“Callan, that feels incredible.”
His mouth is close to my ear, his breath hot on my neck when he says, “Put your hands on the wall.”
Without question, I step away from him and do what he’s asked. He growls.
“Spread your legs.”
I widen my legs and tip my ass up to him, and I’m rewarded with a thick finger inside me. He strokes me deep, but it’s not enough. I need his cock.
“Callan, please fuck me.”
He growls and I glance over my shoulder to see him take his big, fat cock into his hand. He strokes himself. “This what you want?” he asks.
“Yes,” I murmur.
He steps up to me and positions himself near my opening. His strong fingers grip my hips, and he powers forward, filling me so thoroughly, so deeply, it steals the breath from my lungs.
His hands circle my body and he cups my breasts, squeezing them as he moves inside me. I push back, wanting him deeper, wanting everything. My God, I love this man’s cock inside me. Love the way he takes me.
“Just like that,” I say and lick my lips. My fingers claw against the tiled wall as he holds my hips tight and changes the pace and rhythm until my legs nearly give way. But he’s there behind me, holding tight so I don’t fall.
I gulp, as pleasure centers between my legs. Small ripples spread from my core, to my sex, and I clench hard around his pumping cock as the dam breaks and I release all over him.
“Fuck yes,” he says into my ear. He pulls out, slides all the way in again, and his cock swells, as he tumbles into his own orgasm. “Yeah,” he murmurs, and I look at him over my shoulder loving the look on his face when his walls crumble and he gives into the pleasure.
He lifts me to my full height, until my back is against his chest, and with his cock still inside me, he walks me backward until we’re both under the spray. My sex continues to throb, until he slides from me, and as I revel in my post-orgasmic bliss, one working brain cell kicks in.
“We didn’t use a condom,” I murmur.
He goes completely still. “Shit.” His hands go to my shoulders and he turns me to face him, and my heart clenches at the pained look on his face. “Gemma…”
“It’s okay, Callan,” I say quickly. “I’m actually on the pill.”
He exhales a fast breath, his relief palpable. “Thank God.”
The man really does not want any more kids. Maybe it’s more like he’s afraid to put himself out there again, afraid of loving and losing. After having his life ripped out from beneath him, I can understand that.
“I use a condom for other reasons,” I say.
“I’m clean, Gemma,” he says, his eyes searching my face. “I’ve not been with anyone in years, as you well know.”
My heart wobbles a little and I’m glad that I’m the one he chose to be with after all this time. “I’m clean too.”
“I know,” he says, and brushes his knuckles over my cheek, the gesture so soft and tender, my heart can’t help but want to get involved. “That was…” He gives a low, slow whistle.
“Fun,” I say.
“Yeah, but…” He frowns as his words fall off. “But it was also really…nice.”
“It was nice,” I say and go up on my toes to press a soft kiss to his mouth, tugging that luscious bottom lip between my teeth, leaving a mark on him. When I let go, he runs his tongue over his bruised lip.
“We should get a move on.”
“Wait,” I say. “It’s Sunday. When are you back to work?”
“Not until Wednesday.”
Relief races through me. It’s probably not great that I’m not ready for this weekend to be over. “Is being here keeping you from things that need your attention?”
“Well, actually yeah. It kind of is.”
My heart sinks. “If you have to go—”
He presses his fingers to my lips and chuckles. “Playing games with your family is keeping me from this,” he says and lightly runs his finger over my sex. “This is what needs my attention.”
“Oh,” I say and laugh at his playfulness. “You can give that all the attention it needs later tonight. Actually, maybe we can take the boat out this afternoon. That would be fun.”
“Look at you, wanting to get all creative.”
“I’ve got you for a little longer, Callan. I plan to take full advantage of you.”
He laughs, shuts the water off and steps from the shower. “They’re going to know, Gemma. One look at us and they’re going to know what’s been keeping us.” He wraps a towel around me and helps me out.
I shrug. “We’re adults, doing what adults do. If we have sex written all over us, then Brad really will get that it’s over.”
“Okay, then. Let’s head on down. You go ahead first. I’m going to check in with my folks and Kaitlyn.”
I dress, head into the bathroom to comb and tie my hair back, and then make my way downstairs to give him privacy to talk to his daughter. As I leave the room, I hear the pleasure in his voice as he talks to his little girl that means so much to him, and it brings a smile to my face. He’s such a great dad. I touch my stomach, wonder at the joy of motherhood. It’s something I want, something Brad and I talked about early on, before I saw his true, possessive nature.
I lightly brush my hand over my stomach, the thoughts of my own child making me smile, but that’s when a horrible thought hits. I forgot to take my birth control yesterday. After sleeping over at Callan’s the night before, and rushing to get here, it slipped my mind completely, but I’m sure we’re fine. I turn back at the foot of the stairs and sneak into the room to grab my purse. Callan is sitting on the bed, frowning, staring at the phone in his hands.
I’m about to leave but turn back around. “Is everything okay,” I ask, worry zinging through me.
His head lifts. “Kaitlyn is fine, and so are my parents.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing I can’t fix, really.” He pushes off the bed. “My babysitter messaged. She just accepted an au pair position overseas. I’m going to have to find a new nanny for the summer. I’ll put a couple calls in to the agency tomorrow morning when it opens. Not much I can do about it right now.”
I nod, and bite my bottom lip. If he was stuck, I could help out. I mean, look at how he’s helping me. It would be a good way to pay him back. I’m about to offer when my phone pings. I search my purse, but it’s not there. Now where did I put it. I thought it was in here. Callan lifts my phone from the nightstand.
“You put it here.”
“Right, I forgot.” I read my sister’s message.
Amanda: If you two can keep your hands off each other for five minutes, we’d like to get started.
I shove my phone into my purse and chuckle as heat warms my cheeks, no doubt turning pink.
“We’d better go,” I say.
Callan gives me a slap on the ass to set me into motion. We hurry downstairs and while family and friends are outside, we find Amanda in the kitchen waiting for us.
“About time,” she says, and pours us each a big mug of coffee.
“You’re the best,” I say, and she laughs as I sit to enjoy the first few sips.