Keeping it in the Family (Alvis & AndNich123)

"You got it babe." James promised her, hands clapping onto her hips, and holding her in place to be able to hammer into her more effectively. Smooth and slick and warm, it was a perfect fit around his cock. Karl was the last thing on his mind at this point, though he could still see how turned on he was at the thought of having Callie again. Karl tossed his shirt aside, adn popped the catch on his pants, shoving them down as fast as he could, kicking them free, and stepping forward to feed his cock into Callie's eager mouth. Karl groaned, backing his hips up some, but timing his push back in with James' thrust. It was bouncing Callie between them, spitting her on both cocks. Karl was eager, ready, but he lacked the same kind of...enthusiastic energy that James did. For him, it was just a chance for some wildly hot sex with a chick that he'd lusted after for awhile and only had once. For James...it was something entirely different.

“Oh yes.” James had his warm hands on her hips so that her body would be at the mercy of him and his cock as he plunged deeply. Her words a simple groan that she repeated over and over until Karl’s length passed between her lips. At that point, all she could do was produce a low growl from her throat that vibrated along Karl’s length as she bounced back and forth between the men and their dicks. Her hands gripped the bed gathering the comforter beneath her. James was hitting all the right spots to drive her wild, and she knew at this rate her body would give in to him further still. She wanted to, but she also wanted this to intense. She finally had both men in the same room with her again, and she remembered what happened last time. She wanted that again. Though her heart had been broken that day, she was whole now, and she had often thought about the pleasure they had filled her body with as they filled her holes. Her pussy stretched as wide as it could around James’ cock. It wasn’t forced. She was molded to him as if made just for him. Even her clit responded to his touch, his balls slapping against her with every thrust. Her nipples hard and swinging wildly as both men used her body. This was what she wanted. This was what she had dreamed about.

She suckled Karl’s dick with a burning deep in her belly wanting to taste him, but she wanted so much more from him. His dick would be in her pussy before this night was over. She was certain of that. He wanted it too. There was no need for words. Her head turning from side to side as she bobbed along his shaft working him effortlessly. Her green eyes never leaving him. Even when her moans from the severe fucking James was pounding her with would well up and escape her throat, she kept him buried there and her eyes to him. She released his dick only once, but replaced her hand there balancing on the other one. “You want pussy Karl? You want my ass James?” She didn’t wait for an answer before shoving his dick back in her mouth. The tip of his cock pressing into the back of her throat hard. She knew he felt it. She could see it in his eyes. He could see her lust in hers.

The sight of Callie wrapping her lips around Karl's cock was...interesting to say the least if James was being honest with himself. A part of him wanted to beat Karl's face into a bvloody paste on the floor for touching Callie, even given their past history. But at the same time, seeing her like this was also exhilerating in a way, making him pant, and pick his pace up. Karl matched the pace, his eyes rolling abck into his head as he felt Callie's throat around the head of his cock. Gods, she was still damned good at this. He'd have to ask James someday if she'd been this good naturally, or if he'd taught her. Still. It had been awhile for him, since James had beat the hell out of him at that party. He let out a groan. And then Callie paused in her work, seeming to insist on being doubled up on again. The very thought of that turned him on even more. James reached down, his fingers finding Callie's clit and rubbing at it, pushing her on more. He wanted her cumming on his cock before he'd agree to let Karl in her. And he wanted Karl to get off first, to drag this on a little. ANd Karl was certainly not going to be cumming inside of Callie. Not so long as James was there. Callie was his. And that was that.

