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cakesunflower · 6 years ago

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Sugar Coated Pain [Boxer!Calum AU] Ch. 16

special thank you to @gotta-try-something-new for reading this over for me! i appreciate it a lot!!

Chapter 16

A GROAN SOUNDED from behind Noelle. “Alright, now you’re just teasing me on purpose.”

Grinning, a blush spreading across Noelle’s cheeks as she straightened to stand properly, turning around to catch sight of Calum standing right behind her. She saw the appreciative look in his eyes before his lips tilted into a smirk, and she clicked her tongue at him while crossing her arms. “You’re not allowed behind the counter if you don’t work here,” Noelle retorted, eyeing where he stood.

She stayed in her spot as Calum raised an unimpressed eyebrow, taking the two steps towards her in the limited space until he was towering over her smaller frame, tattooed hands gripping her hips to pull her towards him. Noelle let him without argument, looking up at the Australian as Calum mused in a low voice, “What if I’ve got an in with one of the owners?”

Noelle knew it was unprofessional of her to cozying up to Calum behind the counter during business hours, but his touch over her clothes was burning into her skin and, really, she could never think straight with him so close to her. After weeks of only seeing him as someone standoffish and only getting physical when it came to violence, Noelle reveled happily in Calum being flirtatious and getting his hands on her in any way he could. It was such a good fucking change.

Before Noelle could say anything, tease Calum that just because he called her my girl three nights ago didn’t mean he could hop over the counter, Calum’s smirk widened into a shit-eating grin as he continued his statement, “She’s dating my best mate, so I don’t think she’ll mind.”

It took a second for his words to register in Noelle’s mind as she blinked up at him in mild bewilderment, and when she noticed the mirth in his eyes and the words referring to Beverly instead of her clicked in her mind, Noelle let out an affronted scoff as she stepped back with a dismissing swat to his chest. Calum let out a laugh as she tried to move away, his grip on her hips keeping her in place as she playfully glared at him.

“Get out of here,” she declared with a shake of her head, though she made no other move to push him back or get away herself.

“You know I’m kidding, babe,” Calum laughed and Noelle pondered if her heart would ever stop doing a flip at Calum referring to her by cute pet names that melted her from the inside. “’M here to see you before I go to work. Brought you coffee—cream and sugar, right?”

It was then when Noelle noticed the plastic coffee cups from Dunkin Donuts resting on the counter—she’d mentioned it a few nights ago how she preferred their coffee over Starbucks—and the smile was back on her face in full force as she looked back at Calum. “I thought you had a reputation to maintain of not being a romantic?” she hummed, arms wrapping around his waist as she tilted her head back to look up at him. “You’re just destroying it yourself, you know.”

Calum smirked, lowering his head as he bumped his nose with hers. “Ask me if I give a shit, doll,” he rasped before slanting his lips over hers.

Noelle couldn’t help the giggle as she kissed him back, muffled by Calum’s lips. Pushing herself up on her toes, Noelle wrapped her arms around his neck to keep him close, tasting a mix of his minty toothpaste and the bitter coffee he’d been drinking, not too surprised she liked the combination. It was a taste of Calum—of course she liked it.

When Calum tried to deepen the kiss, Noelle reluctantly pulled away, putting herself back on her feet as Calum groaned at the loss, and she let out a laugh as he opened his eyes. “Sorry, babe,” she smiled, heart skipping as she used the term. Her right hand slid around so her thumb could brush along his soft lips, lightly wiping away the lipstick that made his mouth seem pinker. “Not here.”

Calum let out a long sigh, arms going around her shoulders and hands linking before he quirked an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Then how about tonight?”

Noelle fought her grin from widening, heart thumping as she was momentarily reminded of Calum’s promise of having every intention of finishing what he’d started a few nights ago. “I would, but I’ve got plans with Camille,” she told him, looking up at him as her fingers lightly trailed up and down his back. “You free tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I finish training around seven,” Calum answered, catching sight of someone approaching from his peripheral before pulling away from Noelle. “You’ve a customer.”

Noelle stepped around him towards the register and Calum sat on the stool to her right, watching as she pleasantly greeted the middle aged woman while ringing her up. Calum noticed the smile on her face was ever present, genuine as she and the customer engaged in small talk as Noelle scanned the five books and a packet of bookmarks. He sat, hands clasped in the space between his thighs as his gaze remained on her and listened to her sweet voice speak, felt his lips tugging at the sound of her laugh.

It was alarming, how much he liked her. It happened in a matter of days, didn't it? How his initial indifference—maybe annoyance but that just rightfully made him feel like an ass��had so easily transformed into not being able to keep his eyes and hands off her, or keep from adoring the sound of her laugh. Calum was aware that at first his growing feelings for Noelle were a lot too quickly, but just as fast as his feelings developed, he’d accepted them. Why try to win a fight he knew he’d lose? And while Calum hated losing, he didn’t mind this time.

“So who’re you up against in your next match?” Noelle’s voice pulled Calum out of his musings, prompting him to look at her facing him once more, leaning against the counter as she picked up the coffee he bought for her.

“Arnie Lance,” Calum answered, knowing the name meant nothing to Noelle. “Decent fighter, should be fun.”

Noelle chuckled before having to turn around to tend to another customer. Calum then pulled out his phone to check the time, realizing he’d be late to work if he didn’t leave now. So he stood up and came up behind Noelle just as she bid the customer goodbye, reaching for his own coffee as he pressed his lips to her temple. “I’ll talk to you later, yeah? Have fun tonight,” he murmured, squeezing her hip with his free hand.

She hummed, his soft gestures leaving her breathless as her eyes followed Calum walk around the counter and towards the door, all straight back and broad shoulders as she enjoyed his lingering scent for a moment. Noelle watched as Calum opened the door, her smile reappearing when he looked at her over his shoulder and threw her a quick grin, and the giddy feeling bubbling in her stomach stayed long after Calum was gone.

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Noelle hadn’t expected her night to go slightly downhill after having dinner with Camille and a few of their other friends. She’d been having fun; at home she got ready before bidding goodbye to Andrea, who was off to a summer camp in New Jersey for the next month, before stuffing herself silly with some hibachi and enjoying the company of Camille, Sera, and Tanya especially since she hadn’t seen the latter two for a while. They’d gotten dressed up, gotten dinner and then dessert at a nearby Cheesecake Factory before going to DUMBO in Brooklyn to take pictures in front of the water and Brooklyn Bridge. And it had been fun; Noelle was having a blast, laughing and snapping picture after picture until it was nearing eleven o’clock and they decided to head home because it was a weekday, after all.

But it wasn’t until after Sera and Tanya bid goodbye to walk to where they found parking for Sera’s car and the other two were headed to where Noelle parked hers that things took a turn. Her car was in a back road behind a building full of restaurants, and just as she and Camille approached it, one of the back doors of the building opened and out stepped a guy Noelle had only seen once but had made enough of an impression to allow her to forget him so easily.

