Chapter 38
Callie
Asa was quiet for the rest of the day, and I knew it bothered him that he couldn’t pay for my braces. I wasn’t sure how to snap him out of the funk he was in, so I didn’t say anything more about them. It was stupid; I didn’t want them anyway. They made me look like a twelve–year-old, they got food stuck in them, and they cut the shit out of my cheeks if I wasn’t careful. Besides, it hadn’t been my idea to get them in the first place. My teeth hadn’t been that bad—the top ones had a little gap between them and the bottom ones had been a little crooked, but it hadn’t bothered me. It was my parents who’d decided that they suddenly had enough money for orthodontia, so I had to get them fixed.
I wished I hadn’t even brought it up to Asa; I could’ve just had them taken off and then told him I didn’t need them anymore. Unfortunately, there was no way for me to get the appointment without telling him I needed around five hundred dollars to pay for it. I hadn’t gotten to that part before he’d gone weird, and I hadn’t wanted to say anything else. I decided to wait on that conversation, hoping to talk to my Gram and see if she could pitch in before I said anything more about it.
Instead, I walked on eggshells around him that day and jumped him at bedtime.
By the next day, things were back to normal—well, normal for us.
We spent the weekend like an old married couple and I loved it. We went to the grocery store and bought a ton of food, rented a Western TV series from the movie store, and spent the rest of the time curled up on the couch watching it when we weren’t f*cking on every surface in the apartment.
I didn’t answer my phone except to let Gram know that Asa was with me for the weekend and to let Farrah know that he hadn’t killed me and dumped my body somewhere—her words not mine.
The only downsides to our weekend were the discussions about my job. Asa didn’t want me working—though his reasons changed with each conversation until he’d compiled a list that was as long as my arm. I’d be out late on nights I had to close. School was more important. I’d have to work when he or Gram came to visit. I’d come into contact with tweekers and who knows what else. People robbed fast food places all the time. He’d even tried to say that I’d get sick more often because I’d be coming into contact with too many people—which made me comment that maybe I shouldn’t be going to school, either—that shut him up for about ten minutes.
I worked my first shift on Monday night after school while he sat at a table in the front of the restaurant, glaring at anyone and everyone. It was funny, and a little embarrassing, but having him there also settled my first day nerves so much that I dreaded when he wouldn’t be there anymore. I also began to understand his argument about working while he was visiting. I resented the time I had to spend away from him at school and work when I had so little time with him to begin with.
Our disagreement never came to a resolution before it was time for him to leave, but we were both unwilling to make it a huge deal. The fight that had goaded him to visit had given both of us perspective, and neither one of us wanted to end the weekend on bad terms. We didn’t know when he’d be able to visit again—and having a tantrum wasn’t going to get the same reaction the next time. He couldn’t just drop everything to deal with me, and it wasn’t fair of me to expect it.
On Tuesday morning, we stood outside while he stuffed a few things into his saddle bags. The scene seemed eerily familiar. It made my stomach turn as I remembered how he’d acted after he left last time. My arms were wrapped around my waist, and I was trying not to cry, but my throat had a huge lump in it and I could feel my nose tingling with repressed tears.
“Hey, Sugar,” he called gently, pulling me against him with a hand at the back of my neck. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, yeah?”
“Okay,” I answered, tucking my face into his chest. “You’ll call, right?”
“Yeah, baby, I’ll call.” He pulled my face away from him and kissed my forehead, then reminded me, “You call, too. None of that bullshit like before.”
I snorted, and then started giggling as his brows rose in surprise.
“Did you just snort?” he asked me with a grin, wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me off the ground. “Like a little piglet?”
“I’ll call!” I screeched as he swung me around, his beard tickling my neck as he pressed his face in.
When he finally put me down, we were smiling, but it didn’t last long before both our faces fell. I wasn’t sure how I looked, but his jaw was tense and his eyes stony as he reached over to grab his helmet.
“Call me tonight and let me know you got there, okay?” I asked softly.
