The Unbelievable (Book Two)

Chapter 25

The bed moved and I reached out my arm to see if he was gone. His side was warm but he wasn't there. I opened my eyes and saw my bathroom light turn on.

Harry closed the door softly behind him. He sniffled and I immediately got out of bed and walked to the bathroom door.

"Harry," my sleepy voice called for him to answer.

"I'm ok. Just need some space, Cal," he choked from his tight throat.

"Harry," I felt my stomach and chest both tighten at his tone. It was probably a bad judgment call on my part, but I opened the door and watched his tear streaked face contort as soon as he saw me. "Harry," I rushed to him and coddled his face in my hands.

"Stop," he was sobbing now and pushing me away from him. I dropped my hands and bit my tongue with wide eyes and witnessed his sadness came undone. "I just need to be alone," he brushed his hands through his fluffy curls and I watched his biceps flex as he tangled his hair in his fists.

"No, you don't," I took a step toward him and reached my hand to brush along his naked chest. His soft skin was covered in tattoos but I wouldn't have him any other way. He recoiled from my touch and I noticed the beads of sweat along his arms and neck. "Are you sick?"

"No, I'm not fucking sick, Callie," he stated so harshly I literally took a step back.

"Don't talk to me like that," I cowered away from him as he realized how he spoke to me. "I'm trying to help you."

"Cal," he sighed and sat down on the edge of the jacuzzi tub. "My whole body fucking hurts, I'm sorry." He cried more and my body went completely limp at the sight. It broke my heart to see him in so much pain but he wasn't giving me any sort of leverage to help him.

I sat down next to him and tentatively reached out to hold his hand. I squeezed it in mine and leaned into his side with my lips pressed on his shoulder. I tasted his sweat but I knew exactly what was happening with him, but I was afraid to say it out loud, I was afraid that he wouldn't want to hear it, I was afraid he would be so upset that he would break up with me. So I didn't say anything, I just stayed at his side as he cried out the pain of his withdrawal.

"I love you. I'm so sorry you're going through this," I kissed along his shoulder.

Before I realized it, he had his entire mouth over mine and he was pulling me up to stand with him.

"I'm going to fuck you," he said between messy kisses to my face. His hands pulled up his t-shirt I wore and my hands fiddled with his boxers. I reached into my travel bag to grab a condom and I rolled it onto him.

I loved how desperate he was as he pushed me up against the counter. His hands held onto my hips and my ass was pressed up against his front. He slid into me and I watched as his previous state of drug withdrawal was filled with a temporary fix.

He needed me to be his fix tonight and I was ok with that. He could fuck me as many times as he pleased to feel the same type of pleasure he did when he got high. I surely didn't mind.

"Yes," I felt my stomach start to tense up as he pressed in and out of me in a pace that was not too fast but not agonizingly slow either.

"Fuck, baby, fuck," he whispered as he tried to find his control. He wanted to come but he was holding off. I could tell he wanted to make his pleasure last as long as he possibly could.

"When you come, come all over me," I instructed as I felt him pull out. I twisted around just in time to see him shoot all over my stomach. He must have taken the condom off when he pulled out.