“Ah, Hood’s girl, aren’t ya?” Milner mused knowingly once his eyes landed on her, slowing his walk down just as Noelle did, her hand lightly grasping Camille’s wrist to keep her from walking. Noelle took in a breath, wondering why this shit kept happening to her. “Can’t say I mind running into you. Or your friend.”

When his eyes trailed appreciatively over both girls, Noelle and Camille’s faces scrunched in distaste, exchanging glances of exasperation. There weren’t many people around at the narrow street they were on, the only lights being the ones filtering out of the ground floor windows of the buildings they were in between, and Noelle hoped someone would walk by or out if things got. . . Difficult.

“Good for you,” Noelle responded before using her grip on Camille to usher her towards the street so she could walk around to the passenger side of her parked car. Camille shot her a silent questioning look as she went, wondering who the hell this guy was. “Unfortunately, we gotta go.”

Her heart thumped when she tried to reach the door, keys in her hand but stopping short when Milner smoothly got in her way. “What’s the rush?” he tilted his head, voice cool as his left hand pressed against the window of her door. Noelle could see Camille’s eyes widening, the sixth sense women seem to have alerting them of threat seemingly going off for both of them. “I just wanna chat.”

Noelle’s jaw clenched, body rigid in alert as she shot back, “About Calum?”

A grin stretched across Milner’s thin lips, though the sight of it didn’t nothing to rid of the unease Noelle was feeling around him. In all of Brooklyn—in all of New York—why did she have to be in the same place as this guy? Milner lifted his chin slightly as he regarded her. “Smart girl.”

“Smart enough to know to stay away from you,” Noelle sharply responded as she grabbed the car door handle and tried to open it despite his hand still on her window. “Get your hands off my car.”

When she tried to open her door, a startled gasp escaped Noelle as Milner’s free hand shot out to grab her wrist, his grip not even in the same neighborhood as gentle. Her jaw loosened in pain at Milner’s tight grasp, his large hand wrapping around her wrist and squeezing it and she genuinely feared that he would snap her bones. Camille, from the other side of the car, let out a protesting exclamation of her own as she noticed Noelle grimace.

“You got somewhere to be?” Milner questioned in a steady voice, but Noelle could pick up the controlled anger behind it. This was crazy—what the hell was he angry for? Just because he’d seen her with Calum, didn’t mean he could get in her face and nearly break her damn wrist. She watched with wide eyes as a mocking knowing look dawned on Milner’s face as he nodded slowly. “Oh, right, probably off to see Hood, aren’t ya?”

Noelle clenched her jaw as he gave a squeeze to her wrist, trying with all her might not to show the pain or fear he was successfully instilling while her heart pounded in a way she hadn’t felt in years. It was thundering against her ribcage, provoked by the same kind of fear she had felt once more when she was in the hospital, waiting to find out the fate of her father and sister. This time, Noelle’s dry mouth and hammering heart were in honest-to-God terror of her wrist snapping because this man in front of her was angry and he was an actual fighter, and Noelle would be flat out lying if she didn’t feel even the slightest bit fearful of her life right now.

She didn’t get to respond to Milner, to frozen in shock and pain, but he continued along in a dark tone that had her nerves standing on edge. “When you see him, tell him I’ll be waiting for our match.” Noelle’s eyes are glued on his, knowing that he can probably see the alarm in them but she somehow maintains their gaze, looks into his dark eyes that weren’t nearly as comforting and lovely as Calum’s were. She knows he’s aware he’s freaking her out because his lips curl into a near sadistic smirk, as if he was getting off on instilling these kinds of feelings in her. When he leaned closer, Noelle instinctively moved back, wincing at his grip. “And this time, he’s gonna be the one crawling out of the ring with broken bones.”

Noelle felt her body freeze at his words, the pain in her wrist pushed to the side as she saw the dangerously serious look in Milner’s eyes. He wasn’t joking, not in the least, his threat against Calum successfully planting and growing a seed of justified terror. It wasn’t just a threat—it was a promise of revenge.

And when Milner shoved her hand away with a force that caused Noelle to stumble, her hip hitting the car, she felt her heart in her throat as he literally smirked in satisfaction. What kind of low-life man enjoyed hurting a woman? She glared after Milner, which didn’t faze him in the slightest as his warning eyes went from her to Camille before he turned around and walked off, tall and proud for just intimidating two alone women.

It wasn’t until he disappeared down the block, moving out of sight around the corner that Noelle released a long shuddering breath as she pressed herself against her car, her left hand coming up to lightly brush along her right wrist where the dull ache of Milner’s hand still remained.

Noelle’s heart was hammering so loudly in her ears that she didn’t even hear Camille’s hurried footsteps until her best friend was right in front of her, blue eyes widened in fright. “Holy fuck, Noelle, are you okay?” she hastily asked, casting her gaze down to Noelle’s hand. And then she gasped, cursing softly, “Shit, how hard did he grab you?”

A bewildered, disbelieving daze had fallen upon Noelle as her mind tried to process what had just happened, blinking down at her wrist in mild confusion as she also tried to make sense of Camille’s words. Her unplanned confrontation with Milner had Noelle’s thought process become blanketed in a layer of numb discombobulation, a shocked ringing in her ears as if she’d been hit in the head a bunch of times. Only it was her wrist that was in pain.

So she followed Camille’s slightly horrified gaze, her reaction slow, until her eyes landed on her wrist. The glow of the streetlamp above them showed the barely there marks that were reddening on her skin. Noelle bruised like a peach, so the near instant appearance of the bruises-in-the-making wasn’t a surprise—though, it did take a moment for her mind to catch up with the fact that these were signs of someone practically manhandling her. Signs of Milner searing her skin without her consent.

“Noelle, hey.” Camille snapped her out of her thoughts, causing Noelle to finally look at her worried best friend. “Who the hell was that? Does he know Calum? Are you okay?”

Her last question was stressed, ducking her head slightly so her eyes met Noelle’s determinedly. “I’m fine,” Noelle responded slowly, almost unsurely because if she was being honest—she wasn’t fine. She was shaken from Milner’s words and actions, eyes dropping to her wrist as she noticed the imprint of his hand angrily standing out against her skin. Heart still pounding, Noelle let out a deep breath as she stammered, “We should go home.”

Camille kept her gaze on Noelle, the concern swimming in her bright blue eyes because she was still reeling from what had just happened, too, and had so many questions that she doesn’t think Noelle could answer right now. “Okay,” Camille said instead. “Do you want me to drive?”