Both men were using her body, pushing her to very limits of ecstasy that she had never felt before. Every pore vibrant, alive, and tingling. She swallowed, closing her throat tight around his cock once more. Then againg, and again, and again. She was massaging him, almost milking his shaft for his seed. Her eyes still fixed to him. Making him cum was her primary goal. The only thing distracting her was James. Sweet James. He was touching her clit. The sensations he was causing to grip her body an flood through her pushed her to work faster on Karl’s cock. Her lips a slippery mess with her own drool as she raced up and down his meat. Cum for me Karl, her mind screaming this new mantra. “I want to taste you! Fucking cum!” The only break he would get from her hot mouth was for her to shout her desires to him. James kept manipulating her already sensitive, swollen, tortured clit, and her body was going to answer. Her hips grinding, circular motions, eating James’ cock just before her pussy took hold of him. Her deep, almost primal groans reverberated up Karl’s dick as she didn’t stop trying to pull his cum from him. She lowered her head as much as she could with her mouth still attached to him, pulling his length down slightly with her before rising up to take all of him. Her pussy had exploded on James, coating him, dripping down to the bed below. Her juices seen on her inner thighs as well. She had not just cum. She had squirted, erupted in a heat of passion. Now her attentions were fully on Karl and his massive dick in her mouth. She would taste his cum. It wasn’t a question of if. It was only when.

Callie cumming on his cock...again...made James puff out a breath, wanting to cum in her again, to show her how much he wanted her, how much he wanted to be with her permanently. He was damned sure he wasn't going to be able to let her go again, or if he did, that it was going ot be the hardest thing he ever did. Karl's eyes were rolling up into his head as Callie went to town on his cock, doing more in a few minutes than he'd had in weeks. Gods she was hot and fiery. When she started to swallow on his cock, working it, and moaning to vibrate his member in her mouth, he all but went into a convulsion. When he came in her mouth, he came long and hard, firing more into her mouth in that one instant than he thought was possible. Groaning as he emptied himself into her, he staggered back, sliding out of her mouth.

"Holy fucking shit." Karl gasped. James just nodded to him, and then gestured towards teh bed. Karl nodded, and moved forward, laying down, his cock still wet with Callie's saliva. James reached down and lifted Callie off of the bed. He dropped her down onto his cock a few more times, grinding into her. He saw Karl looking more and more annoyed, knowing that James was stalling. James moved over, sliding out of Callie, and setting her astride Karl. A moment later, James was pushing into Callie's ass. Once he was in, Karl pushed up into her from below, completing the gesture once again.

She tasted Karl’s seed as he exploded in her mouth. He was so hot and thick. She didn’t swallow all of it though. She kept it her mouth moaning as James continued to ravage her pussy hard. He didn’t want to let go. He wanted to keep fucking her hard, and she knew it as she felt the heat coming from his body. Her head laying back against his body as he picked her up drawing the two even closer together. She knew Karl had a front row seat to seeing his dick plunging into her pussy, and she knew Karl wanted it. Oh the frustration he must have been feeling watching this. She smiled at the very thought as James held her tight, his pace fast as he was taking all that he could get from her. A groan of protest as he withdrew from her even though she knew why. He saddled her over Karl, and she reached down lining his dick up with her pussy.

She slide down slowly to him opening her mouth so he could see his own cum in her mouth. Her tongue coated, she swirled it around and teased her own lips before swallowing it all. Her mouth wide open to show him it was all gone, she leaned down whispering in his ear, “you taste so fucking good baby.” Her hands laced through his hair roughly just before she felt James stretch her tight ass open. Nobody had been there since their last encounter, and fuck he felt incredible. Her cries were not of pain. Sheer, utter, and outright pleasure as he invaded her tight hole. “Fuck me boys. Together. Fuck me hard. Make me cum.” She pulled Karl’s hair, and threw her hands to the bed. Loose strands of his hair landing on the bedding. Her back arched as she reached for James’ hands. Using them as if they were her own, she rubbed her breasts, pinching her nipples, touching her skin. Her eyes to Karl as he bucked up into her already wet pussy. “That’s right baby. Fuck my pussy. You want it. You like my tight pussy.” Her head turning slightly to feel James so close to her. “Tear my ass up baby. Rip me in fucking half.” She teased them, taunted them, and let them know exactly what she wanted. When the time came for them to cum, she knew exactly what she would want from them.

The way she moved herself, the way Callie was throwing herself into this night, it was getting mroe adn more to James. It was getting harder and harder not to do something incredibly memorable. The knowledge that Karl was in her galled him somewhat, and there was that moment of thought of simply caving in Karl's head with repeated blows. James was not a violent man by nature, though Callie might argue against that after their recent history. But Karl seemed to set off a lot of bells by being here. James had the thought that despite everything, he didn't really want him here. He didn't want to share Callie with anyone. But the sheer feeling of tightness around his cock caused by doubling up on Callie was a sensation that he knew he'd never find anywhere else. So to have that feeling, he'd have to simply suffer through it.

