His Red Carnation (Forbidden Blooms #1)

8. Callan

8

Callan

I didn’t know why I kept saying yes to situations I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist. And now, here I was, sitting on Sloane’s bed, just inches away from her as she streamed Jurassic Park on her laptop. She wasn’t even born when that movie came out. I shook my head at myself, fucking pissed that I’d let this happen—I was falling for the President’s eighteen-year-old daughter, the very girl I was supposed to protect. And not just any girl—she was the daughter of my Navy SEAL shipmate, someone I’d known for twenty years. Fuck.

We watched the movie in silence, side by side, and the tension between us was undeniable. She kept her promise—not once did she try to touch me. And somehow, I hadn’t touched her either. But when thunder suddenly roared outside, making Sloane jump, she laughed at herself and glanced at me. She was so damn beautiful, it felt criminal. And it wasn’t just her looks—her soul felt older than eighteen. I had no doubt she was smarter than me. What the hell did I know, anyway? So what if I had a master’s degree and was a fucking Navy SEAL? The woman sitting next to me could start and end wars if she wanted. She could do anything without breaking a sweat. And I was crazy about her.

So it didn’t surprise me when my hand slipped onto her thigh after she jumped from the thunder. I kept my eyes on the screen, but I could see her glance at me from the corner of my eye. I was too afraid to look at her because I knew that if I did, I wouldn’t be able to resist kissing those perfect, full lips.

As we watched Jeff Goldblum almost die, Sloane gently rested her head on my shoulder, her hand slipping on top of mine that was still on her thigh. I’d already broken my own rule, so why was she still holding back? I couldn’t focus on the movie anymore—all I could think about was the smell of her vanilla-scented hair and the warmth of her hand on mine.

“Callan,” she whispered.

I shut my eyes tightly, savoring the way my name sounded on her lips.

“Hm?” I responded quietly.

She didn’t say anything. Instead, she nuzzled her nose against my shoulder, carefully scooting closer.

“Sloane. We can’t.” My voice was strained, and I could hear the lack of conviction in my own words.

“I know. We’re not,” she whispered back.

My heart raced, and I could feel my dick hardening. Fuck it. I turned toward her, cupping her face as I pulled her in for a heated kiss. She responded immediately, her hands tangling in my hair as she swung a leg over me, straddling my lap. Her grinding against my growing erection sent a shock through me, and I quickly slipped my hands under her top, pulling it over her head, forcing our lips apart. I couldn’t stop myself from staring at her perky, full tits before leaning down to take one in my mouth, pulling her closer.

Her warm, soft body turned me into a fucking animal as she kept grinding on me, tugging my hair, soft moans escaping her lips.

“Come on, baby. On your back. I want to taste your pretty pussy,” I growled, laying her down and tugging her shorts off in one swift motion.

She eagerly helped, yanking them off before pulling at my tie and unbuttoning my shirt. I shrugged it off quickly and spread her legs open, my mouth watering at the sight of her wet, trimmed pussy. Her eyes locked onto mine, filled with desire, as I knelt between her legs, placing them over my shoulders.

I pressed my lips to her slit, spreading her open with my tongue and tasting her sweetness. Her moans grew louder, and I couldn’t help but growl into her as I licked deeper, hungrily devouring her.

“Oh my god…Callan…I’m gonna…come,” she whimpered.

I chuckled with delight as I stuck two fingers inside of her and circled her clit with my tongue. Her thighs pressed against the sides of my head as she grabbed a pillow and screamed into it, her body trembling as she lifted her hips up and down against my face. I didn’t slow—I continued to play with her clit, wanting her to come on my face over and over again. Without fail, she screamed into the pillow again, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulled me closer, grinding against my face.

“Fuck, baby. You have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted,” I said before I began to gently kiss the inside of her thighs.

“Callan. Fuck me,” she begged, throwing her pillow to the floor. “Please. I need you inside of me.”

I didn’t hesitate to stand up and remove my pants and boxer briefs, letting my aching cock spring free as I watched her gorgeous body waiting for me.

I quickly hovered over her and kissed her passionately, gently scanning my hand across her body and tits while my other pressed down against the bed for support. She squirmed as I put my fingers to her wet pussy, gently pushing one inside of her; I loved feeling her arousal for me. I removed my finger and pulled my lips from hers, sticking my wet finger into her mouth. She sucked on it as she looked up at me with lust, a smile clear on her lips. Fuck, I need to be inside of her . I grabbed my cock and started to tease her pussy by rubbing myself up and down her slit.

“Please!” she continued to beg, pulling my hips toward hers.

I chuckled, then quickly thrust myself into her, forcing her to whimper as she dug her nails into my back. I watched her big, full tits bounce up and down as I slowly thrust in and out of her, taking my time feeling her pussy stretch for me.

“Harder. Faster,” she ordered eagerly.

“Wait, baby. You just feel so fucking good,” I said into her ear before putting my lips to her neck.