“No,” Noelle shook her head, throat working as she swallowed inaudibly. She clutched her keys in her palm, the metal biting into her skin as she told her heart to calm the fuck down. Milner was gone by now, so why did her insides feel like they were shriveling up and her heart wasn’t slowing down? “I—I’ll drive. Let’s go.”

The car ride was silent other than the radio playing the top hits, the music only serving the purpose to fill the gap Camille may use to ask questions. As Noelle drove, each ray of light from the buildings or streetlamps they drove by washed over her wrist, her attention constantly being drawn to the reddening marks where the muscle still ached with a dull throb.

When Noelle pulled up in front of Camille’s house, the blue eyed girl didn’t move as she asked, “Are you gonna tell me what that was about? I’m kinda freaking out over here, Elle.”

Noelle squeezed her eyes shut and clenched the steering wheel, releasing a deep breath as she found her voice. “Not tonight, Cami.” She met her friend’s disapproving stare. “I’ll tell you later, I just—I wanna go home.”

There was only one person Noelle wanted to talk about this with, and she wasn’t sure how she should go about telling him.

So when Camille finally, reluctantly, got out of the car and bid goodnight, Noelle drove off to her house, trying her best to obey the speed laws but wanting to get home quickly. Noelle’s ears were ringing as she stepped inside, absently greeting her mother who was sitting on the couch watching TV, drinking a cup of coffee as she was dressed to go to work at this time of night.

Noelle didn’t care where Beverly was, probably at Ashton’s or something, as she headed straight for her room, lungs burning for a breath she didn’t inhale until the door was shut behind her.

The last thing she wanted to do was call Calum, to bother him by informing him of what happened, but she knew she had to. There was obviously some serious bad blood between him and Milner, and she knew Calum would be pissed if she kept this from him. So she pulled out her phone, holding it in her right hand which wouldn’t stop shaking and the sight of the marks on her wrist, even redder because all of the blood that was gathering under the skin, frustrated her so she switched her phone to her left hand.

Sitting on the edge of the bed as the line trilled, Noelle’s knee bounced uncontrollably, her breath catching in her throat when the line picked up and Calum’s voice sounded through the speaker. “Hey, you done already?”

Noelle pressed her lips together, the sound of his accented voice succeeding in what she couldn’t by calming her erratic heart at least somewhat. “Yeah,” she breathed out, clearing her throat when it got caught. “We—I, uh, just got home.”

She could hear how unsteady her voice was, so she shouldn’t have been shocked when Calum’s immediate response was, “Noelle, what’s wrong?”

Glancing down at her wrist, Noelle tried to turn her hand over and, shit, she hated herself when she felt her eyes burning with tears she wasn’t aware she had been holding back. The bruises on her skin hurt, yeah, but not enough to draw tears—but she knew she wasn’t crying because of the pain. She’d been scared, intimidated by Milner’s presence and words and grip and even if she was in the comfort of her own bedroom, the fear that had balled up in her throat was finally taking over and she let out a choked breath. “I saw Milner.”

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Calum was seeing red.

Fire had sparked in his blood the second Noelle told him she’d run into Milner, intensifying with rage when she told him what he said, what he did. By the time Calum picked up on the shallow breathing and sniffles from Noelle’s end, an obvious indicator that she was crying, all bets were off and Calum had snatched up his keys and slammed his apartment door shut, heading to the one place he knew Milner would be.

The short drive to Astros only served to let Calum’s bubbling anger grow, palms stinging from his death grip on the steering wheel and jaw beginning to ache from how tightly he was clenching it. It was all he could do to control his rage, to not let his utterly pissed off mood make him run over a pedestrian or crash into another car. But he couldn’t help it—he was furious that Milner had the audacity to talk to Noelle, to fucking touch her without her consent and threaten her as a way to get to Calum. And he, for one, was not going to let that fucking go.

So when he arrived to Astros and allowed a sliver of patience to park his car in the only available tight spot, Calum threw open the doors to Astros, not even acknowledging how the heavy doors slammed against the wall or the looks he was receiving from the handful of people there, his entrance overpowering their training session and the music playing. But as soon as their eyes landed on him, landed on the unfiltered dangerous aura he was radiating and the wrathful scowl twisting his features, they all knew not to get in a very pissed of Calum Hood’s way.

“Where’s Milner?” he demanded as he took a few steps inside the building, not catching sight of his victim amongst the men there. But when no one responded, only continued to throw wary glances his way, Calum’s already thinning patience snapped as he clenched his fists and roared, “Where is he?!”

His voice bounced off the walls and deafened the music, shoulders shaking as his blunt nails dug into his palm as he waited for an answer. Finally, one of the men Calum didn’t recognize nor cared for answered, “He’s taking a smoking break out back.”

Calum didn’t need to be told twice. His movements were sharp as he stormed across the building, narrowed eyes only having tunnel vision as his gaze locked on the door leading towards the back alley where he often took his own smoking break. The door rattled on its hinges as Calum pushed it open and stepped out into the alley, gaze immediately landing on the dickhead he was on the hunt for.

The banging of the door caught Milner’s attention, leaned against the wall and a half finished cigarette between his fingers as he raised an eyebrow at Calum. The smell of trash and nicotine was overpowered by the blood boiling in Calum’s veins, by the echoing sounds of Noelle’s hesitant tears in his ears as Calum made his way to Milner without a moment’s pause, not letting him register what was happening as Calum drew his fist back as he neared him, and let it fly forward so his knuckles and rings came in contact with the bone of Milner’s jaw.

The anger and adrenaline were taking over every part of Calum’s being, not allowing him to register the sting in his fingers because fighting with rings was not a good idea but he couldn’t give a single fuck. Milner stumbled with a grunt, cigarette dropping to the ground as his back slammed against the wall and Calum didn’t give him any time to prepare as his hands fisted the front of his shirt to hold him up before letting his left hand go to deliver a second punch to Milner’s jaw, this time letting him fall right to the ground.

“The fuck did I tell you about staying away from her?” Calum snarled, accented voice thick with vengeance as Milner struggled to his feet, a glare of his own on his features. As Calum stalked near him in the wide alley, he added, “I’m gonna break your fucking hands for putting them on her.”

He watched as Milner spat the crimson liquid on the ground as he stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as his gaze met Calum’s. “Just wanted to send you a little message, Hood,” he shrugged, lips curling into a smirk that showed off his blood stained teeth. “No harm in that.”

Calum’s body was on fire from the rage fueling him. He wasn’t one who took threats and throws against his family and friends lightly, and when one of the people who he couldn’t stand blatantly got in the face and bruised his girl? Calum was blind to everything except the unadulterated fury he was keen on letting out on Milner.

“You wanna send me a message? Face me like a man,” Calum growled. “Don’t even think about going near her.”

Milner’s smirk turned mocking. “Unfair that you get to keep that little tight piece for yourself.”

