His Red Carnation (Forbidden Blooms #1)

11. Sloane

11

Sloane

I knew Callan was joking about making me his wife, but I wanted to make him sweat for a minute. He’d put me through the wringer so many times, I figured it was my turn.

“Let’s go tomorrow,” I said, widening my eyes dramatically. “We can fly to Vegas and elope. No one has to know.”

His brows furrowed, and I could see the flicker of fear on his face. I couldn’t hold it in—I burst out laughing, collapsing onto the couch.

“You fucking terrify me, baby.” He laughed, grabbing my legs and kneeling in front of the couch.

He pulled me close, kissing me with that familiar passion, then effortlessly lifted me up and carried me to his bed.

Naturally, sleep was impossible. I was too excited just being around Callan, spending the night in his apartment like a real adult…like his real girlfriend.

As he lay next to me, sleeping peacefully, I quietly got up and wandered into the living room. I turned on the small light above the oven and began moving around, opening cabinets and peeking into the boxes we hadn’t unpacked yet. One box caught my attention—it had a few pictures inside. I pulled out one of my dad and Callan, younger, standing side by side in their Navy uniforms. A tug pulled at my heart as I finally started to understand what Callan must be feeling.

He and my dad had been through so much together. Dad said he didn’t trust anyone else to look after me. And now here I was, throwing myself at Callan while he wrestled with his conflicting emotions—betraying my dad or being with me. Guilt washed over me, but my feelings for Callan ran deeper than anything else. Wouldn’t Dad understand that I… holy shit, that I love him ?

The realization hit me like a tidal wave. I’d never loved anyone the way I loved Callan. Sure, I was young, but how had I found someone as intriguing, intelligent, and undeniably hot as him? The physical attraction was overwhelming, but it was the deeper pull toward him that I couldn’t fully comprehend.

I gently placed the photo back in the box and slipped quietly back into bed, wrapping my arm around him snugly. My fingers traced soft circles on his chest and stomach, and I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

* * *

I woke to the sound of the shower running in the nearby bathroom. Blinking my eyes open, I realized the sun was already high in the sky. I reached for my phone on the nightstand—10:45 a.m. I quickly hopped out of bed, grinning at the thought of catching a glimpse of a naked, wet Callan.

Quietly, I pulled back the shower curtain and found him with his back to me, his gorgeous ass on full display as he stroked himself with a steady rhythm.

“Excuse me, I think that’s my job,” I announced loudly, making Callan jump and spin around, startled.

“Fuck, baby. You scared me.” He laughed, letting go of his cock.

“Didn’t get enough last night?” I teased, stepping into the shower and eyeing his hard cock.

He grinned, his eyes dark with desire. “I woke up and saw your beautiful body, but I didn’t want to wake you, so I came in here instead.”

I tried to hold back my smile, but it crept up anyway. “Next time, wake me up. I don’t want to miss any of this .” I gestured to his body, my eyes lingering.

He slid his hand to the back of my head, pulling me in for a tender kiss. My pussy was instantly dripping, and it wasn’t just from the water streaming down our bodies. My hands found his cock, and I began to stroke it slowly with both hands. He moaned into my mouth, slipping one hand between my legs and quickly sliding a finger inside me.

“It’s dangerous for us to be alone like this. We’re never gonna fucking get anything done,” he breathed against my lips.

I giggled, leaning into him. “What’s wrong with that?”

“Fuck, I just want to feel your wet pussy for the rest of my life. Stay here with me and never leave,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

“I think they’d come looking for us,” I teased, my eyes fluttering open as I stroked him faster.

He stared down at me, slipping another finger inside and pressing his thumb to my clit. The sensation made my breath hitch.

“I want to feel you come on my fingers,” he growled, his voice low and possessive. “I want this tight pussy to clench around them, and then I’m gonna come all over your pretty face.”

Holy shit . “Yes, Daddy. I want you to come all over my face and then help me lick it clean.”

He moaned and pushed me against the shower wall, his fingers moving faster, thumbing my pussy with determined precision.

“I’m gonna come,” I gasped, my hips bucking toward his hand as I lost my rhythm on his cock, my eyes squeezing shut.

“That’s right, baby. Come for me,” he growled in my ear.

The sensation of his hard cock in my hand and his fingers inside me sent a powerful orgasm ripping through me, a scream escaping my lips as Callan groaned loudly. When I opened my eyes, he pushed me down onto the shower floor, stroking himself furiously.

“Open your mouth, my pretty little slut,” he commanded, his voice thick with pleasure. I did as he said, and he released his load onto my mouth, chest, and face.

His warm cum covered me, and I brought a finger to my breast, swirling it in the liquid before bringing it to my lips. I looked up at him, moaning exaggeratedly as I tasted him.

I smiled. “So tasty, Daddy.”

His eyes widened with arousal as he lifted me up, kissing me hard. Then he pulled back and began licking his cum off my chest. The sight of him tasting himself off my body turned me on more than I ever imagined.

“You’re fucking amazing, baby,” he murmured, pausing to press a kiss to my cheek.

“I’m so happy, Callan. I don’t want this to end,” I admitted, a flicker of fear rising in my chest as I remembered the realization I had last night.

His eyebrows twitched slightly as he looked down at me, confused. “It’s not going to end. We’re gonna make this work, baby. You’re mine, remember? I’m all yours.”

I felt tears well up, surprised by the surge of emotion. It was hitting me—his guilt over us being together, the weight of it all. I was terrified that eventually, it would take over, and he’d leave me.

“Hey…baby. It’s okay. I love you,” he said, wrapping his arms around me tightly. “ Fuck .”

My heart dropped to my knees. I pulled back, looking up at him, my heart racing. He looked terrified.

“You love me?” I asked quietly, my voice trembling.

He nodded slowly, and the moment he did, I felt an overwhelming surge of joy. Yes. FUCK yes.

“I love you too. So now you’re stuck with me,” I said, grinning.

He laughed, nodding. “And that makes me the fucking luckiest man on earth.”

* * *

I knew I had to return home at some point, but with my parents away until the next day, I took full advantage of every moment with Callan. I watched him get dressed in his suit while I slipped back into my dress from the night before, my mind spinning with the fact that he loved me. He’d told me first, which I wasn’t expecting, but even with his confession, fear still lingered.

What if my parents found out?

So what? I was a grown woman, and he was a grown man. But the questions haunted me—would they disown me? Would they disown him? Guilt twisted in my chest as I thought about Callan potentially losing his friendship with my dad, yet he was still here, still choosing me, despite our fears. It meant that our relationship mattered to him more than anything else. The thought kept bringing tears to my eyes.

I walked up behind Callan as he adjusted his tie, slipping my arms around him. I breathed in his scent, feeling the strength of his body under my hands, and in that moment, it felt like we had been together forever. He placed his hands over mine, turning his head to look at me.

“I love you, baby. Let me make you come and scream my name one more time before I take you home.”