Well, suffer wasn't the right word as he groaned out feeling Callie pushing herself into both of them. Her hands guiding him to her body made him lean down, teeth on her skin once more, biting down on her. As he drew back, his teeth dragged across her body, leaving a bright red spont on her. James timed each moment to thrust up into Callie as Karl pushed into her from blow. Stuffing her completely with every motion that they made. Karl was gasping, moaning, blown away by what was happening. He'd not really been prepared for the difference between forcing the issue with Callie and havin her as a not only willing, but eager participant in everything. He leaned up to kiss her neck, then try to steal a short kiss from her once more, but the way James was pounding into her always kept her lips just out of reach.

His teeth sank into her flesh again, and all she could think of, all she hoped for, was did he draw blood? Did he leave a mark on my body? Was he marking me as his? She turned her head whispering out to him, “I am your slut James.” She looked back down at Karl. The look of euphoria on his face as he pushed his cock up into her pussy was surely a sight. She grinned at him as his cock speared into her. “Fuck Karl. You’ve gotten better.” She had to have more of them. She wanted them push every inch of their dicks deep inside her. She wanted her pussy, her body, to ache from the fucking these two were giving her. They both moved in unison, filling her, but she wanted something more, something different.

She guided James’ hand to her throat and pressed his fingers slightly in. Her other moved from his to reach for Karl’s. She quickly lead his hand to a nipple. She nudged him to pinch it roughly. There was no softness in her touch, in her manipulations. She wanted him to be as harsh as he wanted. In fact, her hands, her body , were practically begging him to be. Again her fingers pressed James’ fingers into her throat holding them there. She gasped for air as her face turned red. As she released, a smile plastered across her face. She did not look to either man. “Just like that baby. Can you do that for me?” Her fingers using Karl’s as her own, she sent agony through her breast as she squeezed her nipple with his fingernails digging in deeply. “Fuck yes! Just like that Karl!” She quickly brought James’s hand up to her lips kissing in before returning it to her throat. “Come on baby. Make me cum. Make me scream. Fuck me boys. Give it to me good.” Her hand free of Karls, she reached back feeling James’ body. The touch of his warm, sweat covered skin was exhilarating. She found his hair and laced her fingers into it pulling. Callie knew what she wanted, and she knew these two were the ones to give it to her.

Karl grinned, loving the encouragement that he was getting. And for James, he was barely able to believe it. But then, this night had been a hell of a wild ride so far. He'd done everything he could think of doing with Callie, and it had been exactly what he'd needed to get himself back in a proper mindset. He only hoped it had done the same for her. He knew that after a night like this there really was no going back. He'd never get her out of his system after something like this. Not if lived for a centurey after this, and never saw her again.

He felt her lips on his hand, before she relaeased it. This time he needed no encouragement. His hand spread wide, wrapping around her neck almost fully, and squeezing, his fingers pressing in to constrict her air far more effectively than when she'd led him to it. If he'd known he'd be up to things like this, he'd have brought some tools with him, things to enhance the moment. But he'd make do, and do so damned fine if he did say so himself.

His hips picked up speed a bit more as Karl twisted the nipple between his hands, no restraint, no gentle touch this. Just raw aggression and lust, wanting to give Callie what she needed, so that she might in turn give him what he needed. It was a good arrangement really. He gasped as he felt the pace quicken, the feel of the whole situation overwhelming. He felt himself start to pulse, to swell inside of her. He wasn't thinking of anything aside from how good this was going to feel. James on the other hand, was starting to feel the subtle difference when Karl was getting close. His mind raced. He left it as long as he could, but when he knew the other man was about to explode, James gripped Callie and lifted her up off of the othert man, the cock slipping free to spill out onto Karl's body. He gave a bark, and grit his teeth, cumming hard himself into Callie. He shuddered, the sheer volume of what he'd been doing finally catching up to him as he lowered Callie towards the bed.

