His Red Carnation (Forbidden Blooms #1)

19. Sloane

19

Sloane

Poor Callan was so tense on the flight to Martha’s Vineyard. I tried my best to give him space, but I caved in the last ten minutes just to check in on him. Of course he was fine, but I think I just needed to be near him.

We had only been to the house in Martha’s Vineyard a few times, and I was always amazed at its beauty. We pulled up the long driveway to the six-bedroom, two-story house that overlooked Katama Bay. It was an extravagant home nestled atop a green hill. From almost every window, you could see the bay. I just hoped Callan had the room next to mine, far from my parents’ bedroom.

Callan brought my bag into the house, slowly taking in the views. I stopped beside him as he gazed out the dining room window at the endless blue sea.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” I asked quietly, our arms brushing against each other.

He quickly glanced down at our arms and shifted away just an inch. I knew he was trying to be careful, but it still stung a little bit.

“Not as beautiful as you, baby,” he said quietly, glancing around to make sure we were alone.

I rolled my eyes, suppressing a giggle behind a smile.

“Stunning views, huh?” Mom appeared beside us. “Callan, your room will be next to Sloane’s. Why don’t you show him the way?”

She eyed us carefully before moving on into the kitchen, where Dad was speaking loudly with his two bodyguards, Leo and Julian, who were casually sitting at the kitchen island.

“Follow me,” I instructed Callan.

We made our way up the stairs and down the hall, first stopping at my room.

“You can just put my bag on the bed,” I said as I kicked off my Converse.

Callan smiled as he carefully set my overnight bag down. “I’m gonna hate sleeping in the room next to you. So close but so fucking far,” he mumbled, watching me as he sat on the edge of the bed.

My eyes flickered to the door, then back to him. I quickly walked over, shut it, and locked it.

“Baby, we can’t,” he moaned, disappointment evident in his voice.

I turned to him with a smile. “The door is locked. Let’s make out,” I teased as I flipped my hair and slowly walked to him.

He shook his head but he didn’t hesitate to take my hips and pull me onto him. I straddled him as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and began to grind my hips onto him.

“Such a naughty fucking girl, aren’t you?” He took one hand to my hair and wrapped it around his fist. He tugged my hair back and then planted his lips on my neck, his warm tongue gently swirling around my skin.

“Only for you, Daddy,” I whined, my pussy wet as I felt his hard cock beneath me.

“I want to fuck you so hard that I split you into two, baby,” he continued, inching his hand down into the back of my leggings and grabbing my ass.

I was so turned on by his touch and his voice that I began to work my hips faster, grinding my pussy against him.

“Make me come. I need you,” I moaned into his ear.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, then quickly removed his hand from my hair and stuck his middle finger into my mouth. I got it slick and felt him pull my ass cheek with his other hand. Before I knew it, he was putting his wet finger into my ass.

“Oh my God.” I suppressed the loud moan that tried to escape my throat. “I’m gonna come,” I whispered.

My hips continued, the pleasure from Callan’s finger in my ass overwhelming as my pussy began to throb with pleasure. I let out a moan and Callan quickly covered my mouth with his hand, making me giggle as my orgasm peaked. Soon after, Callan grunted quietly in my ear, lifting his hips up and down as if he were coming too.

As my hips slowed, he let go of my mouth and removed his finger from me.

“Did you just come too?” I smiled at him as I widened my eyes.

He laughed. “Fuck yes I did. My cock was aching and I figured this was as close as we were gonna get here.”

It turned me on knowing he came just from him pleasuring me as I dry humped him.

“Now I gotta go change my fucking pants,” he teased, standing up and gently putting me to my feet.

“I miss you, Callan.” I took his hand to stop him. “I love you. I need to hear it from you too.” I hated feeling so insecure about us in that moment.

He paused and gently placed his tattooed fingers on my chin. “I love you, Sloane Gabriela Martin. Someday you’re gonna be my wife,” he whispered, then pressed his lips to mine.

I melted into his kiss. If we could, I’d marry him right then and there. As we slowly parted, he walked to the door.

“Put on something easy to pull down for the hike. Just in case,” he said, eyeing me with a sly smile before opening the door.

“Yes, Daddy,” I replied quietly as he shut the door behind him.

* * *

I changed my bottoms before heading downstairs to wander around. I found Dad in the living room on his laptop, and he looked up and smiled at me, patting the couch beside him.

“Come sit, sweetie. I feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks.”

