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“How are we going to rectify this?”
She seemed to think it over, then went limp in my arms, smiling up at me. “Tie me up.”
The idea shot off like a rocket, the image of her at my mercy, unable to stop me from playing, from touching. It was like she’d unlocked a kink I didn’t even realize I had.
“You’re sure?” My eyes were huge as I began to sink inside her, no longer able to hold back.
She nodded, wetting her lips again. I bit down on her plump bottom lip as I pulled out of her and sunk back in, thrusting as hard as I could go. She let out a tiny yelp, but her hands came up, clinging to me.
“More of that. I love when you do that, Wes.”
I didn’t have a rope, or the resolve to pull out of her at the moment, but it would have to be something we tried another time. I did, however, pull her hands above her head and hold them there as I ruthlessly fucked her. I slammed into her heat repeatedly, watching as her tits bobbed and swayed with the movement. Her ankles connected over my ass as my free hand went to her right ass cheek, where I roughly grabbed her and thrust my hips without restraint.
The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, our moans and heavy breaths mingling with the mewling sound she was making now as her climax began to build.
I gripped her wrists harder as I plunged my swollen cock so deep inside her that she let out a string of curses.
“You’re so perfect, River. So fucking perfect and so fucking mine. I can’t believe I get to wake up to this every morning,” I breathed, moments away from blowing my load inside her.
We’d been sloppy and impulsive for the last few months, which resulted in a pregnancy scare. After the test came back negative, we stopped relying on condoms and Callie went in, getting on something more effective. I was thankful, because it allowed me to fuck her bareback, and shit, that felt good, to not have to worry.
Callie screamed as her back arched, her tits pushed up against my chest, and her mouth gaped open. “Oh my—Wes. Fuck!”
She came hard, right as I did. Groaning into her neck, I finally released her hands.
Lifting off her, I carefully pushed back a few strands of hair from her forehead and relished the soft smile she gave me. I cherished her after-sex smiles, because they were unlike any other smiles she gave to me or anyone else. Dreamy, sated, as if she was high purely from my touch. It always made my chest feel warm. It was familiar and safe…like coming home.
“I have to go to work,” Callie whispered sleepily, dragging a finger down my nose and over my lips.
I did, too, but with the way the sun washed over her face, highlighting her dark lashes and skin, it was too tempting to stay here with her. All I had to do was lean in and kiss her, slide into her slick heat that’d still be dripping with my release, and we could just keep fucking.
Kissing her neck, I released a heavy breath and began to move. We had bills, and I was saving up for a ring. I had nearly all of it saved so I could buy her a ring that wouldn’t embarrass her. I knew it wasn’t going to be massive or boast that we were rich, but it would be hers, and it would remind her of us. I had the ring picked out. I just needed the last three hundred dollars to secure it, which would come by my next paycheck.
“What do you want for breakfast?” I tugged her hand, helping her out of bed. She smiled sweetly up at me, then pressed a kiss to my sternum.
“I made overnight oats, knowing you’d keep me in bed longer than I had time for.”
I smacked her ass lightly as she jogged past me and out of the bedroom. We were still in her dad’s cabin, but we’d made it ours with tiny touches and framed photos of us covering nearly every surface. We’d taken a road trip last summer and saw the Grand Canyon, and we’d come too fucking close to getting hitched in Vegas before sense returned and we started our journey back.
Callie wanted everyone there when she got married. Her dad, Red, Brooks, Hamish…even Killian. A part of me wanted that too, because as I’d grown close to Callie, I’d grown close to her family, and even Killian was like a brother to me now.
As for my own family…Mom finally left Dad. She lived in Maryland now with her sister, as did my sisters. My dad moved in with his secretary, last I heard, and the house was being lived in by my older brothers. I wouldn’t mind them attending my wedding, but they’d give me shit for not inviting my dad or not wanting to put up with my mom’s opinions regarding Callie. She’d made herself clear when she found out we were dating at fifteen. The second she made the connection to who Callie’s dad was, she began her quest to break us up.
I never once told Callie about it. It worked because my mother was always sickly sweet to Callie’s face. I’d hear all her real feelings behind closed doors.
I showered, then brushed my teeth, and by the time I had ventured back into the kitchen, Callie was tossing her hair up and sliding a mug of coffee into my hand.
“Can we go to that cute little food truck place tonight?” Callie asked, digging through her purse, probably for her keys.
I was hesitant to make any plans that included leaving Rose Ridge without consulting her dad. I realized that made me seem weak, but her dad was acting more worried than usual, and Killian had made a cryptic comment the other day about including them if we made plans to go anywhere.
They treated me like I was just her boyfriend, not a prospect or a hang-around. I was in a category reserved for family, but with that came the cold shoulder more often than I liked. I caught sight of the group attending their weekly church meetings—which was an odd term, at least in my world—but in theirs it was basically where they gathered to talk about club business. No women, no prospects, no outsiders were ever invited in. I never missed how Killian would throw a look over his shoulder when he’d head inside, and I’d be at the bar eating breakfast with Callie while she talked to Red.
He'd stare at me like I was supposed to be in there with them, like he was just waiting for me to make the decision to join. It was on my mind more than it should have been, honestly. I knew Callie wanted to leave Rose Ridge. She’d started making lists of the places we could live once we’d saved up enough. Texas was on her list, so was Kentucky, and then randomly Wyoming. No idea why. I just let her dream, holding tight to the fact that she was the dream I was following.
I took a generous sip of my coffee before responding, already feeling my gut twist with anxiety. “Maybe, let me check with work.”
She waved me off. “Okay, but fair warning, I am probably going to head to that farm store that’s on the way, regardless if we go or not.”