He gave a nod, watching me closely. Suddenly, his hand shot out and grabbed my jaw tightly, pulling my face to his. He kissed me hard, biting at my lips urgently while his hands grabbed and pushed at my clothes. I ran my hands through his hair softly as he practically inhaled me, trying to calm him down, but as soon as he grabbed the backs of my legs and lifted me until they were wrapped around his waist—I lost my calm.
We were frantic. One of his hands fisted the back of my shirt while the other went up the front, ripping the cups of my bra down so he could pinch at my nipples. I fisted his hair in response, causing him to groan, and reached the other hand down the back of his hoodie so I could dig my nails into the only skin I could reach. It didn’t matter that we were standing in front of the apartment complex where anyone could see us—we were desperate.
He started back toward the stairs while we kissed, but he hadn’t made it to the first step when his phone started ringing and vibrating in his pocket.
“Shit,” he mumbled into my mouth, sliding his hand out of my shirt to pull the phone out of his pocket.
I moved my mouth to his neck as he answered.
“Grease,” he barked, tilting his head to the side and squeezing my ass with his free hand.
“Dragon, don’t do anything stupid.” He paused for a few moments while I continued to grope him. “Brother, I f*ckin’ warned you who she was.”
He was quiet for a moment, and in the silence I bit down hard on the skin where his shoulder met his neck. He inhaled sharply and started rocking me against him, stumbling backward until his back met the wall, and then groaned deeply as I started to suck.
“I’m on my way. Don’t do anything f*ckin’ stupid before I get there,” he snapped before closing his phone and stuffing it back into his pocket.
“F*ck me,” he groaned, pulling me harder against him as I used my teeth again.
He grabbed the back of my hair and pulled me away from his neck, tipping my head back so far that I had to look down to see his face.
“You’re f*ckin’ trouble, you know that?” he rasped, squeezing his fist so my hair pulled sharply again.
“Let’s go back upstairs,” I whimpered, pulling against his hand so I could get my mouth on him. “I’ll ride you so hard.”
I wasn’t even sure what I was saying, but I didn’t care. I’d say or do anything at that point, I was so turned on. My hips were frantic against him, sliding and rubbing but never hitting the right spot to get me over the edge.
“Sweetheart,” he groaned, stilling the movement of my hips with his hand, “I gotta f*ckin’ go. Shit’s about to hit the fan in Oregon.”
My mouth dropped open and my eyes popped wide as he pushed at my legs. When I dropped them down, I almost tripped as I tried to move away from him.
“Seriously?” I griped at him, slapping at his hands as he tried to catch me.
“F*ck, Callie!” he roared, grabbing one of my hands and pressing it against his very hard cock. “It’s not like I want to ride my goddamn bike like this!”
“Well, then don’t!” I snapped back, trying to pull my hand away.
He let go of me, but quickly wrapped his arms around my waist before I could storm off.
“Sugar, I’ve got a friend that f*cked up. His shit is so f*cked up, he’s lucky if he sees daylight again,” he told me seriously, the tone of his voice causing me to pause in my struggle. “I gotta get up there and help him figure his shit out.”
Dammit. He wasn’t going to stay.
I slumped against him dejectedly and hit my head against his chest repeatedly as he rubbed my back, calming down my overheated body. Once both of our heartbeats had slowed, I tilted my face up to him, still pouting. He immediately swooped in for a kiss with a small smile on his face.
The kiss was sweeter and deeper than it had been before. It wasn’t full of lust and desperation.
It was a kiss goodbye.
“It’s you and me against the world, yeah?” he whispered, smoothing my hair away from my face. “We won’t be doing this shit forever. Just gotta be patient.”
He let me go, and it took all of my willpower not to beg him to stay just one more day. One more day wouldn’t have helped anything, and I knew that we would have to go through the exact same thing all over again. So I gave him a trembling smile and got in my car, unable to say a word past the lump in my throat.
This time when I drove away, he didn’t follow me to school. His mind was already focused on whatever was happening to his friend, and I was thankful for it.
I cried the whole way to school, but as soon as I got there, I wiped off my face, pulled up my big girl panties, and acted like I was fine.
Eventually, I was.