Wanted For Pleasure

Chapter Thirty-seven: my great escape

"Afterward, she would finally come to understand what it meant to be human, what it felt like when the wrong man loves a woman, how the touch of a hand on her back--placed at the exact spot where the shoulder blades end and before the spine begins--can feel like the way that wings beat in the darkest part of the night."

Morgan Ann Bennett

"—Thanks for everything this weekend. Again, I'm sorry I-"

"Don't mention it, Cal. I'll try to come over in the morning if you need anything," I said over the phone.

"I don't need anything," she let out.

Callie then added, "But I'd like to see you." The smile returned across my lips.

"Alright, your niece is sitting one inch in front of the tv, I'm going to go before she's blind," Callie talked, rushing off the phone.

I said good night and that I loved them again before she ended the call.

Everything seemed right with them, and even though the toddler was gone, Chris and I were still playing house. And honestly, he's scary good at his role. His interactions with Quinn are so pure, it just makes me think that if things were different — if I wasn't with Malcolm— how I'd love him to be the father of my kids. And they'd be beautiful kids, too, raised well with the support of his amazing parents - Mommom and Poppop.

Wishful thinking, right?

I lied on my stomach, ankles crossed, as I redirected my attention to the muted television, showing some old horror movie while the 'Alexa' speaker played music.

I let my eyelids close, my cheeks hurting from still smiling but I couldn't help it, the side of my face flat on my stacked forearms.

I knew this would end soon and I'd have to go back to hell but it was fun for the time being so I basked in it, not taking a second for granted.

Suddenly, I felt pressure against my ass and my lips parted, knowing.

"Chris," I moaned, trapped under his body.

One hand smoothed up my arm and found mine to lock our fingers, his other reached under me and squeezed my breast.

I hissed at his teeth sinking into my shoulder but he kissed the sting away.

"Don't start, I have to leave soon," I whined. One of us had to face reality here sooner or later.

"We have a few minutes," his voice rasped in my ear.

He kissed the corner of my lips and then pulled my body up so effortlessly like I weighed nothing.

As much as I complained, I didn't try to stop his advances. It felt nice, the way he held me and wanted me so badly.

"No," I croaked, turning over to face him. I sat on my bottom against the arm of the sofa and pouted.

Chris looked down at me like he was a God and for a second, I caved. Just for a second.

He lowered his body again between my legs and lifted my loose — well it belongs to him — plain white tee. His face disappeared as it was buried in my chest and he kissed between my breasts.