His Red Carnation (Forbidden Blooms #1)

12. Callan

12

Callan

I let the L word slip out while comforting her, and she didn’t even bat an eye. In my entire thirty-eight years, I’d only told one other woman I loved her—besides my mother. It wasn’t something I threw around lightly. But fuck, I’d never felt this way about anyone before. Not even close. Sloane, my old-soul baby girl, was wife material. But that needed to wait…at least a few more months. Right? When she joked about eloping in Vegas, I almost told her I’d book the next flight.

As I held her hand on the drive back to her house—the fucking White House —I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. My girlfriend lived in the White House, and she wasn’t just the president’s daughter, she was Ana’s daughter. The most powerful man in the world? Yeah, that was intimidating, but it was fucking Jake. But Ana? I was almost more afraid of her reaction. I wouldn’t put it past her to put a fucking hit out on me.

Once we got to her room, Sloane changed into ripped shorts and a tight crop top that showed off her perfect tits. Meanwhile, I was still stuck in a damn suit trying to be professional, even though I knew I’d probably spend the whole day in her room. I made myself comfortable, taking off my jacket and tie, rolling up my sleeves. It was way too fucking hot for all those layers.

I sat in the chair by the wall, watching her stare out the window, wringing her hands.

“I wish we weren’t confined to my room and your apartment,” Sloane said as she walked over and settled on my lap. “Don’t get me wrong, I’ll take you however I can have you. But wouldn’t it be nice to like, go on a real date or something?”

I’d thought about that a lot—how much I hated that I couldn’t just take her out, hold her hand, kiss her in public whenever I damn well pleased. But then an idea hit me. Fuck yes. She’s going to love this.

“Maybe we can make that Fiji trip happen,” I joked, pulling her closer and pressing my lips to her neck.

She turned to look at me, hope lighting up her face. “Don’t tease me with that,” she said softly, her voice filled with longing.

I sighed, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I know, baby. Soon.”

* * *

When I asked Sloane to stay the night at my place again, her eyes lit up. I knew we wouldn’t get many more chances like this once Jake and Ana were back in town, so I wanted to make the most of it.

I also had something else planned.

My heart pounded like a jackhammer as I put the plan into motion. I swapped out my suit for jeans and a T-shirt, hoping she wouldn’t suspect anything. I never did this kind of thing, but Sloane brought something out in me I’d never felt before. I needed to show her how much she meant to me. I kept glancing at my phone, waiting for the signal, and I could tell Sloane was starting to pick up on something.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, glancing over at me from the kitchen as she rummaged through the fridge.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. You want to order a pizza or something?” I tried to shift the conversation, keeping things casual.

She paused, eyeing me suspiciously. “Sure…” I could tell she wasn’t fully convinced. Note to self—never lie to her. Not that I ever would.

“Okay. What toppings? There’s a good spot downtown I’ll order from.”

Before I even heard her answer, my phone buzzed—the text came in. Everything was ready.

“Ah, fuck, did you hear about the shooting stars tonight?” I blurted out, improvising. “Wanna go check them out?”

I wasn’t sure if she’d be into it, but her face lit up immediately.

“Yeah, where?” she asked, excitement in her voice.

I stood up and took her hand. “We can see them from the roof.”

We took the elevator to the top floor, then climbed the stairs to the roof. As soon as I opened the door, the twinkling lights overhead came into view. Sloane gasped, her eyes wide as she took in the scene before us. A projector and screen were set up, blankets and pillows arranged front and center. Rose petals were scattered across the ground, and a bucket of sparkling cider sat chilling on ice. The pizza had been ordered long before I even asked her.

“What is this?” she asked, turning to me, her mouth slightly open in surprise.

“We’re not in my apartment or your room. It’s a date, baby.”

A smile tugged at her lips as she shook her head in disbelief.

“You did all of this?” Her voice trembled, and her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

“Yeah. Do you like it?”

A soft laugh escaped her. “Do I like it? I love it. It’s perfect. Thank you, Callan.”

She rose up on her toes and kissed me, her lips warm and soft against mine, making my dick twitch. I clenched my jaw, knowing that if I pulled her any closer, we’d end up fucking, and I wanted this to be a proper date.

“There’s pizza on the way. Come on.” I gestured to the blanket and took her hand, leading her over.

“How did you plan all this? You were with me all day.” She sat down and crossed her legs, eyes still roaming the rooftop in awe.

I sat next to her, tugging off my boots.

“I pulled a few strings. There’s a great party planner in DC. Told her I needed something special for two.” I smiled, glancing around, pleased with how everything had turned out.

Sloane took my hand. “I love you, Callan. This is all…it’s so perfect.” Tears shimmered in her eyes again. My baby was emotional and it was taking some getting used to. I wanted to kiss her tears and tell her everything was okay, but I realized everything was okay. More than okay.

“I love you, baby. You’re perfect,” I said, lifting our intertwined fingers to my lips and pressing a kiss to the back of her hand.

