Page 91 of The Wicked Love

“You are so beautiful, Becca,” Cal whispers to me as he takes a small step forward. “Trust me?”

My toes drag on the ground as I meet him halfway. “Always.”

His hooded gaze locks on to me as he lowers his lips to mine, kissing me with passion I’ve never felt, with love I didn’t know could exist. His kiss unlocks me, releasing parts of myself that were buried long ago.

He whispers against my swollen lips, “Turn around, love.”

Obeying, I’m met with my reflection, with the red splotches on my chest, my stomach, my thighs, where his touch branded me.

His length brushes my butt as he closes the distance between us. His eyes find me in the mirror, and he leans down and kisses my neck. “You have no idea how long I’ve loved you.”

A silver foil falls from his hand as he wraps himself in protection.

His gaze never falters as he whispers in my ear, “Put your hands on the mirror.”

A shiver rolls down my spine, and from the devilish smirk on his lips, he notices it. I do as he said. Walking up to the mirror, I place a hand on each side of it.

He bends down, hooks his hand under my right knee, and lifts. My leg falls on his arm as he secures me in place with his hand flat against the glass.

He lines himself up with me, already panting from the anticipation. “Do me one favor, love.”

Taunting me, he leans into me. My back curves, craving him.

“Anything.”

“Never look away.” He groans as we become one and claims me with his thrusts, with his moans, with his words.

He worships me until the only name I will ever know is Callum Jones.

THIRTY-ONE

CalLUM

My eyes bounce to the seats constantly, checking if she’s here yet.

“Jones!” Coach calls me over.

I take off running to him.

Opening game night, and I’m starting since Trent is still healing from his broken arm.

Coach grabs my helmet. “This is it, kid. Your first game for the Trenton Devils as starting QB. You’re about to become a name that everyone will want on their backs. Go out there and play like you have been these last few practices, and it’ll be clear sailing. Don’t fuck this up.” He shoves my head away.

As I’m turning, I swear I feel a flutter in my stomach. And there Becca is, the closest seat to the field, and she’s not alone.

Cade, Stella, Brooke, Sophie, and Rose are right next to her. My heart contracts, and the smallest burn ignites behind my eyes.

These are my people, my family. Gran is everything to me, and I hope I never speak to my parents again. They don’t deserve it.

But these people, this group right here, are all I will ever need. And we would never have come together if it wasn’t for the redhead in a leather jacket right next to Cade—my Stel-Bell.

A beacon of light, of honey-blonde hair, pulls my attention to her, and a smile forms on my lips as she blows me a kiss and waves.

“This is Becca.” I introduce her to the boys as I wrap my arms around her, and she leans up, smiling at me from under the hood of my Trenton U football hoodie.

Rolo is obnoxiously the first to speak, yelling over the music, “So nice tofinallymeet you.”

Followed by Chance, Donovan, and Dawson, and smiles and kind hellos come from Becca.