Calum’s jaw locked. He wouldn’t be surprised if he left with his fingers broken from ring impacted punches.

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The dishwasher clicked shut after Noelle put in her dirty plate, having just eaten a slice of the chocolate cake Beverly had gotten for kicks the last time she went grocery shopping. It was nearing midnight and Noelle was alone at the house, her mom having just left to go to work and Beverly spending the night once more at Ashton’s. Noelle didn’t mind being alone. Sure, she was still a bit shaken from what happened earlier with Milner, the forming bruises on her skin a reminder, but she’d rather not explain anything to her family when she could just sit by herself.

She had told Calum what happened, down to the last word Milner said and the grip he had on her. Noelle could still recall the shivers that ran down her spine at Calum’s darkened tone after hearing what she had to say, promising that he’d see her later before hanging up. She knew Calum probably went to see Milner. She knew, from what she knows of Calum and what she’d seen of Milner, that things had the high potential of turning ugly. But all she could do was sit in her house and let her knee bounce with worry and teeth nibble on her nails as she wondered what was going on right now.

Distracting herself by eating cake and trying to watch her show wasn’t working out too well, and Noelle had to stop herself multiple times from reaching for her phone and texting Calum to check in. But they’d only, officially, gotten together just a few days ago. She didn’t want to seem annoying, but she couldn’t help but stew in her anxiousness.

It was fifteen minutes past midnight when the doorbell ringing had her jumping where she sat on the couch, her heart hammering for some reason as she paused the TV and got up, hurriedly making her way over to the front door. Noelle didn’t even pause to ask who was on the other side, which would’ve been smart since it was past midnight, instead unlocked the door and swung it open. Her heart was suddenly in her throat when she registered the sight in front of her.

“Told you I’d see you later,” Calum grinned lazily.

But it wasn’t his presence or smile that had Noelle’s stomach lurching. It was the fact that he had to lean against the doorframe to keep himself up, the cut across his right cheekbone where blood was gathered and staining his skin, and the way his hands—the knuckles angrily red and blotchy—were clutching his left side. The breath stilled in Noelle’s lungs as her eyes trailed over every wrinkle in his shirt, the tousle of his mild curls, and most importantly the blood sticking to his beautiful golden skin.

“Calum,” Noelle breathed out, her grip on the doorknob tightening as she felt her heart beginning to pick up its pace. “Oh, my God—w-what happened?”

She knew what happened, of course she did. But that didn’t stop her from asking as she quickly muttered a quiet come here before gently taking his right arm and placing it around her shoulders to help him inside. Noelle was used to carrying Andrea’s weight so even though Calum was significantly heavier than her, she didn’t find it too difficult to hold him up. She didn’t care if his weight was crushing her—he was hurt and the only thing on Noelle’s mind was trying to find a way to make him feel better.

“I’m fine, love,” Calum reassured, though the slight strain in his voice told her a different story once the door was shut and she was helping Calum further into the house. “Nothin’ that’s never happened before. Just need t’sit down.”

Noelle’s own breathing was growing shallow from the worry twisting her stomach, the tips of her left fingers grazing Calum’s hand that was still holding his side. “You’re bleeding and practically limping, Cal. You’re not fine.”

She had so many questions about what went down, how he managed to get here from wherever he was in the state he was in. Seeing Calum in fights at Astros was one thing, but this was completely different. This wasn’t a scheduled match, he hadn’t won money off of it, and while she’s seen him battered and bruised, she’s never seen him unable to completely support his own weight. He wasn’t dragging his feet nor was he falling over, but it was obvious his side was hurt, hindering him from walking properly.

He didn’t say anything in regards to her words, instead opting to respond with, “Can we go to your room?”

Noelle bit her lip as she casted a glance towards the stairs before looking up at Calum. The muscle in his jaw was jumping, the tension in his neck obvious and Adam’s apple bobbing. “Can you make it up the stairs?”

Calum nodded, curls falling across his forehead as he straightened. She saw him squeeze his eyes shut for a brief moment as he put more pressure from his hand to his side, inhaling sharply through his teeth before he took the first step towards the stairs, Noelle instantly walking along with him.

Getting up the stairs wasn’t as much of a struggle as she had worried, Calum’s boots thudding heavily on the steps as he let go of his side to use the railing for additional support just in case. Noelle could hear him breathing through his nose, her heart twisting at the thought of this being even the slightest bit of struggle for him. Calum was always so quick, so effortless in his movements. She’d be lying if she said having to help him up the stairs wasn’t causing a dull ache in her chest.

He got hurt because of her. She knew it may be irrational for her to take all the blame because it was Milner that did this, and while Noelle hoped Calum sent him worse off, she still hated seeing him in this state.

“We should clean you up,” Noelle murmured once they reached the top of the stairs, making their way down the hall. “Let’s go to the bathroom, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” Calum breathed raspily, allowing Noelle to take them to the bathroom across the hall from her bedroom.

Once inside, Noelle had Calum sit on the closed toilet seat, hearing him grunt as he leaned back and tilted his face upwards, eyes closing with a slight furrow in his brows. Under the bright lights, she saw the blood already drying on the long cut, and despite the presence of the crimson liquid she could see that the wound wasn’t that deep, thankfully, just long in length.

Since her mother was a doctor, there were First Aid kits in every room of the house, so Noelle pulled it out of the cabinet under the sink and made sure there were bandages and antiseptic cream to be used before pulling out a clean rag from the cabinet by the shower.

“I’m gonna clean the cut, Cal,” she informed him softly as she crouched in front of the dark eyed man, looking up at him from her position as she rested her hands on his knees. “That okay?”

He nodded, opening his eyes as he gave her a small half smile. He look as tired as Noelle expected, just silent as his dark eyes watched her, breathing calmly as Noelle stood up to bring the First Aid kit over. She didn’t want him to stand, even if she needed him to be near the sink to clean the wound. So instead Noelle found a small plastic container and filled it with cool water and soap before also bring those over, a soft yet already washcloth in hand, and putting it on the thick rim of the bathtub next to them.

Noelle would have to crouch over him, she knew, because of his seated position but as if Calum had been reading her mind, he looked up at her and said, “It’ll be easier if you sit on my lap, sweetheart.”

Her eyes flickered to meet his, widening slightly with worry as she glanced at his left side that he had been holding. “But your si—”

“‘S okay, Ellie.” The softness in his voice had her breath faltering, accompanied by that same small smile tilting at the corners of his lips. She couldn’t believe how handsome, so effortlessly gorgeous he looked in this moment, even though he was hurt. “Trust me, I’ve been worse.”

As if that’s supposed to make me feel better. When she hesitated, Calum pushed himself up against the toilet a bit more, not even wincing as he did so even though a sharp pain spread from side, courtesy of the kick Milner had delivered. No broken bones, Calum knew, but still hurt like a bitch. He patted his jeans covered thighs. “Sit.”