Callie gasped feeling his fingers press deeply into her throat. Her eyes wide opened as she starred out into nothing struggling to take precious air into her lungs. She became more aware of the cocks fucking her pussy and ass. Every movement, every vein, it all seemed more prominent to her now. She wanted to moan and scream out, but it was a feat she was not able to accomplish at the moment. She slammed her body into them both with the rhythm they had created. Karl squeezed her nipples, and through her battle to breathe, she gave up and cried out loudly. She couldn’t see his face, but she imagines the smile that certainly must be plastered all over it. She could feel Karl nearing his climatic end, and that thrust her forward even more so. Her body needing, begging for such a sweet release despite the activities thus far. She wanted to cum. She need to cum. It was her declaration to them both that she loved and desired what they were doing to her. She had to have their cocks fucking her. She was their fucktoy, for their enjoyment, and so much more.

James was gripping her body firmly, kneading the skin. There was so much going on with her body, she was never allowed a moment where she didn’t feel something. She didn’t want that either. Her mind willing them to keep going. She didn’t care if Karl came in her pussy. She didn’t care if he came on her body. She just wanted to know, to feel him release. She wanted the same from James. To know that her body had brought him to that point once more. Her own body building, working so hard for the orgasm that was hers’, she grunted as James lifted her from Karl. Her pussy protesting, wanting a cock shoved back in there fucking her, she screamed out loudly as her body came with James filling her ass. Her legs jerking about, trembling as shivers of lust over took her. Even her arms twitched with the passion of the moment. Her pussy juices spilled to the bed as she came hard. “Fuck yeah James!” It was all she said. Breathless. Exhausted. A smile played on her lips as she lay there reveling in her own bodily fluids and James with his cock still in her ass plugging up the load he had just shot in her ass.

Karl didn't look upset, just less satisfied than he had thought he would when Callie was taken from him, moments before he'd been able to cum. James was setting Callie down on the bed, easing out of her ass. He looked over at Karl, and gestured with his head to the door. Karl shook his head. James just cocked and eyebrow, and as he rubbed Callie back gently, he made a fist with his free hand. It was a silent threat. Leave, or it would get unpleasant. Karl scowled, but knew that he had to be careful. James would not hold back any kind of violence on account of Callie, and he didn't have a lot of confidence in her being either willing nor able to reign James in. So he rolled over, and grabbed a pillow case from nearby and cleaned himself off. He tossed the cloth aside as he started to get dressed, muttering.
"Be seeing you around Karl." James said to him noncommittally. Karl mumbled, and then left the romm. James smiled down at Callie a moment, before leaning down and kissing the side of her neck. "Be right back babe." He murmured to her. He head for the washroom, wanting just a little bit of a clean up.

Callie lay there looking up, watching Karl dress and leave. She knew James was behind it, and frankly she didn’t give a shit. She had already had to pleasure of two cocks fucking her. So it didn’t matter to her in the slightest if Karl left or not. She had what she needed. Literally. The only regret she had was the fact that her pussy wasn’t as filled with cum as her ass was now. She would have loved to have been squishy by both men, but she would be more than happy to settle with James’ load in her ass.

“Alright,” she whispered as he got up and headed towards the washroom. When she heard the door close, Callie sprang up from the bed quickly looking around. “Where did I put it,” she whispered. “Where is it? Damn it. I know I put it. Ah! Here it is.” She smiled picking up the strands of Karl’s hair she had ripped out. Quietly she slid from the bed and tip toed over to her clothes where she stuffed the hairs into her purse. “This will have to do. I have to prove it. It just can’t be,” she kept mumbling. “It just can’t be. “ She simply wasn’t listening to what James was doing anymore. Her thoughts focused on her plans and what she needed to do as she stood there with her hand still in her purse.

