I hate mornings. Because every time I wake, I’m reminded Calum won’t be there on the bed with me. All I have to remember our amazing nights are his lingering scent and the warm bed. He always sneaks off to his room before anyone wakes.  Today, I’m particularly cranky because I’m losing sleep. It’s bad for me but midnight is our best time together. In school, we can’t get too close and there’s so little time between the drive to school. After getting dressed, I stomp out of my room. Dad stopped asking if I needed a ride since the new term began, he knows Calum will handle it. Calum’s door opens. We stare at each other, then he pulls me into his room. His lips are on mine before the door fully shuts. My brain falls asleep and my hands slide into his shirt. He groans into my mouth but I only kiss him harder. I know how much he loves it. “What was that for?” I breathe out, mouth so close t

I wake up in the morning feeling less bold than I did when I sent those videos yesterday. Dinner was uneventful. Calum was well behaved. He didn’t send another text except to wish me goodnight.After final touches to my face, I grab my backpack and head to Calum’s room. I knock once. He opens up with a grin, shaggy hair falling into his eyes. I glance at the stairs first, then whisk his hair from his forehead. Without notice, he drags me into his room and locks the door. Strolling to the study table with his laptop, he bends over and starts typing on it. I pout at his hunched frame. No morning kiss? “Feeling better?” he throws over his shoulder. “Yeah. Much.” I’ll never underestimate the power of a good night’s rest. I bridge the short distance between us, one hand on his waist as I peek over his shoulder. He shuts his laptop before I see what he’s working on. “How about you? Had a good nigh

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

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

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