His Red Carnation (Forbidden Blooms #1)

17. Sloane

17

Sloane

Callan and I had one more full day before we needed to head back to DC. I was seriously considering just living in our hotel and never returning; I loved focusing solely on each other, exploring each other’s bodies, and lounging around while we chatted. I kept thinking about the possibility of attending UC Berkeley, but I was certain I didn’t want to go on campus. I wasn’t even sure if they had an online program for Women’s and Gender Studies. I’d need to do some research and figure out my options—just not yet.

The only downside to spending so much time with Callan was the guilt I could see weighing on him about our relationship. He kept trying to find reasons to gently push me away, and I continually argued against it. I wasn’t sure when, or if, he would ever be completely okay with us being together. Would it be easier once Dad was out of office? Would time change things? The only thing holding me back from announcing our relationship was Dad. Otherwise, I would have proudly shouted it from the rooftops.

There were so many reasons for me to love Callan. He was deep, whether he wanted to acknowledge it or not; his mind was always active and engaged. He was open-minded, seemingly unafraid of being challenged by a smart woman—in fact, he seemed to enjoy it. He was sweet, caring, kind, and protective. And it didn’t hurt that he was easily the hottest guy I’d ever laid eyes on. I was pretty sure I’d always had a thing for older men. Was it the books I read? Was it because I was mature for my age? Even my mom didn’t seem upset by our relationship. I knew it made sense, whether Callan wanted to admit it or not.

I woke up to the sun high in the sky. Callan was already up making coffee, and I admired his shirtless body as he moved around, unaware I was watching him.

“Good morning, sunshine,” I said quietly as I sat up.

He turned to me with a surprised smile, setting his coffee down before crawling onto the bed, pushing me onto my back and hovering over me.

“Good morning, baby.” He smiled sweetly.

I placed my hands on his strong, muscled arms. “Let’s do something today. We haven’t seen much around here. How about the Golden Gate Bridge?” I was trying to persuade him before we ended up staying in bed and fucking all day, which wouldn’t have been a bad idea, either.

“Yeah? I’d love to. I was actually going to suggest a hike. We could find a desolate trail and fuck in nature.”

He was in a good mood—horny but cheerful. I liked it.

“That sounds amazing.”

I loved seeing Callan in his casual clothes almost as much as I loved seeing him naked. He threw on a sweater and gray sweatpants, and I nearly had a heart attack when I caught sight of his massive bulge, practically begging for my touch. I put on leggings and a fitted zip-up sweater, hoping to tease him just as much as he was unknowingly teasing me.

As I slipped on my tennis shoes, Callan answered his phone. I watched as a smile spread across his face while he listened. “Thanks. Be down in a minute.” He hung up and raised his eyebrows at me. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

As soon as we exited the lobby, I noticed a huge Harley Davidson parked off to the side, with a guy sporting an eager smile next to it.

“Mr. Holt,” he greeted Callan, handing him the keys.

“Thanks, man. She’ll be ready for pickup tomorrow morning.” Callan took the keys, and the guy nodded at me before heading back into the lobby.

“This is for us ?” I asked, excitement bubbling up.

“Yes, baby. Here.” He opened a compartment in the back of the bike, revealing two helmets. “Put this on.”

He handed me a sleek black helmet and quickly put on his own. My heart raced as I watched him get on the bike. How did he somehow get even hotter? I fumbled with my helmet and slid it on, grateful I had put my hair in double French braids. I swung my leg over the seat behind Callan, wrapping my arms tightly around his strong body.

“Hold on and lean into me. Grip my body with your thighs. You should be used to that by now, baby,” Callan teased, and then the engine roared to life.

My heart raced with excitement. I had never been on a motorcycle before, and the excuse to hold onto Callan in public elated me. I wondered if he did that on purpose. Plus, we had the luxury of anonymity with our helmets on. It was perfect.

