Tit for Tat Baby (27 page)

“Jenna, good Lord!  Oh Lord!”

She started to move him in and out of
her mouth, grasping and guiding her mouth with her hands at the base of his
shaft.  Callum fisted his hand in her hair at the nape of her neck, the
need to thrust overwhelming. Her hands started to twist as she pulled her mouth
back. Her fingers tightened as it followed just near the tip and he
shouted.  He held his breath when he felt her hands stroke over his hips
to caress and knead his ass, her mouth continuing her possession of his
shaft. 

His heart missed several beats. 
She was offering her mouth freely to his possession.  He groaned her name
and started to thrust with every forward plunge of her mouth, moaning when his
broad tip hit the back of her throat every time.  He felt the pressure
build inside him, creating a tornado of need inside him.  He pulled away
from her and pulled her into his arms, his mouth captured hers with hungry
urgency.  He started to move to the bed, but Jenna shook her head against
his lips.

“Hmm hmm.” 

He lifted his head, his eyes burning
orbs of need.  His voice was deep with passion.

“I need you, Jenna!  I can’t wait
any longer!”

“Neither can I, but I want you on the
chair.”

He smiled and turned to sit down in
the chair.  Jenna pulled away and straddled him, her knees on the chair
next to his thighs.  She leaned forward and offered him her breasts. 
His hands clamped around her hips and his lips closed around her nipple. 
He sucked it deep into his mouth, suckling hard and greedily.  He swopped
to the other and Jenna mewled.

She lifted her body over him. 
Taking his shaft in her hand she positioned him against her opening that
eagerly spread to accommodate his girth.  She pushed down slowly, her eyes
holding his captive. Callum clenched on his teeth, his jaw rigid.  His
hands clamped harder around her hips, desperate to thrust into her.  She
was taking him so slowly he was ready to explode.  He was only halfway in
when she slowly lifted her one leg and let it drop over the arm of the chair. 
Callum groaned when she sunk lower onto him immediately.

He held his breath when she lifted her
other leg with the same intention.  Callum grabbed her leg, holding it
still.

“Jenna, Baby you are going to drop down
onto me in this position.  I don’t want to … I might hurt you.”

She leaned closer and kissed him
gently on his lips.  She took his hand in hers and placed it back on her
hips.

“Control my hips if you’re scared, but
I desperately need to feel all of you.”

She let her leg drop over the chair
and immediately sank all the way down and threw her head back, biting her
lip.  She put her hands behind her on his knees, her back arched and her
breasts jutted upwards.  It was the most beautiful and erotic sight he has
ever seen.

“Callum … honey, I need you! 
Please!”

She lifted slightly and slammed back
against him, keening as his tip hit her womb.  Callum tightened his hands
on her hips and started to thrust, watching her breast jiggle and bob with
every thrust and plunge inside her body.  He controlled her movements,
forcing her to calm down, ensuring he did not hit her womb.  He did not
want to hurt her or their babies. His lips clamped around her nipple and he
suckled fervently.

Jenna cried and thrashed, Callum
thrust and groaned. Both desperate for the release that gripped their bodies in
a pressure so intense they plundered towards it in desperation.  Jenna
screamed when her core tightened.  She reached for Callum and wrapped her
hands around his neck.  She pressed down deeper onto him, her inner
muscles gripping and milking him so hard, his release rushed through him,
weakening him and drawing a hoarse shout from his lips.

Callum lifted Jenna’s legs and dropped
them on the chair beside his thighs.  He wrapped his arms around her and
drew her so hard against him, she could not breathe.  Callum could not get
enough of the woman that completely surrounded him with her softness and
heat.  He knew, he never would.

Callum
decided that no man would ever really understand a woman. Any woman, not even
the one he loved.  The day Jenna told him she would marry him and then
made love to him so passionately and wantonly, he believed she was over her
vexation.  He clearly still had a lot to learn about living with a woman
and how her mind worked.

He grunted.  Liam told him to
also take her hormones into consideration.  Apparently pregnant women were
even worse.  They blew up about nothing one moment and the next they were
all over you.  Jenna clearly was not the norm, she just blew up about
everything, but she was never all over him.  She ignored him as if he was
invisible.

The wedding was four days away and it
was clear she was not looking forward to it.  Maybe he should take her
back to the cabin on Cave Hill and force her to acknowledge her feelings for
him.  He knew she loved him which was why her continuous disinterest with
the arrangements annoyed him.

He decided not to go into the office
at all this week and spent the time with the final little things he was working
on in and around the house.  His cell phone rang.  It was
Jenna.  He frowned.

“Jenna?”

“I am going into town with
Megan.  We should be back around four.”

“Where are you going?”

She was silent for a moment and he
could see her biting her lip in his mind’s eye.  One of her pet habits
when she was pushed in a corner.

“I am going to fit my wedding dress.”

This time he was silent and then his
heart started beating a little faster.

“On second thought, maybe you should
come along so that we can make sure your suit fits my dress.  Or … are you
too busy?”

“I’ll be right there.  Do I have
time for a quick shower?”

“Yes, honey.  We’re in the den.”

Callum packed his tools away. Smiling
like a dog that just received a bone.  On the way he glanced at Jenna,
then at Megan in the review mirror.

“What if Jenna does not like the
dress?  Will there be enough time to make another?”

Megan smiled and winked at him.

“I am sure Jenna will like the dress,
Callum.  She chose it herself.”

“You did?”

Jenna sighed and scowled at him.

