Sometimes Moments (Sometimes Moments, #1)(47)

“You’re not going to get it,” she replied as she lifted her hips off the blanket.

His jaw clenched as he blinked at her.

Do it. Just f*ck me, Callum. Taint our innocent times with this moment.

With a sharp inhale and a second to himself, he pulled down her jeans and underwear. The moment he had her naked, he stood up, unbuttoned his pants, and stepped out of them as well as his underwear. The light from the fire allowed her to take in the naked image of him. She admired the cherry blossoms wrapped around his arm and was just able to see the letters of her name on his wrist. Her heart ached. So instead, she kept focused on his face rather than his tattoos.

He reached down and pulled out his wallet, flipping it open and removing a condom. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest at the sight of the small package he held.

No. This has to be raw in order to taint our memories.

Peyton held out her hands. After a moment of his eyes floating over her naked body, Callum placed the condom in her palm and she threw it into the fire. He made a strangled sound, and she shook her head at him.

“I want you bare inside me,” she instructed.

Callum looked at the fire, watching the protection burn. “Peyton—”

She grabbed his hands in hers and pulled him back on her body. “I’m on the shot.”

Relief filled his eyes as he settled between her legs, and she felt him at her entrance. Then his hands were on the blanket as he held himself up. His eyelids were shut tightly, and Peyton refused to touch him. This wasn’t about feelings or a connection. It was about ruining her soul and memories.

When Callum opened his eyes, she winced the moment she saw them glaze over. It wasn’t what he wanted between them—she saw it. His watery eyes brought violent throbs to her heart, the pain spreading through her.

No.

She wanted this to be love. Seeing the vulnerability in his eyes was a glimpse of the past. Her fingers wrapped around his wrists as her thumb smoothed over her tattooed name.

“Callum,” she said.

The memory of him crying this morning flashed before. But it wasn’t a memory. It was reality. Callum, naked and beautiful, had tears in his eyes.

I want the truth.

If I can’t, I want as close to the truth as possible.

Peyton took a deep breath. “What’s the most honest and truthful thing you have ever said in your life?”

He tensed, confusion sweeping over his face. “The most honest and truthful thing?”

“Yes,” she said in a whisper.

He didn’t answer straight away. Instead, his lips pressed on hers. Kissing her slowly and passionately. Not as rough as before. More like he was savouring and treasuring her mouth.

Then he drew back and looked her in the eye. This time, she saw fear.

He propped himself on an elbow and used his hand to push back her hair before placing it back on the blanket. The different emotions that filled his eyes had her heart slowing down painfully. Waiting. His lips parted and he blinked once. Then his hips slowly thrust forward as he entered her. Stretching her.

Ignoring the pain, she concentrated on the feel of him inside her. His heavy pants mirrored hers. He stopped mid-thrust as he held himself over her. The muscles in his neck strained as he swallowed hard, but he didn’t push further, only stilling.

His eyes didn’t leave hers as he whispered, “I love you, Peyton,” and thrust hard and deep.

Her heart didn’t regain its beats. Instead, it died inside her chest.

Dropping his head into the curve of her neck, he pulled out. His heavy pants hit her skin as tears filled her eyes. Not blinking, the stars above morphed into blurry shades of black and spots of white.

“I love you, Peyton,” Callum he said breathlessly then thrust inside her, completely filling her. He stayed inside her before he said, “That’s the most honest and truthful thing I have ever said.”





“Say something,” Callum said quietly, still inside her.

Breathe. Please. Breathe.

Peyton couldn’t form words. Nothing. She kept her eyes on the night sky. With each moan of her name from his lips, she silently cried hard. She fell. Her self-control finally snapped.

Callum kept his word. Unfortunately, he didn’t f*ck her. Instead, it was slow, desperate, and passionate—something Peyton regretted. It was the final chain breaking.

I’m in love with someone who’ll break me.

Four and a half years—that’s how long it had been since she was last intimate. After Callum, she hadn’t been interested in being that close to someone again. Being close scared her. But here she lay. Callum Reid inside her. She wished that he’d screwed her hard and painfully. But he hadn’t.

Her heart was split on whether or not she loved what they did. It wasn’t like last time. There were too many things unsaid, things that hadn’t been expressed. Each time he looked her in the eyes as he entered her, there was a flash of an apology.

But then she came. And he came. Almost together, a fraction off from a perfect unison. It was like he needed to see more than just her eyes when he shouted her name one last time before he collapsed on top of her. It didn’t help that she softly begged him not to stop as she dug her nails into his wrists. She wanted to touch him more. More than just his wrists and arms. But she couldn’t. She wouldn’t allow herself more. She needed the tattooed cherry blossoms under her fingertips as he filled her. Cherry blossoms gave her hope for the truth. He’d said it himself. They were a symbol of her for him.