I clung to Callan as he accelerated, heading off into the open road. My cheeks began to hurt from how much I was smiling.

“You okay back there, baby?” he shouted over the roar of the engine as we stopped at a red light.

“I’m fucking fantastic!” I laughed, running my hands over his chest.

“Careful, baby. We might need to make a pit stop if you keep touching me like that.”

I laughed as he accelerated with the green light. I was elated, surprised by how I reacted on a motorcycle with a hot guy—how typical was that? But there was a good reason for it; it was exhilarating, fun, and undeniably hot.

We weaved through traffic on the Golden Gate Bridge, approaching the northern tip of San Francisco known as the Presidio. I was in awe, gazing out at the Pacific Ocean, almost feeling emotional. I could already tell how stunning the views from the hike would be. We pulled into a parking lot with a few other vehicles and a sign that read Bay Area Ridge Trail. Callan cut the engine and lifted his helmet, turning his head to look back at me.

“How was the ride?” he asked, resting his hand on my thigh.

I pulled off my helmet, revealing the huge grin on my face. “We need to do that more often.”

Callan grabbed his backpack and stored our helmets before guiding me onto the trail, as if he knew exactly where he was going.

“I did some research. This trail is moderately strenuous, but it’s secluded.” He shot me a mischievous grin. “You ready for a workout?”

My heart skipped a beat; his deep voice and the way he side-eyed me made me want to strip naked and pull him into the woods. “Let’s do it.”

I kept my head down as we passed a couple of groups of people who seemed unfazed by us. Callan glanced around as we slowly walked uphill, then took my hand, giving me a sly smile.

“This is truly my happy place, Sloane. Being in nature, with you, all alone. Fuck, I never thought I’d say shit like this, but you bring it out of me, baby.” He chuckled, looking almost embarrassed as he laughed to himself.

I smiled down at the dirt trail and squeezed his hand. “I like when you tell me how you’re feeling. Sometimes I feel like I’m into you more than you’re into me,” I admitted quietly.

Truthfully, it hurt when he continually tried to push me away. Callan stopped and turned toward me.

“I’m sorry, baby. You have no fucking clue how much I love you. It’s terrifying. I’m just trying to get used to all of this.” He lifted my chin with his free hand, forcing me to look up into his eyes.

I smiled as I met his nervous hazel-green gaze. “We need to stick together—we need to be strong together. We have to be 100% sure of this, because if it ever gets out, it’s going to be tough. I’m scared too. I love you so much it hurts.”

Callan’s eyebrows twitched as he seemed lost in thought. “You don’t seem scared, Sloane. You’re so fucking tough. You could easily bust my balls if you wanted to.” He laughed.

I giggled, but then my expression shifted. “I am scared, though. You’re so unsure about all of this. I don’t want you to flee,” I confessed, feeling my face fall into a frown.

He looked genuinely hurt, his brows furrowing as he looked down at me. “Fuck. It’s not that I’m not sure about this, Sloane. I’m just as scared that you’re going to flee too. Everything good that’s happened in my life has gone to shit, and it’s always been my fault. I don’t want to fuck this up.” His voice strained, and his eyes were wide with uncertainty.

I looked down at the ground, searching for my next words. “You keep saying you’ve made bad decisions in your life. Your substance abuse—is that what you’re talking about? Because we’re all human, Cal.” I looked back up at him. “Addiction is just like any other disease.”

He licked his lips and lowered his eyes. “Yeah, but it’s the shit I did when I was drinking and on drugs. I don’t remember half of it. I was told I did horrible things, but I can’t tell if it’s true or not because I was too fucked up.”

Now my curiosity was piqued. “Like what?”

Callan shook his head. “Can we talk about this later? I wanna enjoy this hike. I want to fuck you over there in those bushes and erase that shit like it never happened.” He nodded toward the woods behind me.

I smiled, deciding to let it go for now. “Let’s keep going. You can fuck me while we look over the ocean. Promise.”