She smiled, biting her lip before glancing around at the cozy setup.

“What are we watching?” she asked as her gaze shifted to the screen.

“It’s an old one— Harvey . Jimmy Stewart. One of my favorites,” I explained, picking up the remote from the wooden tray beside the chilled sparkling cider.

Her face lit up. “Oh, I love his movies! I’ve always wanted to see this one. The one about the imaginary friend rabbit, right?”

A warm flutter stirred in my stomach, like butterflies had taken over. If I hadn’t fallen in love with her before, this moment would’ve been it.

“Yeah, that’s the one. Fuck, are you sure you’re eighteen? You know more about shit than I do,” I teased, chuckling.

She smirked, a playful glint in her eyes. “Age has nothing to do with it.”

I raised an eyebrow mockingly. “Are you saying I’m an idiot?”

Her laughter filled the air. “I’m surprised you picked up on that.”

I widened my eyes in a fake gasp, then darted my hands to her sides, tickling her without mercy. Her laughter was like a drug, making me feel like I was becoming the man I’d always wanted to be. Fuck, I love her . By the time I stopped, she was crying from laughter, and I found myself hovering over her, pinning her arms beside her head. I grinned down at her as she bit her lip, her eyes silently pleading for a kiss. Leaning in, I pressed my lips firmly to hers, my body already reacting. I was never going to get enough of this girl.

I pushed my hips into hers, and she wrapped her legs around me, pulling me in tighter.

She abruptly pushed me back, glancing toward the rooftop door.

“Don’t worry, baby. I thought of that. I hired someone to watch the door,” I said, my voice low and reassuring.

Her smile returned, and she pulled me back in, our kisses growing deeper and more intense. It was almost as good as being inside her. Almost .

Sitting up, I tugged her shorts and underwear down in one swift motion before unzipping my jeans and freeing my cock. I stared at her, licking my lips, hungry for her in every way.

“I want you to fuck my face,” I said as I began to stroke myself.

She sat up quickly. “What?”

My inexperienced, sweet girl . “I want you to sit on my face and ride it, baby.”

Her lips parted with a smile. “Okay,” she responded shyly.

I laid on my back and pulled her on top of me, eager to get her sweet pussy in my mouth. Her gaze darted around before settling back on me, her uncertainty slowly melting away. She positioned her knees on either side of my head, inching closer. I grabbed her full ass with both hands, gripping tightly as I pulled her down, eager for the taste of her. When she finally pressed her warm, perfect pussy against my mouth and began to grind, it was like she already knew exactly what to do, moving with confidence that sent a thrill through me. I held onto her thighs, not wanting to touch myself for fear of coming too quickly; if I had to, I’d come just by looking at her. I went between sticking my tongue far into her wet pussy to teasing her clit with quick motions. I watched her on top of me with her tits jiggling and her mouth parted, her eyes closed with pleasure. Her thighs began to tremble under my hands and her soft moans made it clear she was about to come. I moaned, the sound rumbling through me and into her. Her response was immediate—a loud, breathy whimper escaping her lips as her hips slowed. She let her hands fall to the ground above my head, her body trembling as she rode the high of her release.

“Oh my God,” she cried out, quickening her hips again, chasing another orgasm.

She came again, her loud cries filling the air, and in that moment, I knew—her riding my face was my new favorite thing. Watching her lose herself in the pleasure I was giving her, the way her body responded to my mouth, made my cock throb painfully. It was thrilling, knowing I could bring her to that edge over and over.

“Fuck me now, Daddy,” she whispered, sliding down my body, her wetness leaving a trail on my shirt.

I looked up at her with a grin. “Why don’t you hop on my cock, baby?”

She smiled back, then took hold of my cock and guided herself onto me, wasting no time as she began grinding fast. Her pussy wrapped around me, taking every inch like she’d fucking mastered it. Her moans told me she was close again, and I wanted to take her pleasure even further. I wet my finger with my mouth, then reached around her, teasing her ass gently. I eased just the tip in, barely applying pressure, and her eyes shot open, wide with surprise as her hips stilled.

“This okay, baby?” I asked, unsure if I was pushing too far.

“Yes, fuck! Keep going,” she demanded, grinding down on me even harder.

I pushed my finger further into her, feeling the tight heat of her body as she moved faster on my cock. I was so fucking close but I needed my baby to come first.

“Oh, God. Yes. Yes! I’m coming,” she moaned, her voice breathless and shaking, and that was all it took. I finally let go, groaning as I came inside her, my grunts mixing with her sweet cries of release.

Her body collapsed onto mine, and I gently pulled my finger from her ass, trying to catch my breath.

“Please, please fuck my ass next time,” she whispered into my ear, her voice a mixture of exhaustion and desire.

I chuckled, hugging her tight against my chest. “As you wish, baby.”

We spent the rest of the night watching Harvey , eating pizza, and snuggling close. Sloane draped her leg over mine as I pulled the blanket over us, holding her tight, knowing I never wanted to let her go.