James tossed water on his face, clearing the sweat, and shaking his head. His body felt...drained. But then he'd cum so many times he was surprised that he was able to even walk at this point. But it seemed that he was still as resilient as he used to be. Or Callie just kept him keyed up almost constantly. He wasn't going to rule out either option. He wanted pants, so took a step to get out of the bathroom. he could hear Callie talking to herself. Or at least he thought it was to herself. Words came to his ears faintly, adn he leaned against the frame of the fdoor, taking in the room. He hadn't missed it. Callie had torn a clump of hair right out of Karl's head, any more and she'd have torn a part of his scalp off. And now the hair was gone. And she was muttering. Bells started to go off in his head.

"What can't be Callie?" He asked her. There was no threat in his voice, just flat curiosity. He had come to terms with the idea that threats rearely, if ever, actually worked on her. So now it was a time to get some answers.

His voice made her jump, and Callie put her purse behind her back. “James. You startled me. You shouldn’t sneak up on me like that,” she forced a laugh as she talked. “It can’t be this late. I noticed the time, and it can’t be this late.” Her mind had raced into a lie, and one that held some truth. Time had severely passed, and it was shocking how late it really was. “So do you feel better now? Would you like to get some sleep? Go for a bite to eat? Anything? Maybe another round,” she said with a smirk raising an eyebrow. Callie was unsure of how much he had heard or what he was thinking.

She took a deep breath and laid her purse on the nightstand in the room. “Well then James. I think we should both get some sleep. It’s not like we haven’t had an eventful evening. I hope it was everything you wanted. I know it was everything I wanted.” Again there was so much truth behind her words. “Come on,” she said reaching out and taking his hand. “Let’s go to bed.” A smile on her face, she remembered asking him about sleeping in his bed at the house. “Do you mind if I sleep in your bed James?” She kissed his hand as her green eyes starred into his.

James listened as she spoke. So many words, so much promise in them. ANother round. Gods, she was insatiable it seemed! But the Gods knew he was tapped out for now. Not even Callie would likely be able to bring him back around at this point. But it was still a tempting offer. ANd then he had an inkling about what it really was. A smoke screnn. She was trying to fog things. And as she kept speaking, he felt himself growing more and more sure that she was indeed trying to keep him from pursuing the line of questions.

"Sleep is..a good idea. And I've no problem sharing a bed with you Callie. You'll always be welcome there with me." He said calmly, honestly, and with a smile, moving closer to the bed. The room did have two doubles in it, typical hotel, but he moved to the one that hadn't been used for a huge bucket of sex, half covered and stained with the results of that. He felt her lips on his hand, adn looked her right in the eye. There was no malice, no accusation, only honest curiosity. "But you didn't answer me Callie. What can't be?"

“It can’t be this late. That’s what I meant James.” She shook her head smiling at him. “Sleep is not only a good idea, but it’s one that I’m afraid I can’t say no to.” She yawned looking at the bed. There was no doubt it was important to her that she had to convince him to relax and go to sleep. “Would you like me to rub your shoulders? Maybe that will help you relax a little more. I want you to drift off to dream James.” She had to have him drift off to sleep. Callie knew exactly what her plans were, and for James to be in the loop was not part of them.

She sat down on the bed next to him nudging him to turn so she could give him a massage. Her own battle with sleep was more than clear. The nights events coupled with the fact that she was indeed pregnant were taking a heavy toll on her. “I’ve had so much fun tonight James. You’ve given me the night I wanted for such a long time. You’ve been like a dream. All of this. Being with you, this hotel room, the feelings being allowed to run free, it’s all been like a dream. That’s the only way I know to describe,” she confided in him as her hands began to work his muscles. “After this, why don’t you go take a hot bath. Relax. Soak. I’ll turn the bed down and join you. That way we can sink into bed together exhausted.” Plans. All part of her plans.

James just watched her a moment. His mind was still buzzing from all the waves of sex that they'd gone through. But there was still a core of his awareness that knew she was trying to play him. After al, he heard more than just that it can't be. And he was going to make a few statements. Gods knew that he was running a pretty horrible risk by doing so, since he didn't t alienate her. But he had to have some truth from her.
"You wouldn't have to prove what time it is Callie." He pointed out. Then he paused, and kept going. "You weren't lying when you told us that you were pregnant, were you? That's real. And...there isn't a random guy that you fucked either is there?" He asked her. His body was trembling just slightly, fear nerves and anticipation running a war within him. If it was true, if she was pregnant...Gods, things were so stacked in favour of it being his it wasn't even funny. Not a joke, not a chance. A child. ANd from between them. He wasn't sure ecatly how to take it all really. Other than that he had to know for sure now.