She pressed her lips together, wondering if it was the appropriate time to feel her heart hammer in her chest as she moved forward and spread her legs just enough before carefully settling down on Calum’s lap. Noelle straddled him, the material of his jeans rough against her own bare thighs thanks to the night shorts she wore, her lack of underwear and the material of the shorts too thin for her to not feel the jeans against her pathetically clothed center.

Fucking hell, not right now, she scolded herself, but her thoughts were hard to control when she felt Calum loosely grip her hips, Noelle’s gaze flickering down to his hands. Shit, she loved the bracelets and rings he wore on his tattooed wrists and fingers, but she also made a mental note to get him ice for the bruises on his knuckles.

With a dry mouth, Noelle finally looked back at Calum, feeling her breath catch at his dark eyes instantly meeting her hazel ones. Once again, it was like he was staring into her soul as Noelle brought up the damp rag in her right hand, left hand surprisingly steady as she brought it up to allow her fingers to cup his stubbly chin. It tickled her fingers as she tilted his head to the side, watching as Calum looked off to the side without a choice as she began gently cleaning the blood under the wound.

“What happened?” she asked again, her voice soft and quiet as if to not disturb the silence of the house and the one that comfortably existed between them.

The white rag was pickening with Calum’s blood as he let out a sharp breath through his nose. “Fucker pulled out a blade on me,” he responded, the exasperation and underlying anger clear in his tone. “I knocked it out before he could swing it again.”

Noelle swallowed inaudibly as her brows twitched into a frown, and while she was glad Calum had gotten rid of the blade before anymore damage could be done, she also wished he’d never gotten this cut in the first place. She wished none of this ever happened. When she efficiently got rid of the blood on his skin, Noelle let out a shaky breath while turning Calum’s head to face her again, mumbling, “I’m sorry this happened.”

Calum pulled together, not liking the guilt he could hear in her voice. He knew she knew this wasn’t her fault, that his confrontation with Milner wouldn’t happened for one reason or another, but he did hate that it occurred because Noelle was thrown in the middle of it. He would’ve happily kicked Milner’s ass whenever he felt like, but Noelle getting involved stirred a painful discomfort in Calum’s stomach he needed to ease.

When her right hand reached to the tub to drop the rag into the soapy water container to let it soak, his eyes followed the movement before his left hand gently grabbed her fingers. Calum brought her hand over, the familiar angry fire lighting in his chest as his eyes landed on the hint of the bluish-purple bruises around her wrist. They weren’t that prominent, but against her pale skin they were obvious and Calum felt the urge to kick Milner in the gut with a new intensity.

If anyone should be feeling any guilt, it was Calum. It was his past with Milner and his present with Noelle that made her a target, and while he couldn’t have known Milner and Noelle would run into each other tonight, Calum still felt a sense of failure on his part in being unable to keep her away from him.

“I’d do it again,” Calum told her truthfully, pushing aside the anger for Milner and replacing it with honest reassurance for Noelle, fingers of his other hand brushing along her wrist as his jaw clenched momentarily. Meeting her eyes once again, Calum promised, “And I’d have no regrets.”

The firm earnesty in his voice had Noelle taking in a breath, thinking this was so much happening so fast but then realizing that if Calum’s liked her for even half as long as she’s liked him, it didn’t matter. It’s been over a month since they left and developing feelings for him came just as fast. But Noelle still felt her heart leaping at the fact that Calum liked her just as much as she liked him—which was a crazy, head spinning and beautifully overwhelming amount.

So she smiled that soft smile Calum adored, hinting at her dimples but not showing them as she lightly jested, “That’s pretty romantic,” as she picked up the washcloth and squeezed out the excess water.

A breathy, silent laugh escaped Calum, feeling the tension lift from his shoulders as Noelle brought the wet washcloth up to his face. “Hold still,” she instructed before, with a feather light touch, dabbing the cut.

Calum didn’t even flinch at the sting of anything touching the cut, still fresh as his brown eyes remained on Noelle. Her gaze was focused on what she was doing, but her cheeks were heating up under the weight of Calum’s eyes on her, heart never pausing in the leaps it was doing as she cleaned up the cut. His hands were back on her hips, but his fingers had snuck under the hem of the loose tee she wore, his warm fingers against her skin sending sparks of heat throughout Noelle’s body as she swallowed inaudibly. That mixed with the cool metal of his rings had Noelle’s dry throat working.

Of course, because nothing ever goes unnoticed by Calum, he noticed the tension in her neck, smirked because he knew he was the cause of it. His thumbs began rubbing small circles against her skin, the gesture giving Noelle pause which he felt because she had briefly stopped cleaning his cut and bit the inside of her cheek. Yeah, that’s not distracting at all, her thoughts drawled, continuing her ministrations while trying—and failing—to appear unaffected.

“Alright,” she breathed, eye on the newly cleaned cut that was now just a long pink, not deep, gash across his cheekbone. Noelle put the washcloth back in the container and picked up the antiseptic cream from the kit.

“Wait, gross, no,” Calum shook his head, trying to lean away from Noelle when she squeezed some out on the tips of her two fingers. He hated the smell of it and he sure as hell didn’t want his face to smell like it.

She shot him a mildly incredulous look, not expecting to see Calum with his face scrunched up in distaste as a laugh threatened to bubble past her lips. “Are you serious?” Noelle raised her eyebrows. “I know you know that you need this so it doesn’t get infected.”

“Yeah, but,” Calum hesitated, eyebrows lowering into a complaining frown before whining, “It just smells.”

She’d never seen him look so pouty, never thought his raspy voice was capable of sounding high pitched when he whined like that, and she broke out into an amused grin. “Cal, it’s odorless.”

He blinked. “Oh.” His cheeks warmed up in slight sheepishness, but the giggle Noelle released had his lips tugging up, no longer embarrassed for appearing even the least bit bratty. Calum watched as Noelle brought her fingers up, took in a sharp breath at the cold cream against the cut, slightly stinging as Noelle offered a soft apology.

They were so close as Noelle’s fingers gently soothed the cut, only being able to hear their soft breathing and feel the steady thrums of their hearts, Calum reveling in Noelle’s fruity scent and her doing the same of his outdoorsy, piney one. Their entire focus was on each other.

“Done,” Noelle’s sotto voice sounded, leaning back slightly and reaching over to rip off some toilet paper to wipe her two fingers clean from any residual cream left over. As she dropped it in the trash, her hazel eyes met his brown ones as she said, “I’ll get you some ice for your knuckles and side.”

She made a move to get off, but Calum’s grip on her hips tightened, keeping her seated on his lap as he said, “No.” He didn’t want her to go, was enjoying her on him too much, so when Noelle parted her lips to protest, he cut her off in a low tone, “Don’t need any ice. Just need you.”

