His Red Carnation (Forbidden Blooms #1)

6. Callan

6

Callan

What an idiot. What a huge fucking idiot. My dick had completely taken over the moment Sloane climbed on top of me, her perfect body making my mind go blank. I couldn’t even last one day without fucking a beautiful girl who threw herself at me? I’ve had better self-control with strippers throwing themselves at me in alleyways. And that would’ve been a hell of a lot better than fucking the eighteen-year-old daughter of the President of the United States—the girl I was supposed to protect.

So fucking stupid. But she was too perfect, too irresistible. Maybe if I kept being an asshole, she’d lose interest. But I didn’t want to be an asshole. She was smart, funny, and so damn easy to talk to. And now I’d fucked up her first time by immediately telling her I regretted it. The truth was, I didn’t regret a thing. I wanted to live inside that girl’s pussy, worship her, lose myself in her. I wanted to disappear to fucking Fiji and spend the rest of my life following her, watching her stomp ahead of me, rolling her eyes at every step.

I’d never felt like this about anyone before. I didn’t want to just fuck her—I wanted her . I needed her. I needed her to be mine. And it was never going to fucking happen.

She didn’t say a word as she got out of the SUV, slamming the door behind her. I’d probably already fucked it all up. But I couldn’t just run after her—what would that look like to everyone else?

I needed to clear my head. But first, I had to make sure she got inside safely.

“Don’t follow me,” she snapped when she noticed I was behind her.

“That’s literally my job, Sloane,” I shot back.

She spun around, flipping her hair over her shoulder, clearly pissed; it only made me want her more.

“I’m going inside now. See? Bye.” She stormed through the side entrance of the house, disappearing from view.

I sighed heavily and made my way back to my car—my own car, a 1969 Mustang. I started the engine and drove the short five minutes to my downtown apartment, just a few blocks from where Sloane and I had fucked. I parked in the garage and headed up the elevator. My small apartment was still cluttered with boxes; I hadn’t had time to unpack since arriving in D.C. just two days ago.

Jake had called me, panicked, asking me to drop everything I was doing in Virginia to come out here. He said he didn’t trust anyone else to protect his family. And look at the great job I’d done in just twelve fucking hours.

As I took off my shirt, undressing for the shower, I was surprised to hear my phone vibrating on the bathroom counter. As much as I wanted Sloane’s scent to linger on me forever, I needed to wash away my sins in the heat of a shower. Grabbing my phone, I saw a text from her. It was an image, but my phone was locked, so I couldn’t see it right away. I unlocked it, and there it was—Sloane’s perfect, bare ass filling the entire screen. My dick instantly hardened.

A follow-up text popped up as I gaped at the photo. Next time in my ass?

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I muttered.

She was persistent, and I wanted her so fucking badly. My cock throbbed, and I knew I’d have to jerk off immediately.

There won’t be a next time, Sloane.

I grew more frustrated with each passing second, furious that I couldn’t have her the way I wanted.

?? Okay, sure. Look how long it took you to give in today.

I shook my head—she wasn’t wrong. Without replying, I pulled out my dick and started stroking myself, thinking about that perfect ass.

What are you doing? Jerking off?

I ignored her text, focusing on the image in my mind—her ass bouncing on my cock. Only a minute later, my phone buzzed again—FaceTime. Fuck it. I accepted, and her screen lit up with the sight of her perfect pink pussy, her fingers swirling around her clit. She was smiling in the background.

“You are jerking off, you pervert,” she teased.

My breathing hitched, my strokes speeding up as I watched her play with herself.

“Play with your tits,” I muttered, my voice rough.

“Bossy, huh? I thought this wasn’t going to happen again,” she teased, but still grabbed her full tit, pushing my restraint even further.

“Doesn’t count. I’m not touching you,” I responded quickly, trying to hold off my orgasm.

She laughed softly. “Still counts to me. Let me see your big cock in your hand.”

Sitting down on the closed toilet, I angled my phone to show her, but my eyes stayed glued to the screen, watching her.

“I want my mouth around it again. I want you to shove it down my throat,” she breathed, her hand slipping back between her legs.

“Fuck, Sloane,” I groaned, feeling the pre-cum drip into my fingers.

“What would you do to me if I were there right now?” Her voice turned quiet, serious, as her gaze locked with mine through the camera.

“I’d turn you around and give you another slap on your ass for trying so hard to fuck me,” I blurted out.

