More | Sequel to Meet You There

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The pair wasted no time. It had been three months apart with only one drunken night together and their arrival to a decision in their conundrum had each of their hearts racing. Holland discarded her jacket and Calum followed suit before approaching her.

Calum's hand rose to cup the side of Holland's face, the pad of his thumb swiping across her cheek as she leaned into the palm of his hand.

He stepped forward, closing the space between them and stooping just enough to meet his lips with hers. The reaction was immediate, fireworks and butterflies and magic. Everything about their kiss felt right and it was undeniable. This was how things were supposed to be, they were meant to be together.

The subtle tick of the clock on the wall was the only sound apart from Calum's low moan as Holland deepened the kiss. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her ever closer to him as their lips moved against each other, trying to say all the things their words were still unable to. His hands tightened on her hips as he took a step forward and led them, walking her backwards towards his bedroom, what use to be their bedroom, and what he hoped would soon be again.

He broke their kiss only for a moment, reaching for the door, pushing it open and leading her through it. He kicked it closed behind them with Duke whining on the outside. He'd be fine for a few minutes, Calum knew he wouldn't last long.

Her hands roamed his chest, massaging the top of his shoulders as she felt his taught muscles beneath her hands. They stalled at the back of his neck, her fingernails scratching at the short hair.

"What happened to the curls?" She asked him between kisses and his stomach sank.

"Had to cut 'em." He mumbled finally, reattaching their lips. "Made me think of you."

She broke their kiss for a moment to look at him. Her eyes a mixture of adoration and sadness. She hated that they had let this keep them apart for so long. That she had let it keep them apart so long.

"I love you." She told him honestly, laying her feelings bare.

He closed his eyes as if to revel in the sound of her promise and kissed her once more. "I love you." He replied easily, "I never stopped."

A contented sigh left her lips as they returned to their kissing, now sat on the bed, her hands on the back of his neck pulling his face closer to hers. He braced one hand on the mattress and the other laid her down gently. He leaned over her, his fingers tangled in her hair and her legs wrapped around his waist.

Her hands blindly fumbled with his shirt buttons, freeing them after a short while and her hands slipped within the fabric as she pushed it off of his shoulders. He broke their kiss and watched her as he dropped the shirt into a crumpled heap on the floor. Her eyes scanned over his chest, her finger tracing over his tattoo. Choose life. A life with her was the only one worth choosing.

He moved backwards over her, bending forward again as his thumbs raised the hem of her shirt, he kissed the lowest part of her stomach, his lips rough against her warm, soft skin. He move upwards, his nose moving the light fabric of her T-shirt in the same direction as he kissed every patch of her skin he could reach. He swallowed loudly when her lacy bra became visible, it was black and one he hadn't seen before. He wondered why she'd been wearing such fancy undergarments beneath such an ordinary outfit but she'd been known to do the same for her own confidence so he didn't read anything into it. He tugged on the shirt and she lifted her shoulders up enough to allow him to remove it from her torso.

The stiff fabric of his jeans was uncomfortable, restricting, as his arousal grew. Holland took notice and moved her hand to palm him. A low growl left his lips as his erection throbbed. He wanted her so bad.

He grabbed greedily for her waistband, undoing the button and lowering the zipper in record time. He roughly pulled them down, removing her shoes first, and letting them fall to the hardwood floor with a dull thud before reaching up over his shoulder and swiping off his own shirt.

Holland reach out, grabbing him by the waistband of his jeans and pulling him towards her by his belt loops.

She had more success with his pants buttons than she had had with his shirt and his jeans fell away quickly. He kicked out of his sneakers and then his jeans, shoving his boxers down as well and letting all of his clothing collect on the floor.

Standing before her naked had always been a thrill for Calum. Holland had a way of making him feel like no one else, important and enticing. Her hands slid up his forearms and he shivered at her touch as he retook his position above her.

He dipped his head and grazed over the skin of her collar bone and shoulder. She smiled softly and ran her fingers through his hair, content and in a state of bliss.

His finger traced the line of her bra, stroking over the strap and the top of the half cup before tugging the lace down, her breast spilling over the top. He kicked his lips at the sight, tilting forward and circling her nipple with his plump, kissed lips. His tongue swirled around the bud, hardening it before he began to suck. Holland's hands gripped the posts of the headboard above her as Calum sucked a hickey into her soft flesh.

Whispered moans and pleasured sighs fell from her mouth as he worked to stimulate her, his hand sliding between them to pet her over her panties.

Her core was soaked, wet and anxious for him. He tore away the dainty fabric and dipped his middle finger within her. She shut her eyes tightly, her mouth falling open as an animalistic moan escaped her.

He moved his digit rapidly as she whined beneath him, her face contorted and her fists lost in his grey bedsheets.

"Cal, no more teasing. Fuck me. Please." Her words were forced out between heavy breaths but he quickly retracted his finger and positioned himself appropriately.

Their bodies collided and his forehead fell against her shoulder as mutual moans filled the quiet house. When they'd had a moment to gain their bearings Calum began to move. Their lips found each other and a thin sheen of sweat appeared on Calum's forehead as he rocked his hips forward to meet hers repetitively.

He moved on from her lips to her cheek and then followed the column of her neck to the space where it met her collar bone and began to suck harshly.

Holland was privy to his actions, this wasn't the first time that had made love and Calum had been known to leave his mark. She took advantage of his distraction and rolled them over, raising and lowering herself on his shaft as he continued his assault of her neck and her head lolled back as an appreciative moan resounded from her.

She could feel Calum's muscles as they began to tense, his kisses suddenly more desperate and his thrusts upwards erratic.

"No." She said firmly and he growled in reply. She circled her hips over him and he gasped, his hands clung tightly to her hips as she increased her speed and leaned forward to create more friction.

"Come on, Holls. Fuck." He gasped. Losing himself in the abyss of his orgasm. She was relentless, never wavering as she continued to ride him through her own high. When she had finished she fell against him gasping, her lungs desperate for air.

"I've missed that, I've missed us." Calum spoke into the darkened room, the only light the moon light that sifted in between the partially parted curtains.

"I know the feeling." Holland whispered back to him.

"It's three in the morning, we should get some sleep."

Holland was quiet for a long while and Calum had thought she was asleep when she finally spoke.

"Is it weird of me to say I don't think I can sleep? This still feels a bit too dreamlike. I'm scared I'll wake up and you'll hate me."

"I promise, when you wake up I'll be right here. I'll stay until you banish me." He said, throwing his arm over her and pulling her against his chest. He pressed a soft kiss into her hair. "Get some rest."

An: posted again bc I finished writing this book and because I can 🤷🏻‍♀️

we've been smut deprived this book so there ya go.

Happy Calland has me soft 🥺

Ily,
Sav 🖤