‘Oh great,’ she thought. James wasn’t going to let this go. It was slowly becoming clear, and a sense of dread began to take over. She sighed heavily, and shrugged her shoulders. It was finally time. The truth had to be told at some point. Well, at least as much as she was willing to say. She quickly darted over towards her pile of clothes picking them up. “James,” she began, the anger clear in her voice, “Yes! Alright? Yes I am pregnant. I have a baby growing inside me.” She continued to get dressed as she spoke. “As for the random guy, that’s where you are wrong! Well, partially. I did fuck some guy, but he wasn’t random . He was someone I thought I knew. Someone I thought cared about me, but he didn’t. He was a monster. So now I’m left to deal with all of this on my own. I don’t want to get rid of my baby. I will have this baby and raise this child. I don’t need his help. I don’t want his help. He can just stay away.” She was dressed by the time she finished her rant, but there was still one more thing she had to say. “James, I….this isn’t your baby.” She walked over and grabbed the doorknob, turned it, and opened the door. “Come on James. You did teach me how to fuck. Why is it so hard to believe that I could spread my legs like the whore you treated me like and let someone else take me?” With that last statement, she walked through the door slamming it behind.

Once she reached the parking lot she remembered they had come over in his car. Her car was still back at the night club where he had found her. She put her hand over her face as she couldn’t fight her tears. Looking up, through them, she whispered. “Tell me now James. How does it feel to have your heart ripped out? That’s exactly what you did to me when you raped me. Payback is a bitch. So am I.”

Each word was like a blow to him. James was not a stupid man, and he could see what these words were costing Callie, and the the toll was horrific to watch. With all that had happened, he'd thought...that maybe, just maybe...she'd made some kind of peace with what had happened to her. But now he knew better. The wounds were still raw and open, not healing properly. It may have been that she had been building to this night as a way of making it all the harder on him. But she was suffering the same brunt as he was. The last came when she was about to walk from the room. It wasn't his. As she shut the door, adn left the room, James was left standing, trying to flounder into something that resmebled motion. Pants. He needed pants before he tried to go out after her. And he was going out after her, that much was for damned sure. He had no idea what he'd do when he found her, but he was going out there.

Pants secured, he pulled a shirt on, still a little displeased at how loosely it fit. Too much weight gone. He'd need to get himself back in good shape. But that was a secondary concern at this point. Time to find Callie. She was all that really mattered in the moment. He came out of the room, eyes tracking around the parking lot. And then he saw she hadn't gone far really. Tear in her eyes, he still felt hollow. So much of what she'd said made it seem as though it had been his child, but then she'd flatly denied it. Which words were true, which was spite adn rage left over from the whole experience? He had no way to be absolutely sure. He came close, hands moving as though to rest on her shoulders, but hesitating. Even after all that had happened tonight, all of the sex and passion this one moment meant at least as much to James. What could he say? What could he do?

Any kind of apology would just sound like so much trite and false intent. And she deserved better.
"A bitch of my own making. It feels just like you said. Tearing out a piece of my heart. I love you Callie. I might have had the dumbest ass way of finally breaking down to show it, I mean really damned stupid, but...I can't take back what I did." He was quiet a moment more. "Tell me honestly that it isn't mine. That you just took another guy for spite or distraction. That there was another monster." His voice was gentle, his hands continually looking like they wanted to rest on her, pull her close, offer her some kind of comfort, but never quite having hte nerve to do so.

She didn’t even hear him approaching. So wrapped up, so lost in her own thoughts of revenge and payback. So much in her own world of pain and regret. He was right with what he said. She was a bitch, forged from the very situation he thrust upon her. How dare he try to be kind now. How dare he even speak to her. She clenched her teeth in anger as she spun around to face him. “No James! You can not take back what you did! You did it! You raped me, and you held me there against my will. I trusted you. I love you, and you abused it all. Even when I began to forgive you, because I was trying to do something that would save our relationship and get away, you and Karl both had your way with me. Your fun!” She shoved him hard surprised by her own strength and emotions.

