His Red Carnation (Forbidden Blooms #1)

10. Callan

10

Callan

I knew Sloane went out with that kid just to make me fucking jealous. And it worked. Watching her walk out of her room in that short dress, her tits bouncing, red lipstick making her look fucking stunning—it instantly had me hard. I was in way over my head with this shit, and offering to drive her to that kid was the stupidest thing I could’ve done.

I parked a few blocks away, standing against the wall across the street, watching them sit and talk. She was fucking laughing. Too comfortable, with her hand resting on the chair, her tits bouncing every time she laughed. And that asshole was checking her out whenever she looked away. It was infuriating.

I had to get her out of there.

Before I knew it, my feet were already moving toward them, my mind spinning. I didn’t even have a plan, but there was no way I was letting her finish that date.

I hadn’t planned on fucking her in the alley, but she had me so worked up. Her feistiness drove me wild, and being inside her—it released all the anger I’d been holding. Her pussy was like my fucking anger management.

When I told her she’d won, it surprised me. I hadn’t even thought about it, but the words slipped out. And she knew exactly what I meant. I couldn’t live without her. If we had to keep this a secret for the rest of our lives, I didn’t care. I just wanted her, however I could have her.

I held her hand as I drove the few blocks to my apartment. I needed her close, in my arms until she was sick of me. My place would give me that freedom.

When we walked in, Sloane looked around like she’d just stepped into the Louvre. It wasn’t even 700 square feet—just a place that reminded me of a hotel suite. But it worked for me.

“Your place is so cute. I love it,” she mused, setting her purse down on the kitchen counter.

“Cute?” I repeated, slipping off my suit jacket.

She glanced back at me with a playful smile. “Cute in size. Super manly,” she teased, her eyebrows raising in amusement.

Having her in my apartment, in my space, put me in such a good mood that I felt like a little fucking schoolboy.

I rolled my eyes, slipping off my tie and shirt. The moment she noticed I was shirtless, her eyes widened as she checked me out. She bit her lip, shrugging her heels off, which made her look even shorter and sweeter. Slowly, she walked toward me, placing her hands against my chest with a look of awe.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” she whispered, her eyes locking with mine.

I let out a soft laugh. “Look in the fucking mirror, baby.”

She smiled and rolled her eyes. “Take the compliment. Does no one ever tell you that? Because I find that hard to believe.”

Her hands stayed on my chest as I grabbed her wrists, bringing them up to my lips and gently kissing the top of each hand.

“I don’t let anyone close enough to give me compliments,” I admitted quietly.

Her eyebrows lifted. “That doesn’t surprise me. When was your last relationship?”

I laughed again, but it felt hollow. “Relationship? Fuck. Years ago. I don’t have time for a relationship.”

The moment the words left my mouth, I knew she’d take it the wrong way. Her hands slid off my chest, and she stepped back, her eyes wandering around the apartment again. Fuck.

“Sloane, I think we should talk about this,” I said, grabbing a stool from under the kitchen island, feeling the tension rise between us.

She froze for a moment, then nodded before sitting on the stool next to me. I spread my legs slightly, pulling hers between mine as I held her hands.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. This is the first time I’ve ever felt like this, and it scares the shit out of me. I don’t know how we’re going to make this work, but I want to. I want you so fucking bad.”

The hard line of her lips softened into a smile, and she squeezed my hands, looking down at them as she played shy.

“I want to do this too. I’m crazy about you, Callan,” she said softly, peeking up at me through her lashes.

That feeling deep in my chest tightened. I already knew it—I fucking loved this girl. But I couldn’t say it yet. I didn’t want to rush things and fuck it all up.

“You wanna stay here tonight, baby? Maybe help me fix this place up?” I asked, glancing at the boxes scattered around the apartment.

Her smile brightened, revealing a small dimple in her cheek that made my chest ache. Fuck, she’s beautiful.

“I’d love to.”

* * *

Sloane had slipped on one of my T-shirts while helping me unpack, and seeing her in it made something stir inside me—an even deeper possessiveness than before. I knew I had to keep unwiring the ingrained misogyny that had shaped me over the years. Growing up in a military household, then joining the military, and later becoming a government agent—none of those environments exactly fostered equal rights or feminism.

That fact became glaringly obvious when Sloane’s phone vibrated on the kitchen counter just before midnight, right as I was about to suggest we head to bed. I grabbed it quickly, realizing it was from that stupid fucking kid she went on a date with. The screen was locked, so I couldn’t read the message.

“Who is it?” she asked, noticing the scowl I knew was plastered on my face.

“That fucking kid you went on a date with. What does it say?” I handed the phone to her as she stood in front of me.

Her brows pulled together, but she glanced down and read it. “He’s just asking if everything is okay,” she said, holding the phone up for me to see.

I grabbed the phone and started scrolling through their conversation. My blood boiled when I saw she’d only planned the date an hour before she left.

“I thought your mom set you up with him. You initiated it?” My voice came out harsher than I intended.

Her eyes widened in anger. “I was mad at you for acting like you wanted nothing to do with me. I wanted you to realize what you were missing out on,” she snapped back.

For some reason, seeing her pissed off turned me into fucking mush. Maybe something was wrong with me for finding an angry woman so damn endearing—or maybe it was just her and that goddamn beautiful face.

“Alright, well, you’re not talking to him anymore,” I finally said, setting her phone down on the counter.