Noelle’s heart jumped to her throat, lips parting at the utter honesty in Calum’s tone, overwhelmingly excited and giddy and endeared when he leaned towards her, closing the distance as her eyes fell shut when she felt his lips against hers. Noelle inhaled deeply through her nose, hands cupping Calum’s jaw as she moved her lips against his in the slow, soft kiss that turned her insides into jelly. She could already feel her head spinning at the gentle pace of the kiss, different than the ones they’ve shared; unrushed as their lips moved in synchronicity.

She’s not sure how long they’ve been kissing, enough for her to pull away and trail kisses down Calum’s strong jaw, head ducking to let her lips and tongue and teeth work down his neck and return the favor he’d done days ago and left her own marks against his pretty skin. Noelle heard Calum let out an appreciative groan as she nipped, working on her fourth mark, a small boost to her ego because she was the one who got him to make a sound as sexy as that.

She brought her lips back to his in a slow, sucking kiss that erupted wild butterflies in her stomach. And when Noelle felt Calum’s blunt nails digging into her skin, the metal of his rings biting, she let out a soft moan into his mouth as she whispered, “I need you, too.”

Her words, just as sincere as Calum’s, had him groaning before nipping at her lower lip. Calum pulled back ever so slightly, brushing his nose against hers and keeping his eyes closed as he practically begged, “Then let me take you to your room, baby girl.”

Noelle felt her heart drop to her stomach from anticipated excitement, feeling his warm breath against her lips and forehead against her own as she instantly consented, “Please.”

Calum didn’t hesitate as his hands went from Noelle’s hips to slide under her thighs, feet firmly planted on the ground as he stood up and lifted her up with him. Noelle’s arms instantly wrapped around his neck and legs around his hips at the unexpected gesture, eyes widened slightly in concern as she worried, “Wait, your side, I can ju—”

He let out a breath to prelude his rushed words of, “I got you,” before capturing her lips in another slow kiss.

Yeah, his side was protesting as he carried Noelle out of the bathroom, but the tightness in his pants was a lot more demanding as Calum blindly walked towards Noelle’s bedroom, seemingly having her house mapped out. He kept kissing her, relished her chest pressing against his as he walked them through the open doorway of her room and kicked it shut behind him.

Noelle’s fingers, which had been entangled in the curls at the back of Calum’s head, tugged at his hair slightly, eliciting a guttural groan from him that allowed Noelle to meet his tongue with her own. It was slow, sensual in the way the kiss deepened and Calum made his way towards the bed, and stopped at the right place from memory to crawl onto the mattress on his knees before bending to lower Noelle. Their kiss never broke, a lazy tangle of lips and tongues and teeth as Calum’s hands slid from her thighs and went up her sides, going under her shirt and all the way up. His knees resting on either side of her hips, Calum’s thumbs brushed right under her bare breasts, his cock hardening even more at her lack of bra.

“As cute as this is,” Calum mumbled against her lips, eyes opening only slightly to let his hooded gaze drop to the picture of Bambi on her shirt. He looked back at Noelle, her light eyes glinting in the darkness of the room, save for the lights filtering in from her parted curtains. “It needs to come off.”

Noelle giggled breathily as Calum’s fingers pulled off her shirt as Noelle lifted slightly to get it off, and once Calum discarded the piece of clothing on the floor behind him, he pulled back to admire the view in front of him. He let out a groan, sitting back on his legs as to not put his weight on her as he praised, “You’re so perfect.”

Her cheeks flushed a happy pink at his words, which were followed by him coming down to kiss her once again and his hands cupping the soft flesh. Noelle moaned into his mouth as Calum’s calloused fingers had their way with her breasts, cupping and squeezing and tugging at her already hardened nipples due to the cool air of the room. It may be cold in here, but Noelle felt like she was on fire.

Much to her chagrin, Calum pulled away from the kiss and she was desperate to follow his lips with hers, but her head dropped and tilted back when she felt him wrap them around her right nipple, giving it the kind of attention she craved. His warm tongue circled her nipple before tugging at it lightly with his teeth, and Noelle closed her eyes and let out a breathless whimper through parted lips, fingers still tangled in his hair as his other hand squeezed her left breast and rolled the nipple between the pads of his finger and thumb.

Holy shit, she thought kissing him was dizzying—this was leaving her without any air to breathe.

When he treated the other breast similarly, Noelle couldn’t help but open her eyes and watch as Calum licked and sucked, his own eyes closed and lashes brushing against his cheekbones, and Noelle felt her stomach stirring and bit her lower lip at the waves of pleasure his mouth was bringing her.

One of her hands slid down from the back of Calum’s head and when she felt the collar of his shirt, she tugged at the back of it. “Take it off, please,” she breathlessly pleaded and Calum realized if she ever asked him to do anything in that voice, he’d do it in a heartbeat.

So he sat up, taking a moment to admire the way Noelle’s chest moved from her breathing, his throat drying at the sight of her breasts slick with his saliva. Calum could hear his heart pounding in his ears as he reached on hand to the back of his shirt, pulling it off in one swift motion and tossing it to the floor, ignoring the cool chains and pendants he wore against his heated skin because he couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. Couldn’t believe the girl with the glazed hazel eyes and kiss swollen lips was his.

Fuck, he adored her.

And while he admired her, Noelle was doing the same as she took in his toned torso and tattoos; the ones he got for his family and for himself. She took in the hickeys she’d left on his neck, a show of her actions. But the black ink and purpling marks weren’t all that were sticking out against his golden skin, because Noelle’s eyes drifted to the yellowing bruise on his left side, a bit too large for her liking as she saw it through the limited light of the room and slowly sat up.

She took in a breath, steadying her wild heart as her fingers barely brushed against the tender skin, the guilt from before coming back at the sight of the bruise. When she pulled her lower lip into her mouth, Calum’s hand came up to cup her cheek, thumb gently releasing her imprisoned lip as he ducked his head and told her gently, “Look at me.” She did, swallowing at the intensity of his kind stare that contradicted the harsh cut on his cheek. It was a look he kept for only those close to him. “I’m okay. I’ve seen worse.”

Noelle let out a sharp breath, hearing the mild summer wind outside over her heart, realizing that having Calum so close was the only thing keeping her warm. “That doesn’t make me feel any better, Calum.”

His lips tugged upwards into a smile, using his light grip on her cheek to bring her forward and softly bite down and tug at her lower lip before releasing it. “Then let me try to help out with that.”

And then he was kissing her again, enjoying the faint taste of chocolate she’d eaten before pushed her back until she was lying down again, before dragging his lips away from hers towards her jaw and down her neck. Noelle savored the feel of his full lips against her skin, an appreciative moan falling past her as Calum sucked and nipped on a particularly pleasurable spot. His actions were slow, taking his time on leaving his mark on one spot of her neck before moving on, dragging his mouth lower and lower all the while making sure to leave purplish marks on her collarbones and the swell of her breasts as well.