She straightened her back, bowing up to him literally. “It. Is. Not. Your. Baby! I told you already. There was a man. A very kind, gentle man that I thought I knew. I thought he loved me. I know I love him. He abused my trust, my feelings for him, everything. He broke my heart. I’m still trying to pick up the broken, shattered pieces of it in fact. I will not give up my baby. I don’t see this as his baby. No. I see this as my baby.” She shoved him hard once more. “Just stay away! You had your one more night. Now it’s over! You hear me James,” she screamed pushing him over and over, forcing him to step backwards. “It’s over! You don’t see me. You don’t talk to me. You don’t even come looking for me. You got that?” In a fit of uncontrolled rage, she slaps his face hard. “It’s not your baby James. Another man fucked my pussy and dumped his load deep inside me.” Leaning in to his face, she whispered, “His cock was where your cock once was. How does that make you feel to know another man’s dick was deep in the pussy you want so badly?” She leaned away from him trembling for finally unleashing all her pent up feelings towards him. Did she feel any better for it? No. “Goodbye James,” she said as she turned to walk away. She was heading for the street intent on walking back to the club. Maybe she would catch a ride with someone. She didn’t care how, but she was getting away from him.

James mood and face darkened as she went on her tirade. Old instincts, dark ones, came back to the surface. After all this. All that had passed between them this night...she was going back down this path. And what was more, he could get the feel that she was deliberately trying to wound him with how she spoke and moved. She wanted to twist the knife, drive it deep. Spite, it seemed, had become something that she was able to channel with excellent skill. His hands clanched at his his sides, before his head snapped to the side as she slapped him. All his instincts were screaming to grab her, to slap her back, to bend her over the car and fuck again right there, and damn the consequences. He let her finish, but this time, the last few phrases she spat at him weren't digging into him. They were stoking the fires of his own anger.

As she began to stalk away, his anger cooled abruptly. It didn't fade away. It wasn't gone. It was simply cooling, annealing into something cold, sharp adn hard, something that he could use, something he could wield. He opened the door on his car and very calmly popped the truck. He went back to it, adn took out th tire iron, and the few other tools that were in it, tossing them into the back seat. He nodded, before taking a few jogging steps to get to Callie. His arm went around her, adn he hoisted her up off her feet.
"See, I'm done taking thta kind of shit from you now." James annoced calmly, carrying her a few steps back to the car and tossing her into the trunk. He slammed it shut afterwards with a nod. He leaned down, puttign his face close to the metal so she'd still hear him. "Thought we were past this Callie girl. But apparently not. So we're going to go for a little ride." He got back in the car,a dn started the engine. There was a satisfied smile on his face, and he felt...hungry. That sense of control, of right, was coming back to him now. The night was still getting better. He pulled out of the lot, adn made his way towards a little apartmetn he'd been setting up for himself.

She had paid him no attention until she felt his arm around her. “James! What the hell are you doing?” She was able to kick freely as even in his smaller state he was able to lift her with little effort. There was strength, a power in his arms, and an emotion running through him that she could feel. He seemed clearly out of control, but with his aggressive nature, she could feel his anger. Anger? Why in the hell was he angry? What he heard? Too bad! That does not give him the right to treat me this way! He was carrying her, and in time at all, he threw her with no mercy into the trunk and slammed it shut.

She listened to his words. After he finished, she banged the trunk with her palm. “What the HELL are you talking about James? You can’t do this to me! I’m pregnant! You can’t throw a pregnant woman in a trunk! If I lose this baby, it will be YOUR fault!” She could hear the car roar to life, and knew he wasn’t kidding. Where the hell is he going? She knew he couldn’t be going back home. Mom and dad would kill him if they knew he put her in the trunk. It made no sense. They were already at a hotel. Maybe he’s taking me to another hotel, she thought. Fine. When we get there, I’ll get out, smack him over the head, and get the hell away from him. She knew she still loved him. Maybe I went too far in making him hurt as much as he hurt me. That’s no excuse! He seemed like his old self when he was carrying her. Memories of their together in the house the first day came flooding back to her. The memory of how he tied her to the pool table and took her made her cringe. Something had clearly taken James over, and she was filled with fear. She couldn’t help but be aware of the wetness growing between her legs though. NO! I will not be aroused by my sick brother. Brother. Fuck. I haven’t thought about him in that way in a long, long, long time. Brother. James is my brother, and he fucked me hard tonight. He won’t do it again.

