My mind goes wild with the fantasies. I want to rip her apart. I want her to cry, scream, pant, and moan in pain and pleasure. More than anything, I want to hear my name on her lips when she comes all over my cock. I want to fuck her like I hate her. And then make love to her like we’ve been dating for months.
While I think about it, I jerk my cock in my hand with so much intensity that I come in less than a minute.
But then I wake up at dawn with a boner again.
Dammit!
Guess whose face is right there in my mind when I stroke myself to oblivion?
And then she is outside one morning, at dawn, walking on the beach in her lime bikini with fucking strawberries that I want to rip off her with my teeth.
Ty, Owen, and I are about to take off fishing.
“Can I come with you?” she asks.
No.
I need to think about the catch and not her half-naked body next to me.
But fucking Ty grins. “Yeah. Hop in! Maybe Kai will show you how to handle his rod.”
I want to kill him. Callie laughs and slaps him on the arm. And my face turns bright fucking red.
Ty notices. “It’s suddenly too hot in here, no?”
The motherfucker winks. And I want to wrap his blond hair around my fist and dunk his head into the water.
He is glowing, too—something must be happening with him and Dani.
I try to focus on fishing, but there are glimpses—Callie’s slender legs with scratches and sand stuck to her feet. Her already tanned skin that is in beautiful contrast with her bikini. This wouldn’t be high damage to my already fucked up mind if I didn’t catch the tiny glimpses of white skin on her breasts that are covered by the lime triangles.
Fuck.
I’ve seen her breasts before. That night of the Block Party when I made up my mind to undress her so she didn’t sleep in her own puke. Silk dress. Bra. I remember my hands hesitating when I lifted her senseless body on my bed and unclasped her bra, then turned away and pulled it off. But the goddamn thing got caught on her arm, and when I turned just for a second to free it, her beauties were staring at me. I covered her right away with the blanket. But Callie Mays’ breasts were something I couldn’t unsee for the longest time. They were like unsolicited porn images that startled me in the middle of other thoughts, however grim they were after that night.
And here she is again.
Every day.
Breakfast.
Lunch.
Dinner.
Her voice is almost tangible against my skin. Her stares at my tattoos that I catch once in a while make me tense up.
And then she sits with the girls on the beach at sunset and watches us surf.
“You have a new addition to your fanbase. Besides Kristen, of course,” Ty jokes as he paddles, lying on his board, up to me and grins. “Does she know about the accident?”
I turn away, scanning the rocks in the distance. “Doesn’t matter.”
“No?”
“It doesn’t fucking matter, Ty,” I snap. Like I need any more pity. Especially from her.
“You know, some of us lost everything after the Change.”