“Why do you sound so surprised? 
Show me one bride that would not choose her own dress.”

Callum pulled over to the side of the
road and stopped the car.  He leaned over to Jenna and pulled her into his
arms.  His lips covered hers and he kissed her with warm tenderness,
drinking from her lips with slow, deep thrusts of his tongue.  Jenna’s
tongue tangled with his.  He ended the kiss and looked deep into her eyes.

“Thank you, Baby.”

She took his face between her hands
and kissed him softly on his lips.  Her smile was warm and tender.

“Ahum … you two do remember you have a
passenger in the back seat, right?”

Callum fisted his hand in Jenna’s hair
and pulled her against his shoulder to nuzzle her neck and just held her
close.  He sighed, sat back in his seat and scowled smilingly at
Megan.  He took Jenna’s hand and placed it on his thigh.

“You could always just have gotten out
of the car and looked at the view you know.”

“Tsk … how much fun would that have
been?  I would not miss witnessing my bachelor brother coming to such a
fall for all the money in the world!”

“Just to set the record straight,
Megs, I did not come to a fall.  I came to fulfillment.”

Jenna’s heart missed a few
beats.  She was too scared to look at him. She prayed that he meant what
he said and did not just say it to soothe his sister.

The fitting went smoothly and Megan
came out of the fitting room with a wide smile on her lips.

“You, dear brother are going to be
knocked for a six on Saturday!  She is going to look absolutely
breathtaking.”

“She can wear a white sheet and she
would look beautiful.”

Jenna joined them and gestured Callum
towards the fitting room.

“I’ve selected four suits.  Now’s
your chance to play model, honeybuns.”

“Why don’t you just choose one? 
I’m not much into fitting clothes.”

“Come now, McGregor … hmm … tell you
what. I’ll come and help you change. Wou …”

Callum
had her through the door of the fitting room before she even finished the
sentence.  Megan shook her head amidst Jenna’s delighted giggles.

“What
are we doing here?”  Jenna asked walking into the cabin on Cave
Hill.  She looked around in awe.  The first time she was there it was
dark and she only saw the bedroom.

“Oh, honey, this is a beautiful
place!  Is it yours?”

“Ours.  It is ours.”

She smiled at him and walked deeper
into the large open area den, dining room, kitchen combination. There were
large floor to ceiling windows all around and you could see as far as the
docks.

Jenna stopped in front of the windows and
gazed out over the valley and the city below.  Callum wrapped his arms
around her waist and pulled her tight against his chest.  Jenna folded her
arms over his and leaned her head on his shoulder. He nuzzled her neck and
tucked her head below his chin. 

“Why are we here, Callum?”

“I want us to finalize the prenuptial
today.”

“I … thought you wanted to do it on
the day before the wedding.”

“I changed my mind. I am tired of
fighting, Jenna.  Of wondering what your mood would be like when you get
up in the morning.  Most of all, I am tired of forcing your submission
every night.”

“You’ve never forced submission from
me, Callum!”

“No?  When last have you turned
to me without me first having to break down your resistance? After the other
night, I thought all was well … and then the next morning … you ignored
me.  I don’t … I can’t live like that, little painter.  Do you … do
you resent me for getting you pregnant, Jenna?”

“What!”

Jenna pushed his hands down and swung
around.  Her eyes spat poison at him.

“How could you even think that? 
I have always wanted to have children and have become to despair that I ever
would.”

“Then why have you gone out of your
way to alienate me since you found out?”

“I have not …”

“Yes, Jenna, you have.  I had to
threaten you to get you to marry me.”

“Maybe if you bothered to ask me to
marry you, it would not have been necessary.”

Callum frowned at her, then a wry
smile formed on his lips.

“I never did ask you.  I was so
focused on marrying you …”

“And I was not alienating you because
of the pregnancy.”

“Then why?”

“Shelly.”

His frown deepened. He threw his hands
in the air and turned around.  He walked away, just to swing around and
stomp back to her.

“I broke the engagement before I came
to fetch you, Jenna!”

“But you did not tell me!  Why
Callum?  Why did you break the engagement?”

His frown turned vicious.  He
slammed his fists on his hips.

“Why do you think, Jenna?  How
could I pretend to want to marry one woman when my mind was filled with
you?  All the time.   Every moment of every day.”

“Then why did you go away with her?”

“I promised to help her and could not
just walk away.  I needed to clear my mind.  I needed to be sure what
I felt for you was more than just lust.  When you disappeared though, I
was livid. Within a day I was nearly out of my mind.  I wanted you back.
Suddenly the sky was bleak, the sun didn’t shine as bright.  You don’t
realize how much it took from me to stay away from you for nearly two weeks,
little painter.”

Callum wiped his eyes.  He turned
and picked up the prenuptial agreement from the dining room table.  He
gestured Jenna to one of the chairs and she went to sit down.  He handed
it to her.  She took it from him, but her eyes remained on him.  He
sat down on the chair next to her.  He nodded towards the contract in her
hand.

“Read it Jenna.”

“I’m … I’m not sure I am ready for
this.”

“Read it, Baby.”

Her eyes dropped to the contract in
her hands and she quickly paged through it and frowned at him when she realized
it was only a two paged contract.

“It is extremely short for a
prenuptial agreement, honey.”

Callum sighed and scowled at her.

“Just read the damn thing, Jenna!”

Her eyes dropped again and she started
reading.  Tears were running down her cheeks by the time she finished the
first page.  By the time she read the last page, she sobbed
uncontrollably.