James was still smiling, hearing the protests from the trunk. On some level she was right. Stuffing a pregnant lady into a trunk was not really the best idea for her. But then it wasn't his baby. She'd made that clear. So what did it really matter? He'd settle the score with her again, he had to. He let his breath out in a long, slow sigh that was settling his mind into a more concrete and poised form. He was getting to be himself again, more and more with each passing moment. All that there was to contend with was that which was in front of him Or rather, behind him, still nto happy about the trunk.

James fought the urge to just put everything behind them both, adn just keep driving, head out of town, see about a new life away from everything. But then, that wasn't an option. Not yet. But maybe later? Who was he kidding, it was getting clearer to him that Callie might never be his, not really, but a part of him couldn't let it go, and that part was still very potent in his mind. He pulled into the parking garage at the building that he was staying in now and again. A nice basement apartment, one out of the way. And what was more, it was away from prying eyes enough that he could come and go as he pleased without an issue. He pulled the car to a halt in his parking space.

Getting out of the car, he moved behind the car, adn let out a breath. He popped the trunk, but took a long step back, so if Callie came out flailing and fighting he'd be out of reach. But he was also close enough to be able to make a grab for her and keep her under control. She was not getting away from him.

She felt the car come to a halt. Feeling around in the dark, she looked for something she could use as a weapon. James was smart though. There was nothing there. She heard him open and close his door and the muffled footsteps coming around the car. Had he taken her back home? No. Certainly he wouldn’t be that stupid to drive her back home, where mom and dad were, in the trunk. They would have his head on a platter for that. The might be angry and disappointed with her, but she was still pregnant with their grand-child.

The trunk opened, and the light filtered in. Bright beyond belief, but she was quick to kick and swing. As the realization she wasn’t connecting with anything hit her, she was able to look around clearly. Proving again how smart he was, James had taken a step back. Good move on his part. She would have choked him if she could. “You stupid fuck! What in the hell is the matter with you? You don’t put a pregnant woman in the trunk of a car! You don’t put a woman in the trunk period you stupid jerk!” She took a quick look around as she managed to climb out of the trunk. Nothing looked familiar. “Wh-Where are we? James? What’s going on?” She took another look around. A parking garage? “I don’t know what you’re up to, but I’m out of here. Don’t you dare try to stop me, and don’t you dare touch me. You got that? This silly little game you’re playing is over. I’m going to get a cab, go get my car, go home, and tell mom and dad good-bye. This was a stupid idea to come home. I’m done James.” She starts to walk away.

Dark. It was all he could think of himself right now. There was a simmering anger, a rage like winter. There was no reason to it, it simply acted from it's nature. And there was no point in fighting it, and what was more, James didn't want to bother. Don't dare? Dare? As though she had any call to dare or not dare him to do anything. He body was in motion before he realized what was happening. His hand dropped sharply onto the top of her head. His hand closed, gathering her hair into a tight mass in his hand, and he jerked her back, unbalancing her, keeping her up only by the anchor point on her head.
"Don't put a pregnant woman in the trunk? What does it matter to me? after all, it's not my baby, remember? And this silly little game, it's not over until I fucking well say it's over. And there's still a game or two left to be played out." He hissed at her, all that aggression seeping out in that moment. His other arm looped around her neck, adn he dragged her back across the garage, not really caring about any other potential issues that he might have.

He shoved the door open that led hjim into his basement apartment, adn then half pushed Callie into the main room of the place. The lights came up, showing a sparesely furnished room. James had not really been making this place terribly homey, just a place to hide out in. And now he had every good reason why he'd be here.