“Payback is a bitch, isn’t it?” I smiled wickedly.
Cal moaned as I rolled my hips, pushing myself down his full length. He touched my breasts, his hands molding to them like they were made for him. Bringing his finger and thumb together, he slowly rolled my nipples until they were hard and throbbing. He moved his hands to my butt, pushing me forward so that my breasts were in line with his mouth, then darted his tongue out to continue his teasing and stroking of my nipples, revving me up, pumping my pleasure to the extreme. He flipped me and I was more than happy to give him back the control. I liked his hard thrusts and his deep pounding and he didn’t disappoint. As wave upon wave of my orgasm crashed over me, he, too, bellowed his own climax, thrusting fiercely into me until he had wrung every last spasm from my body. He pulled himself away and lay down at my side, flat on his stomach, his head turned toward me and his arm rested across my waist.
“That wasn’t playing fair,” he panted, his lips curling into a sly smile.
“You started it.” I laughed as I rolled over, forcing him up to curl behind me. I liked feeling him there. My protector wrapped around my body like a glove that was made for me. In the afterglow of my climax, I wanted to say all of the things I was feeling. Elation, satisfaction, loyalty and the promise of love. I’d never expected the bonding between me and Cal to amount to such overwhelming feelings of finding a home in someone. Someone I never wanted to be apart from. I wasn’t sure if he still wanted to keep me at a distance. I guessed with his actions over the past few hours that he wanted anything but. I couldn’t fathom how we wouldn’t fall head over heels if the bonding worked the same for both of us.
I opened my mouth to spill it all out—my hopes, my wishes, my dreams for us—but hesitated and cocked my head to the side. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Cal, his eyes closed and his breathing calm. He was asleep, again, but this time not of my doing. I sighed my resignation. I could wait to tell him what I was feeling. I nuzzled closer to him and closed my eyes, blissfully falling into dreams of love, belonging and contentment.
Cal jerked awake just as the muted light of dawn began to spill into the bedroom. Shit. He adjusted his body, his mind still foggy, horror and guilt seeping in as he realized that he hadn’t just fallen asleep, he had crashed for the night. And worse, he had crashed with Morgan in his arms.
Slowly, with deliberate moves, he extracted himself from her warm and inviting body. Despite the fact that his cock was hard and throbbing for her once again, he knew that he had to get out before she woke up and expected more from him than he could give.
He gently rolled to the side of the bed and got up, quickly moving to close the heavy drapes and block the sun out. He needed her to stay asleep for as long as possible.
He pulled on his clothes and fought against his instinct to stay, the intensity of which was frightening. He’d expected the physical attraction, it had been there before, he didn’t need the bonding for that. It was the emotional attachment he couldn’t abide or understand. This seething, burning need to be by her side at every moment. It would explain why Andrew was so loath to be apart from Kelly, even though she could only speak to him through their mental link. All the same, it took every ounce of Cal’s power to walk out of that room and shut the door behind him, and even more strength to walk down the hall.
His instinct did not coincide with the plan, and he desperately needed to speak to Kelly himself. He knew it was early, too early for normal people to be awake, but he wanted confirmation that he was doing the right thing because his body was telling him different.
Cal rapped on the door to Kelly and Andrew’s room. Although Kelly was wired up to machines, Andrew always slept in the room on a cot in the corner.
He raised his hand to knock again, louder if necessary, when a sleepy-eyed Andrew cracked it open and peered out.
“Cal?” Andrew’s eyes grew wide.
Cal nodded as he ran his hand through his hair, suddenly feeling like an ass for intruding. “Yeah, sorry, Andy, I know it’s early, but I really have to speak with Kelly.”
Andrew frowned and opened the door wider, motioning for him to enter. “Sure, sure. Is everything okay?”
He walked in and headed for Kelly’s bed. She looked the same as she always did, eyes closed, seeming in peaceful sleep, machines breathing and beeping around her.
“No, Andy, everything is definitely not okay,” Cal mumbled as he reached down to take Kelly’s limp hand. “There’s a problem with Morgan.”