She turned her head, seeking my lips, and our passionate kiss only drove my hips to move faster, thrusting deep inside her. A loud moan escaped her, and I broke away from the kiss, sitting up on my knees as I pulled her legs to my chest and began thrusting again. I watched her tits bounce with every movement, gripping her legs tight while pounding into her, her hands clutching the comforter. The sight of her body, the sound of her breathy moans—it was almost too much. I knew I wouldn’t last in that position, so I pulled out, flipping her onto her knees.

“Fuck me hard,” she demanded, pressing her ass against my thighs.

I let out a soft laugh, but her eagerness made my knees weak. “Oh, baby. I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t see straight.” I thrust back into her quickly, gripping her hips as I pounded her, mesmerized by the way her ass bounced with every movement. The sight had me fucking hooked. I knew exactly how to make her come again; sliding an arm around her, I teased her clit while keeping my hips driving hard into her.

“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered as she fisted her comforter, her pussy clenching around my cock.

The feeling of her tight pussy coming for me pushed me over the edge—I came instantly, a deep growl rumbling from my throat beneath the sound of Sloane’s whimpers. My hips slowed as we both caught our breath, but the familiar guilt started creeping back into my gut. I couldn’t keep pulling away after we fucked; I knew it hurt her. But she couldn’t expect this to keep happening…even if it did.

I pulled out and collapsed onto my side, tugging her close. She immediately wrapped a leg over me, pressing herself against me, our sweaty bodies tangled together. Her hand found my beard, her fingers gently stroking my face.

“You started it,” she teased, almost reading my thoughts.

I chuckled. “I can’t fucking help myself. You’re like my Kryptonite.”

She giggled. “Hmm. Does that make you Superman?’”

I smiled down at her, her deep brown eyes gazing up at me with a zeal that sent flutters through my chest, turning me to mush. I fucking loved her. I never wanted to leave her side. Two days—that’s all it took for me to fall for this girl. It was terrifying.

“Nah. I could beat Superman’s ass,” I joked with a grin.

Her eyebrows lifted in amusement. “I bet you could. Look at you,” she mused, running her fingers along my arms. “You’re a beast. How’d you get so buff?”

She was flattering me, but I didn’t mind soaking it in.

“I work out a lot. If I’m not on the job, I’m either at the gym or working on my car.”

She sighed dramatically. “Work, work, work. You need a vacation. You should take me to Fiji. Or Hawaii,” she teased.

God, I’d fucking love that. Sitting on the beach with my beautiful girl beside me, warm sand on our feet, the sun giving her olive skin a cute little suntan.

“Hmm.” I laughed, but it came out half-hearted. “I wish.” The reality of it all started to sink in. This was too forbidden, too fucking complicated. It could never last, no matter how much I wanted it to.

Sloane’s frown deepened as she searched my face. “I wish you’d tell me what’s on your mind. Your thoughts are safe with me.”

There it was again—that fucking old soul wisdom. She’d be a great fucking therapist.

“I can’t because it doesn’t matter. Everything I’m thinking about you would turn to dust the second I said it out loud.”

She was quiet for a moment. “Not if we didn’t let them,” she said softly.

I sighed, shaking my head. “We can’t, Sloane. You know it, I know it,” I said, my voice dry and emotionless, even though I wanted to cry into a pillow.

She let go of me and sat up in bed. I followed her.

“Why keep doing this, then? I’ve already caught feelings. I really like you, and it hurts so badly when you say these things.”

I was pushing her away. Maybe it was for the best. Maybe she could live a normal, happy life with someone her age—not worrying about taking care of an old man like me years down the road.

“I thought my thoughts were safe with you? And now you’re mad because I’m telling you the truth?” I shot back.

She scoffed, standing up to grab her clothes. “I didn’t say I was mad. But you can’t just say those things and expect me not to feel hurt. I wish, just once, you’d tell me you cared about me after we fucked instead of saying shit like that,” she yelled, pulling on her underwear.

I sluggishly grabbed my clothes and began to dress, the heaviness in my chest making every movement feel like a chore. I hated that I was hurting her. All I wanted was to fucking kidnap her, take her to Tahiti, change our identities, and spend every second of the day fucking while I told her how much I loved her.

“I’m sorry, Sloane. I don’t like hurting you,” I admitted quietly, sitting still on the bed with my shirt hanging open and my pants half-buttoned.

She shrugged, crossing her arms, her voice soft but firm. “Maybe we should only see each other when it’s absolutely necessary. This…this hurts too much,” she said, motioning between us.

I nodded because she was right. “Okay.” My voice was flat, defeated. Hers wasn’t much better.

She watched me stand to finish getting dressed, slipping on my shoes. Every part of me wanted to drop to my knees and tell her how much I needed her, how much I loved her. But instead, I just walked out the door, saying nothing, and sat at the piano in the hallway, hating myself more than I ever had.