I’m horny. I’m so bloody horny I can’t keep still for a second. My foot raps into the floor, Calum throws me a warning look and I stop only for a second before I resume. He needs to touch me.
“Cathy,” Stepbrother dearest mutters. He looks up to the Saturday sun and sighs. “Keep still.”
“I can’t.”
Setting the guitar beside his seat, he drags my seat towards him. Our knees touch. “What’s the problem?”
“You know what the problem is,” I grumble.
His lips pucker. Annoying man. “Enlighten me.”
Subconsciously, my legs part open. I’m wearing a skirt. I’ve been wearing more skirts since that ugly night he left me hanging. Staring into space, I try to form the words but they are stuck in my throat.
Annoyed at him, myself, I run my fingers through my hair and my shoulders deflate. Joining him doesn&rsquo
Watching Calum talk about his songs is like listening to a kid go on about his favourite toy. He lights up in ways I’ve never seen before and my heart pumps way too fast, way too hard in bliss. He stops talking and my hands sink into the bed.The hand holding his music note drops to his side. Calum walks away from his desk to kneel before the bed. His blond curls are a shade darker, damp with sweat and excitement. My legs lower to each side of his body. I finger comb his hair and smile.“You need to stop looking at me like that,” he says. His clammy palms slide up my thighs and I tug on the roots of his hair. “Or I’ll take you to bed now.”Laughter bubbles out of my lips and my head falls back from the weight of it. He pushes my hand back into his hair. “Who says I don’t want that?”“Cathy.” On his feet, he crosses his arms and I’m drawn to his biceps, the tattoos. K
I love Calum but he is too stubborn. He spends more time beating himself up on a past that he can’t change instead of working to improve the future. Speaking of the handsome man, Calum pokes my side and I erupt in a fit of giggles. His hand returns to the steering wheel, he throws me a glance and my body thrums. He’s too hot.“What has got you thinking so hard?” he asks.“Nothing.” He rolls his eyes, he does that a lot around me. I end the chat with Tessa and slide my phone into my pocket. Yes, I apologised to her but we are planning something bigger and nicer for Calum. I like that Tessa didn’t ask any questions about our relationship status but I suspect she knows. I wish she asked so I might have gotten advice from a girl older than me. “Just thinking about how much I love you, Cal.” Calum blushes. He slows the car by a deserted street and I hop onto his laps. My fingers catch in his hair. He sighs. “I love you too, Cathy.” I pull his bottom lip between my teeth, release it and k
Dinner is painfully slow. I’m in a bad mood and everyone notices. Calum slides an arm over my thigh but I shake it off. I still feel dirty; cheap.“Cathy, how was school today?” Dani asks from the other side of the table. Dad watches me. He has been on my case since I came downstairs. He’s not the only one. Calum has been trying to get more than one word replies out of me. But the only thing in my head is slut. “Are you okay?”“Yeah—” I stop and shake my head. Putting the fork down, I add, “I don’t feel so good.” Well aware the whole table is listening to us, I stand and grab my plate filled with spaghetti. “I’ll just drop this and go to my room. If…if that’s okay.”Dad and Dani share a glance. They want to say more but they don’t know how. Calum comes to the rescue. He copies my stance, his empty plate in one hand. I don’t want hi
CALUMCathy is teaching me how to finger her. No, I’m not mortified. Learning with Cathy is more fun than I have had in such a long time. One would think my years of fame had taught me a thing or two about women and fingers. But oh, well. Here I am in my room getting schooled on how to make a lady orgasm with only my fingers. “Yeah,” Cathy breathes out. Her head meets my shoulder, she grinds against my fingers moving inside her and stills. “Right there, Cal. Again.” “Again?” I tease. Hell, she’s greedy. Wanting more and more and I want to give it all to her. My heart, my body, my fingers. Everything she demands. Her walls clench around my fingers, I push them higher to rub against the spot I hit earlier. Her eyelids flutter open and she nods. I snicker. She curses, her head falls back and she bounces hard like she would have done on my dick. My dick jerks in protest. It’s missing out on all the attention. But the look on Cathy’s face is worth it. Flushed cheeks, teeth buried into
CALUMThe phone trembles in my hand. I drop it to the study table and replay the short conversation with Tessa in my head. They wanted to talk to me. Sam and Lucas. My former bandmates.Why?Why now?They haven’t been able to reach me because I changed my number and blocked both of them. I don’t want anything to do with Sam or Lucas or the fucking band. I am done with that life, not the singing but the mindless moments; the high, the toxicity and loneliness. Fame changed the three of us. They hurt me. Not once did they visit at rehab. Yes, I fucked up badly. But friends fuck up all the time. And friends also pick each other up.I don’t hate them for casting me off but I hate them for being unable to put down their pride and anger to check on their friend who almost lost his life. We were friends first before we became a band. His brother survived, I might not have.My fingers tap against my temple. Cathy knew. Wai
On Monday morning, I join Dad to school. It’s a silent ride with my earbuds plugged in to avoid him asking questions. Calum should still be at home. I don’t know. I don’t care. Okay, I care.But I don’t understand. Okay, maybe I also do. Calum has every right to be mad for me lying and meddling but I was trying to help. Tessa and I.He shut everyone out after the band broke up and they want their friend back. Not to resume the band but to have him. To be friends again. And they sounded so excited about him meeting this producer in London. London is only three hours away. He could meet up with him and return to me the same day.How can that man not see that we are on his side and we are doing all of these because we love him?I roll up the window as Dad’s car slows in the parking lot. The term will be over in fifty days, then what? He can’t teach forever. There’s more for him out there. His friends are
Lunch break is officially over. For me, it ended with the fight. I grab my bag and hurry outside to join Calum and Amelia but the hallway is empty. I can’t go to Dad’s office or I’ll be in trouble and I can’t let Amelia take the fall alone. It’s my fault.Kicking the air in frustration, I start for Dad’s office and stop halfway there. Bad idea. I’ll be grounded. He hasn’t grounded me in years. The bell saves me from making that mistake. I head back to class and count the minutes until the final bell goes off. Once the closing bell rings out, I bolt out of the class to wait at Amelia’s locker.The hallway soon grows noisy as other students begin to leave their classes. Bored, tired, I bang my head against the locker, torturing myself with a million scenarios on how it could have gone.Someone taps me. Amelia. She grins.Why is she grinning?I throw my arms around her, squeezing
Later turns into four days. By Friday, Calum is still not talking to me and I have had enough with his silent treatment. We fought. Couples fight all the time. And they make up. Kiss too. I want to kiss him. More than that, I want a hug.After the last period for the day, I hug the girls goodbye and race to the teacher’s parking lot. Over the last few days, I have avoided any chat that might lead to them asking about C. It will be Amelia and I secret. So far, she has been doing a good job of steering the conversation each time it comes up.Slowing to catch my breath, I walk the rest of the distance to Calum’s car. He doesn’t show up and when he does, he’s with Miss Gates. I swear he does it to annoy me. Or not. Whatever the case, I don’t like seeing him with her, not when we are having a fight because my brain keeps bringing up these wild conspiracy theories. I have given that man enough space to get over his anger.Calu