The left side of his torso was still experiencing a dull throb of pain as he moved himself further down on the bed, but Calum paid it no mind because his entire attention and energy was focused on the stunner of a girl beneath him, whose moans and soft whimpers were more empowering than any crowd during a match.

When he trailed kisses all the way down her torso, the cool pendants of his necklaces doing what the air couldn’t and raising goosebumps on Noelle’s skin, Calum moved to rest on his knees on the floor, hands on the back of Noelle’s knees to pull her down closer to him as she let out a startled gasp. Smirking and reaching the waistband of her cute little night shorts, Calum paused and glanced up at Noelle, questioning, “Baby, can I take these off?”

Fuck it if Noelle didn’t melt at the husk of his voice. She looked down at him, wondering how they hadn’t truly even done anything yet but she still felt like she was seconds away from coming undone. Her lips parted, licking her bottom one and Calum knew he’d have to take his pants off soon because the sight was so fucking hot. “Yeah,” Noelle answered with an absent nod, “Yes, Cal.”

He didn’t wait a moment longer as his fingers hooked into the band before dragging the shorts down her leg, and Calum felt his entire body clench because she was dripping. The sight of her slick folds was enough to send Calum over the edge, and he couldn’t wait to get to know every single inch of this gorgeous girl’s body. “Shit, Ellie,” he breathed as he discarded the shorts, hands on her inner thighs to push them apart, giving him full access to her waiting pussy. “Who made you this wet?”

Noelle pressed one hand against her forehead when she felt Calum draw circles on her inner thighs, the subtle action sending an unexpected wave of pleasure as she truthfully answered, “God, you did, Cal. Please.” Head still against the mattress, Noelle looked down at him, face scrunched slightly pleadingly as she added, “I need you. Need your mouth and your fingers. Need all of you.”

She wasn’t even embarrassed that she was already begging for him, not when she saw Calum smirk before his lips trailed kisses up the inside of her right thigh, all teeth and tongue and leaving marks. He got close to where she needed him most, he was right there, but he suddenly switched to her other thigh and Noelle’s chest fell with a heavy breath at his purposefully slow movements. Each nip and suck had Noelle begging for more.

“Can’t wait to taste you,” he breathed, his breath teasing Noelle’s heated core before her mouth dropped open at the little kitten licks he taunted her pussy with, and Noelle had to stop her entire body from spasming when Calum’s tongue slowly entered her.

Her strangled moan and his satisfied groan were music to each other’s ears, Noelle motivating him and the sound he made vibrating through her entire being as both of her hands found home in his hair once more, keeping him close as his tongue worked her over.

Calum watched, savoring her taste, her back arching and head tilted back in pleasure, completely entranced at how fucking beautiful she looked like this, how her pretty lips parted open in a breathless gasp when he shifted lower to push one finger into her folds. “So pretty like this,” he remarked breathily, reveling in the way her fingers tightened around his curls, watching as Noelle’s glazed over eyes watched him lick his lips that were wet with the taste of her. Calum pressed a kiss to her clit, adding a second finger and increasing the stomach coiling pleasure she felt. “So pretty for me.”

His lips wrapped around her clit as his fingers continued their ministrations and Calum forced himself to keep his eyes open so he could keep them on Noelle, as her moans, music to his ears, were accompanied by her trying to close her thighs as her head tilted back, giving Calum the stunning view of her pretty neck and the darkening marks littering her skin. She was utterly his, he couldn’t help but muse, as the rim of his ring added onto the pleasure he was generously giving her.

Calum used his free hand to keep her left thigh spread, quickening his pace until he felt Noelle clenching around his fingers. The room was filled with the sounds she made, whining when Calum suddenly pulled his fingers out because she was so close, only to let out a panting, “Oh, God,” when his fingers were replaced by his lips and tongue. “Shit, Calum, I’m clo—”

“Cum for me, baby,” Calum prodded, wrapping his arms around thighs and pulling her even closer, lifting her hips off the bed and the new angle his tongue was hitting was enough to had Noelle seeing stars and squeezing her eyes shut at the toe curling end she finally reached, the moan her star-seeing orgasm accompanied causing Calum to groan against her as she came right on his tongue. He didn’t think he’d ever get enough of her taste.

Calum pulled back with one last kiss to her clit, and Noelle used the grip she had on his hair to tug him up, his body easily following her lead as she pulled him down and pressed her lips to his, tongues instantly meeting. Noelle moaned into his mouth as she tasted herself and not for the first time did Calum think this girl would be the end of him as his left hand dragged up her body, feeling her smooth skin under his touch before his hand found her throat.

But before he could do what he wanted, Calum paused briefly before deciding against it, lips still on hers as he began to move his hand away from her neck. He wasn’t sure if Noelle would want that, didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable in any way. However, as if realizing what he was about to—or what he hesitating to—do, Noelle’s right hand grasped his tattooed, bracelet covered wrist and kept his hand in place.

“Please,” she mumbled against his lips, dragging hers against his. “Do it. Do whatever you want.”

Shit, he didn’t need to be told twice.

His hand splayed at the base of her throat, putting just the right amount of pressure in the front as he used his fingers to do the same on the sides of her neck. Noelle’s lips parted against Calum’s, the unadulterated pleasure she felt from Calum choking her unforeseen yet so fucking dizzying. No one’s ever choked her before, and the pressure Calum was putting along with his cool rings biting into her skin had Noelle’s stomach recoiling wonderfully.

He was obsessed with her, with the way she tasted and felt and sounded, and Calum knew he would never be able to have enough of her. Especially when her fingers worked on the buckle of his belt as she instructed hoarsely through a fucked voice, “Off. Need you now.”

Calum kissed her lips before pushing himself up and off the bed, his kiss swollen lips already missing Noelle’s as he got to his feet on the floor. His eyes never left Noelle’s, the air between them alive with thrilled, euphoric electricity as she pushed herself further up on the bed, and Calum let out a shameless groan when she pulled her lower lip into her mouth, watching as he worked at his belt.

He took it off as it clattered to the ground, toeing off his shoes and socks before hastily unzipping his jeans, the urgency to be on her, inside her, with her getting the better of him as he shoved his pants and boxers down his legs, wincing only slightly when he bent and his side protested at the action. Calum barely registered it, though, along with the thud of his pants because of his phone and wallet in the pockets, the only thing he could focus on was the woman in front of him, her breathing as shallow as his because of the intense anticipation of what was about to happen, what they’d both been waiting for to happen.