She giggled. “And then?”

I wasn’t going to last long. Her sweet little voice talking dirty pushed me closer to the edge. “And then I’d spread your legs, get on my knees, and taste your sweet pussy.”

She moaned, eyes fluttering shut. I watched as she brought her fingers from her pussy to her mouth, slowly licking them clean.

“I can still taste your cum,” she whispered.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Make yourself come, baby. I’m gonna explode.”

My load shot up, landing on my hand as I drained every last drop. Her moans echoed through the phone, the screen shaking, but I couldn’t see her.

Panting, I stared at my phone, waiting for her face to reappear. Finally, she came into view, smiling at me—suddenly looking a little shy.

“I want you,” she whispered, settling into her bed.

Fuck, I want her too.

“I know. I want you too,” I admitted.

She smiled wider. “I like hearing you say that. For a minute, I thought I was delusional or something,” she teased.

My jaw clenched involuntarily. “I want you. It’s just…it can’t be a thing.” As much as I fucking want it to be.

Her smile faltered, and the silence stretched between us. I wiped the cum off my hand into my boxer briefs and tossed them aside.

“I can keep a secret if you can,” she finally murmured.

I shook my head. “It’s too risky, Sloane.”

I swear I saw her eyes glisten.

“My dad’s too busy to notice anything,” she countered softly.

I sighed, shaking my head again. “Maybe. But everyone else won’t be as busy.”

She bit her lip, glancing away. “Are you married or something?”

I let out a laugh, the idea absurd. Yeah fucking right.

“No, baby, I’m not married,” I finally answered.

Her expression hardened. “Fine. I’ll make you change your mind. You’ll see,” she said with determination. “Meet me here tomorrow morning. I need another ride.”

* * *

I sat in the yellow oval room with Jake and Ana the next morning. I was tense—having to look Jake in the eye after fucking his daughter the night before had my conscience weighing heavily.

“I hope Sloane hasn’t been too much of a handful.” Jake laughed. “She’s a good girl. But she is very determined to get her way. I heard she made you take her to Crepeaway last night.”

My heart sank, and I cleared my throat, forcing a laugh. “It hasn’t been a problem. She’s…she’s a sweet kid.” My face heated up as I glanced at Ana, only to catch her giving me a knowing look.

“Good. I just worry, you know? Now that she’s eighteen, I don’t want people to think…fuck, I don’t know. I don’t want her to be taken advantage of,” Jake continued.

I nodded, taking a quick sip of my coffee. “I get that.”

I could hardly look him in the eye; this was the man who’d saved my life when we were SEALs, and I’d repaid him by fucking his daughter.

“She’s going to tour Georgetown University today. We’d love to go with her, but we have to leave for Hiroshima for the summit meeting,” Ana chimed in, resting her hand on Jake’s thigh.

Jake glanced between Ana and me. “She’s interested in women’s and gender studies,” he added proudly. “Just like Ana.”

Ana smiled and shrugged. “I know she wants to get far away from D.C. Berkeley is her top choice. You’ll probably have to take her there this spring too,” she added.

I was too afraid to ask, but I did anyway. “Has she graduated high school?” Eighteen or not, if she was still in high school, I was going to flip the fuck out.

“She finished school early in the fall. She won’t officially graduate until next month,” Ana explained.

I blinked, nodding, not sure how to process that.

Jake looked over my shoulder. “Someone’s ears must have been burning.”

I turned, and my stomach dropped. Sloane walked into the room, wearing a white crochet crop top and ripped jean shorts that clung to every curve. The same white Converse she wore while we fucked last night stood planted firmly next to me.

“Good morning, baby.” Ana reached out to squeeze Sloane’s hand.

“Good morning,” she said to her parents, then turned to me with a smile. “Hey.”

“Good morning.” I smiled back, keeping my expression polite as I willed myself to stay calm.

“I was just telling Callan that he’ll be keeping an eye on you while Daddy and I are in Japan for a few days,” Ana explained.

Sloane flashed a quick smile at her mom. “I can take care of myself. But thanks,” she said coolly, leaning against the couch beside Ana, now facing me.

“He won’t get in your way, honey. He just has a job to do,” Jake added.

Sloane shot me a grin, and as fucked up as it was, I was excited to get some extended alone time with her.

She bit her lip, crossing her arms. “Fine. But you’ll have to take me to Crepeaway again.”