He moaned impatiently. “Fuck it. You’re worth the wait. Come on, baby.”

He turned and guided me up the trail, the tall trees casting dappled shadows as they blocked the sun. We continued along the dirt path with few breaks and even fewer people passing us. Eventually, we found a fallen tree off the path, and I climbed up onto it.

“Get your phone out. I want you to take a picture,” I told Callan who stood a few feet away.

I looked around as he pointed his phone at me. I zipped down my sweater to reveal my boobs and smiled wide at a surprised Callan.

“Fuck, baby. You’re perfect,” he groaned, keeping his phone on me and tapping the shutter.

I quickly zipped my sweater back up and giggled as I hopped down. I had too much fun teasing Callan.

He stopped me as I tried to walk past him onto the trail by putting his hand to my arm.

“Wait just a moment, baby. Why don’t you feel how hard you made Daddy’s cock?” he teased, his voice low and deep again.

Butterflies swarmed my belly. He grabbed my hand and put it to his cock, making me rub the length of him over his gray sweats. My pussy was already drenched.

“I don’t see the ocean just yet, Daddy,” I teased back as I put my hand down the front of his sweats, grabbing onto his cock and stroking.

His eyes fluttered shut as he moaned.

“Fuck, I want to come inside your sweet pussy, baby,” he breathed out before he opened his eyes again.

Watching him moan for me almost made me give in, but I wanted to keep teasing him. I quickly pulled my hand out and stepped past him.

“Come on. It looks like we’re almost there,” I called out over my shoulder.

“I’m gonna fucking burst,” he groaned, but I could hear his footsteps behind me.

I smiled to myself. Having all this power over him was thrilling, especially after begging for him for so long.

He took my hand and hurriedly guided me up the trail. Callan remained quiet as we walked a few more minutes up a steep incline. As we grew closer to the peak, I could hear voices—there were people up there. Callan was going to be pissed that he couldn’t just drop my leggings and fuck me right then and there.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

Once we reached the top, the breathtaking views of the city, mountains, and sea made me forget everything else. The fog hugged the low mountains, while the setting sun painted the clouds in shades of orange and pink.

Callan gently grabbed my hand, and I turned to look at him. The sunlight cast a perfect glow on his face, highlighting his full lips, which pouted slightly. My heart swelled with love.

“This is beautiful,” I said softly, unable to take my eyes off him.

He stared back at me, sincerity in his gaze. “I love you so fucking much, Sloane. I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel like I don’t.”

I wanted to cry. I wanted to stay with him in California forever, somewhere secluded, just the two of us.

I smiled at him. “I love you too. Don’t forget it, babe.”

We turned back to the breathtaking view, and I finally noticed the other people taking it in as well.

“Excuse me? Could you take a picture of us, please?” A woman with an accent approached us, holding up her camera.

“Yes, of course!” I said, taking her camera and pointing it at her and a few others in her group.

“ Merci , thank you!” she smiled warmly.

“Would you mind returning the favor?” Callan asked, handing her his phone.

“ Oui , yes!”

Callan wrapped his arm around my waist, holding me close and completely unafraid to show PDA in front of them. I smiled, clutching the back of his shirt.

“Gorgeous couple. Merci , thank you,” the woman said before handing Callan his phone back.

I felt a flutter of joy at hearing that we were a cute couple, something I knew Callan wanted to hear. I waved as they walked away, and then Callan swooped me into his arms, giving me a passionate, urgent kiss. As he pressed his body against mine, I felt his hard cock against my stomach. He let go of me, turned me around, and quickly pulled my leggings down. I leaned against a tree and looked around for any other signs of life.

“Let’s hurry, baby. I’m gonna fill your pussy up so you can have my cum dripping down your legs all the way back.”

I gasped as he quickly thrust himself into me, and he fucked me as we looked over the beautiful Pacific Ocean, just as I promised him.