Noelle didn’t feel the least bit embarrassed when she felt her mouth practically water at the sight of Calum, completely bare and all for her. She took a brief moment to admire every part of him; from his tattooed arms and biceps and collarbones, his toned chest and strong thighs, all an indicator of how well he treated his body, of how stupidly gorgeous he was.

When Calum crawled back onto the bed on his knees, he made his way back to her by trailing kisses from below her belly button all the way up her stomach, torso, the valley of her breasts and neck before finally reaching her lips. Noelle felt like her body was on fire, Calum’s lips leaving scorches in their wake as she sighed into his mouth, feeling his hardened length against her thigh and her heart threatening to burst through her chest.

“So beautiful,” Calum rasped against her mouth, and he realized the way his heart pumped during a fight was nothing compared to the breathlessness he felt in this moment, with his front flush against hers and his cock twitching in impatient anticipation. “Need you so bad, Ellie. Can I have you?”

“God, yes, yeah,” Noelle whined, her senses overwhelming full of Calum as she couldn’t possibly wait a second longer, her hands cupping his cheeks as she felt the hard lines of his jaw in her palms, his chest against her own as his necklaces sensually dragged against her fiery skin. Her eyes met his as he hovered over her, only inches between them as she took in his dilated pupils and pink lips, obsessed with every feature of his, thumb tenderly brushing the skin right below his cut. “All of me, yeah. Just need to feel you, Cal.”

Their noses brushed together, heavy breaths mingling in the silence of the room as their blood rushed in their veins and hearts pounded in their ears. Their senses were just full of the other, unable to be close enough, as Noelle breathlessly volunteered, “I’m on the pill.”

Calum’s heart jumped up to his throat as her words registered in his mind and he dropped his forehead to her collarbones, an aroused groan escaping him at the mere thought of being able to feel Noelle without any filter. “You’re gonna kill me,” he quipped against her skin, voicing the thought that always seemed to flutter around his mind where Noelle was concerned. Reaching his hand down, he gripped the base of his cock, brushing the tip against Noelle’s sensitive folds that pulled a soft whine from her, causing him to smirk as he slanted his lips over hers in a kiss not as gentle as the ones before, the adrenaline in his veins energizing his movements.

“What’re you waiting for?” Noelle muttered against his lips when she didn’t feel him in his entirety, pulling back slightly as a smirk of her own tilted at her pink mouth. “Get on with it.”

Narrowing his eyes, Calum’s smirk widened at Noelle’s bold impatience, staring down at her as he couldn’t help but think how perfect this beautiful, sexy girl was and that she was his. “Whatever you say, love,” Calum marveled before, without another moment’s pause, he moved his hips and sank himself into Noelle’s heat, the sensation of her walls snugly around him making Calum release her lips, their foreheads pressed together as both of them let out loud, impassioned groans at this new feeling.

He bottomed out, Noelle inhaling sharply as she tilted her head back at the maddening way he filled her so completely, so full and she could already feel herself drawing to the edge at how tantalizing Calum felt. He, in turn, dragged his lower lip along hers as he released shallow breaths, heart in his throat as he held himself up with his arms, both of them taking a second to process this moment, to revel in the new level of intimacy they’d been craving. It wasn’t until Noelle clenched around him that spurred Calum on, broke every strand of patience and control he had as he pulled out almost completely before snapping his hips forward.

The gratifying mewl that escaped Noelle at the rough movement prompted Calum to pick up his pace, and he couldn’t help but kiss her for what felt like the hundredth time, but still ignited a fire just like the first. It was a kiss messy with tongue and clashing teeth, rushed with the heat coursing through their veins and the waves of bliss stealing their breaths and writing their bodies, the pleasure even more enjoyable for Noelle as his stubble scratched her chin.

“So good, Cal,” Noelle babbled softly, moving her legs to wrap around his hips and lock her ankles at his back. The new angle as she pushed himself more into her had Noelle quickly approaching the edge, and Calum buried his face in the crook of her marked neck because he didn’t think he’d ever felt euphoria this intensely before. One hand returned to her throat, fingers finding home around it and Noelle’s heart felt as though it was going into overdrive. Her nails scraped lightly against his scalp as he groaned against her skin. “God, I feel so full.”

Shit, she really was going to be the end of him. He kissed her collarbone and sat up slight, other hand holding her thigh and rings biting into her skin as his hips never once ceased bucking forward, overwhelmed in how well he fit inside her. “Take me so well, baby,” Calum rasped, unable to stop the praise from falling past his own lips as he licked at her. “Like you were made for me.”

Noelle believed that wholeheartedly.

It wasn’t long until both of them were reaching their end, their stomachs coiling as Noelle felt her muscles quivering at her fast approaching orgasm. And when Calum let go of her thigh to prop himself up, allowing his other hand to come up and rub loose circles over her clit with his thumb, he urged, “Let me how pretty you look when you cum, Ellie.”

It took all of Noelle’s willpower to open her eyes, to look up at the stunner of a man who was bringing her the kind of ecstacy she’d never felt before, who lit up her body in every way with a fierce fire, every nerve within her body igniting with life. And when her eyes met his, she was done.

Calum let her ride it out, the warmth of her releasing around him quickening his own approaching orgasm as the sound of skin slapping against skin and their mingling moans electrified the air. Noelle’s lips parted with a heavy gasp as Calum kept going, loving the feeling of him within her sensitive heat, wanting to always remember this moment of how her name falls past his lips in a euphoric groan when his own orgasm finally washes over him and she feels him deliciously spilling inside of her.

Their breaths were heavy, disrupting the silence of the room as Calum, after a moment of pausing to catch a breath, pulled out of her tenderly, unhindered groans sounding from both of them at the loss of closeness. Calum laid down beside Noelle, their chests heaving and hearts only just starting to slow down, his head against the pillow as he wrapped his right arm around her shoulders and pulled her over. The desire to be close to her was never going to disappear.

Noelle rested her cheek against his shoulder, hand resting against his chest as they basked in the afterglow of the rapture they’d just experienced without anything keeping them apart, skin warm and flushed and heads swimming in pure delirium. They knew they should clean up, but they were too comfortable on the bed next to each other, too overwhelmed and sensitive to do anything except bask in each other’s presence.

Arm wrapped around Noelle’s shoulder, Calum’s fingers lightly ran through her hair as he felt her legs move until a blanket was sliding up his bare legs, Noelle reaching for it to bring it up and cover them up. “Sleepy?” he mumbled because, really, falling asleep with her in his arms, beautiful and fucked and his, sounded like the best thing.

She hummed in response, cheek against his shoulder as she reveled in the warmth the blanket and Calum’s body provided. She was exhausted and sore and felt so taken care of. Though she didn’t have to, she still rasped, “You gonna stay the night?”

Calum twirled a strand of her soft hair around his finger, pressing a kiss to her temple as his own eyelids felt heavy. “Don’t wanna be anywhere else.”

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