His Red Carnation (Forbidden Blooms #1)

14. Callan

14

Callan

Ana scared the shit out of me when she pulled me into a private room I didn’t even know existed and pointed a finger at me.

“Callan, if you hurt her, I will make sure you are tortured and beheaded.”

My stomach dropped, and I felt like I was going to throw up. But then Ana burst into laughter.

“ Ay pobrecito , I’m just messing with you.” She smiled, amusement dancing in her eyes. “But seriously, don’t hurt her. She’s not a delicate flower, but she’s very sensitive. I know you are too. Somehow, it all works in this weird, fucked-up way.”

I smiled in surprise. “Ana, you know I’d never hurt her. I’m actually afraid she’ll hurt me,” I admitted.

She shook her head quickly. “She’d never do that. Just please be careful, Callan. If this got out, it would be the end for Jake.”

I nodded, the weight of guilt pressing down on me like a ton of bricks. “I know, Ana. We’ll be careful.”

* * *

I was thrilled to be alone with Sloane as we settled into our First Class seats for the flight to Oakland International Airport. Even though we couldn’t touch in public, just being in her presence was enough for me. She wore a crop top that left little to the imagination, her hard nipples teasing me without her even realizing. Her comfortable gray sweats looked effortlessly stylish on her, and I was grateful I didn’t have to wear my suit; I felt at ease in my jeans and T-shirt.

“I love seeing you in a suit, but God, you look amazing with your tattoos and muscles showing,” Sloane whispered as we sat down, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

My dick started to harden. “Baby, I’m gonna fuck you so hard when we get to the hotel.”

She giggled, turning to look out the window, her genuine happiness making my heart feel like it would fucking burst.

Sloane and I had six hours to talk, nap, tease each other, and share our favorite songs. She tried to read, but I kept bugging her, and she didn’t seem to mind. No one noticed the subtle squeezes I gave her thigh under the blanket we shared. So much for being careful in public; I couldn’t fucking help myself.

As we exited the terminal toward baggage claim, a sea of photographers suddenly appeared, snapping pictures of my girl.

“Whoa, whoa!” I exclaimed, instinctively stepping in front of her and spreading my arms wide. “Give us some space!”

“Sloane! Sloane, over here!” they called out, completely ignoring me.

“Back up!” I nearly reached for Sloane’s hand but caught myself just in time. “Come on, baby. Let’s get to the car,” I whispered in her ear.

A sleek black car was waiting right outside. I guided her into it before turning back to grab our luggage, the swarm of photographers still snapping pictures.

“Fuckers,” I muttered under my breath.

I tossed our bags into the trunk and slid next to Sloane in the car.

“Those fucking guys.” I pointed out the window. “Does that happen a lot?”

She sighed, taking my hand discreetly, careful not to catch the driver’s attention. “Sometimes. In public places like this, especially when they know to expect me. I hate it,” she admitted, her voice low.

My teeth clenched together. “I’d fucking kill every one of them for you, baby. Just say the word.”

I was joking, but part of me meant it.

She smiled, letting go of my hand for a moment to quickly glance at the driver, ensuring he wasn’t watching.

“Please don’t. I’d rather you be with me than in jail.” She gave me a sly smile, and I prayed the car would pull up to our hotel any minute so I could fuck her in every inch of our room.

After an agonizingly slow twenty minutes, we finally arrived at the hotel. Ana had booked us a place within walking distance of UC Berkeley. I grabbed our bags from the trunk and followed Sloane inside, noticing the young receptionist recognize her immediately.

“Oh! Hello, Miss Martin. Welcome to Berkeley,” she beamed.

“Hi,” Sloane replied warmly. “There should be a reservation under my name.”

The receptionist typed away at her computer. “Yes, we have a suite for three nights. Would you like two keycards?” She glanced between me and Sloane.

Sloane looked over at me, and I tried to keep a few feet of distance between us. “Um…yes, please.”

Once we hurried into our suite, I wasted no time—I grabbed Sloane by the hips and lifted her against the wall. She instinctively wrapped her legs around me, her hands finding my cheeks, pulling me in for a kiss. I needed to be inside her immediately or I’d explode.

“I need you, baby. Being so close to you for so long and not being able to touch you has driven me fucking insane,” I breathed against her skin, trailing kisses from her neck to her cheek.

She moaned, lifting her hips against me, the heat between us igniting further.

“I brought lube. I want you to fuck my ass tonight, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice sultry and full of promise.

She looked at me eagerly as I pulled away, and I couldn’t help but wonder how the fuck I had landed this perfect sexual goddess.

“Oh, you came prepared, huh?” I teased.

She smiled brightly. “Are you proud of me?”

“So fucking proud. Are you sure you’re ready?”

She nodded enthusiastically.

“You didn’t happen to bring a butt plug, did you?” I asked, wanting to make this as pleasurable as possible for her and prep her slowly.

Sloane blinked, her expression shifting to one of nervousness. “No. Do we need it?”

“I mean, we don’t need it. But it would help prepare your pretty little ass better,” I explained gently.

Her brows furrowed. “Fuck,” she groaned. “Can we go get one?”

I glanced at the clock on the nightstand: 8:30 p.m. I hesitated, but I knew that going to a sex shop at night was better than doing it in broad daylight.

“Why don’t I just go?” I offered, remembering Ana’s warning to be careful.

Sloane frowned. “I want to go. I’ve never been to one. We’ll be quick.”

Fuck . Why did she always manage to convince me to go along with her bad ideas?

“Baby, my cock is aching, though. We can do anal later. I need to fucking come inside you right now.” I pressed my hard cock against her.

She smiled, her eyes sparkling. “I know. But won’t that make it even better?”

I paused, considering her words. Fuck; she was right. I let go of her and ordered an Uber to the closest adult store.

Fifteen minutes later, we stepped into a seedy-looking store in a questionable neighborhood. The clerk behind the counter didn’t even glance up at us. I headed straight for the butt plugs, and Sloane trailed behind, her eyes darting around at everything in the store.

“How’s this, baby?” I held up a box containing a series of three butt plugs: small, medium, and large. “We can maybe use the first two.”

Her eyes widened. “Yes. Perfect.” I could tell she was nervous, but if it hadn’t been her idea to try anal, I would have never pushed it.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I glanced back at the clerk, who was now looking over at us.

Sloane nodded, a smile playing on her lips. “Of course, Daddy,” she whispered.

Fuck, she was making my cock ache even more.

“Okay. I just don’t want you to think I need to do freaky shit to be happy. I just need to fucking be inside you, and I’m happy,” I whispered back.

She giggled, and my cock twitched in response. “I know.” She looked over my shoulder. “What do you think of that?”

I turned to see a strap-on with a dildo on display. “What do you think of that?”

I wasn’t about to admit that I’d always wanted to be pegged; it didn’t feel like a “manly” thing to want, and I was still trying to get past that bullshit.

She raised her eyebrows, intrigued. “Might be fun. Should we get it, just in case?”

I smiled. “If you want, baby.”

She leaned past me and grabbed it. “Let’s go check out.”

Thank fuck the cashier didn’t seem to recognize Sloane. We took an Uber back to the hotel with our discreet black shopping bag. Once inside, Sloane ripped open the butt plug box, eyeing the contents like they were precious diamonds.

She glanced over at me as I pulled down my jeans, eager and ready. “How do we do this?” she asked, her excitement bubbling over.

“Get naked. I’ll wash it and get you prepped.”

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, a smile spreading across her face. “Yes, Daddy.”