She planted her hand on her hip, her eyes narrowing. “Just because we’re making this a ‘thing’ doesn’t mean you get to dictate what I do.”

There was my fiery fucking feminist. I couldn’t argue—because she was right. But that didn’t make me any less jealous.

“So, what then? You want to keep talking to that fuck face?” I asked, bitterness seeping into my tone.

Sloane paused for a moment, then burst out laughing. I couldn’t help but crack a smile too.

“No, I don’t. But that’s not the point,” she said, her tone lighter now. “It’s hot when you’re possessive and tell me I’m yours, but actually telling me what to do in real life? Not so hot.”

Now I was the one laughing. I loved how she called me out on my shit, and her honesty just made me fall harder.

“Okay, baby. I’m sorry,” I finally whispered, cupping her face and pressing my lips gently against hers.

A soft moan escaped her throat, pushing me over the edge. Without breaking the kiss, I scooped her up and set her on the counter. She opened her legs, wrapping them around my waist, pulling me closer.

“Fuck. I can’t get enough of you, Sloane,” I murmured, trailing kisses down her neck.

She let out another soft moan. “Give me your big cock, Cal,” she purred, her voice thick with need.

I quickly slipped her panties off, tossing them to the floor. “Let me see you on your knees first, baby.”

Her smile widened as she slowly removed my T-shirt from her body, then slid off the counter and knelt before me. Her eyes, wide and eager, locked on mine as I pulled off my pants, my hard cock straining beneath my boxer briefs.

“What do you want to do with my cock?” I teased, watching her gaze fixate on me, filled with desire.

She bit her lip and smiled. “I want it in my mouth. I want you to fuck my face.”

Holy fucking shit . Hearing her talk dirty was quickly becoming my new favorite thing.

“I might have to shove it in there. You think you can take me?” I teased, my voice low.

She nodded eagerly, her eyes full of anticipation.

“Use your words, baby,” I coaxed, wanting to hear more.

“I can take you. I’ll be your good girl and open wide.” Her voice was sweet but laced with something dark, and it almost pushed me over the edge.

“Where’d you get such a dirty mouth, huh?” I asked, grinning.

She giggled, teasing. “From my spicy books. Aren’t you glad I read them now?”

I let out a soft laugh. Of course. “Maybe. Let’s hear more of that filthy mouth,” I said, placing my hand on the back of her head and pulling her toward my cock, rubbing it against her face through my briefs.

“Mmmm,” she moaned. “I want your big fucking cock to choke me, Daddy.”

I stopped and pulled away. “Daddy?” I repeated.

She looked up at me with wide eyes. “What? You’ve never had anyone call you Daddy during sex before?”

I felt conflicted. Here I was, old enough to be her dad— her dad’s friend —and she was calling me Daddy. It twisted something inside me, a mix of guilt and desire, making my pulse race and my head spin.

“You wanna call me Daddy?” I asked, rubbing my cock on her face again.

“Yes, Daddy.” She smiled eagerly.

“You want to be my good fucking girl and choke on my cock?” Fuck, I’m gonna burst .

“Only if you’ll come deep down my throat, Daddy.”

Jesus fucking Christ . “Baby, you’re gonna make me come just by flapping your gorgeous fucking mouth like that.”

She giggled, and it was the perfect moment to yank her hair back, pull my cock out, and shove it into her mouth. Sloane moaned, her wide eyes watering as I pushed deeper into her pretty mouth. I couldn’t hold back any longer. Pulling her up, I bent her over the counter, desperate for a taste of her.

Spreading her legs, I dove right in, burying my mouth against her pussy, my tongue working its way inside as I smothered myself with her. She moaned, and I added a finger, feeling her push back against me, urging me on.

Without a second thought, I moved my mouth from her pussy to her ass, licking her hole like a fucking ice cream cone.

“Fuck! Oh my God!” she screamed.

I furiously fingered her while I ate her ass, then inched my finger to her clit, forcing a loud moan from her as she rode my hand.

“I’m coming. I’m coming—”

Her hand reached back, grabbing my hair with a surprising force that made my dick throb even harder. She slowed her hips, letting her upper body collapse onto the counter, panting and laughing.

“Oh my God, that was fucking incredible,” she breathed out.

“Your ass is fucking incredible, baby. Now come sit on my cock.” I stroked myself as I stood up, palming her ass and giving it a light tap, waiting for her to take what we both needed.

She turned and pushed me towards the couch, then shoved me down on my ass once we reached it. God, she’s fucking amazing. She widened her legs to hover on top of me and then quickly sat on my cock, gasping as she inched herself in deeper. Her full tits bounced in my face as she rode me, moving faster and faster, and I knew I was close to exploding as she tilted her head back, her hands gripping my thighs for support.

“You still want my cum in your throat, baby?” I said between hitched breaths.

“Yes, Daddy,” she moaned, her hips continuing to grind on me.

I kissed her before I lifted her up and sat her on her knees. I stood up and stroked myself in front of her full lips.

“Please. I need your cum.” She smiled and opened her mouth wide.

That’s all it took—I grabbed the back of her head and shoved my cock in her mouth, my load shooting directly into her throat. I refused to let my eyes close with pleasure as I watched her take my load, her gaze never leaving mine.

She moaned and smiled before my cock ever left her mouth.

“Fuck, baby. I need to make you my wife,” I joked as I pulled out of her mouth.

She stood up, her lips still slick with my cum, and kissed me deeply.

“Let’s do it. I’m yours.”