

“Bullshit! When did I say that?”

“It was kind of implied!”

“No! It wasn’t, Tommy!” I shout back as I toss my clothing on the bed in frustration. “This is exactly what I
didn’t
want to happen.”

“Really, Cal?
Because I’m absolutely loving this,” he says sarcastically.

Pulling a wife beater and a pair of black boy shorts on, I’m about to respond with a snarky remark when
the sounds of ‘Closer’ by Nine Inch Nails fill my bedroom. I glance over to where my work cell is sounding off from my bedside table. Tommy’s eyes meet mine and in them, I can see a combination of anxiety and challenge. As I pick it up, he moves to stand in front of me.