“You working already?” I asked as I settled down next to him.

He smiled and closed his laptop, setting it on the coffee table in front of us. He draped his arm over the back of the couch, resting it behind my shoulders.

“You’re right. I can take a few hours off, right? That’s why I wanted to come here in the first place.” His voice carried a hint of sadness.

I glanced up at him. “You doing okay, Dad?”

He chuckled softly. “That’s something I should be asking you. I know there’s been a lot going on lately. I heard you weren’t too happy about what happened in Berkeley.”

I sighed and looked down at my hands. “No, it was fine. I mean, it’s been happening a lot lately. I should be used to it by now,” I said with a shrug.

“No, honey. That’s not something you should get used to. It feels invasive, doesn’t it? Your every move watched,” he said gently.

I was almost teary-eyed as I looked back up at him. “Yeah. It does.” I nodded.

“I’m sorry I can’t be there for you more. But I’m glad you have Callan keeping an eye on you. I trust him with my life.”

My heart dropped. Now I understood Callan’s guilt. My dad truly loved and trusted him. And so did I. Just because we were involved romantically didn’t mean Callan would be any less protective of me—if anything, he was probably more so now.

“I trust him too,” I said. “I feel very safe having him around.”

Dad blinked, and I wasn’t sure how my words sounded, but he seemed a little surprised by my admission.

“Good. I’m glad.” He finally smiled. “Hey, why don’t we all go on that hike you mentioned?”

“Oh…yeah. That sounds good,” I replied, my enthusiasm feigned. I wanted to be alone with Callan, but I also felt guilty for wanting to dismiss the time with Dad.

Dad stood up and held his hand out to me. I took it, and he pulled me up, then wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

“I love you, kiddo,” he said, kissing the top of my head and giving me a small squeeze. “I’ll go find Mom.” He let go and disappeared down the hallway.

I sighed and pulled my phone out to text Callan. Heads up. We’re all going on the hike.

Typing bubbles quickly appeared. Okay, no worries. Maybe you can sneak into my room tonight, just for some company. We’re being too risky lately, baby.

I rolled my eyes, but I knew he was right. Okay. I love you. See you down here soon?

I smiled as I watched the typing bubbles pop up again. I love you too. Yep, just hopping out of the shower.

My mind went wild. Send me a shirtless selfie??

I waited as I stared down at my phone. A whole minute passed until a photo popped up. My heart leapt down to my pussy as I stared at Callan’s mirror selfie with his muscular, tattooed, wet body with a towel wrapped around his hips. Holy shit . This perfect man is mine . And he said I was going to be his wife one day. My heart ached because I wanted to be his wife now .

“You ready, baby?” Mom’s voice startled me, interrupting my drooling over Callan’s picture.

I quickly pocketed my phone and nodded. “Uh huh,” I answered, my tone higher than I expected.

Mom smiled as she put her dark brown locks into a ponytail. “What are you blushing about, huh?”

I smiled and shook my head. “You don’t want to know, Mom,” I answered honestly.

She rolled her eyes. “ Ay, mija. ”

And with perfect timing, Callan walked down the stairs in his casual gray joggers and a black T-shirt. Mom put her hands on her hips as she watched me watch him.

“You’re behaving here, right?” she asked me quietly.

“Yes, Mom,” I answered, almost with irritation.

Callan looked between the two of us, probably sensing the tension. “Are we ready to roll?” he asked casually.

I eyed him up and down, wanting to pounce on him.

“Just waiting for Jake and Leo,” Mom answered with a sigh. “We’ll take the easy trail. I want to get back quickly and relax,” she added.

“Yeah, we can go relax by the beach,” I said to Callan.

He looked at Mom then back at me; now he was tense.

“I hope you brought swimming trunks, Callan. I’m sure Sloane will enjoy that view,” she laughed to herself.

I felt my mouth gape wide open.

“Jesus, Ana.” Callan laughed uncomfortably.

“What’s so funny down here?” Dad asked lightly as he walked down the stairs.

Mom looked at me and Callan and shrugged before she turned to Dad. If she kept subtly teasing us during the trip, I was sure I would die.

“Oh nothing, papa,” she dismissed him, then looked over his shoulder at Leo walking down the stairs. “Oh, good. Let’s go!”

* * *

During the hike, Callan and I kept stealing glances at each other and smiling, making my heart melt every time. An hour later, we were back at the house, and everyone disappeared into their own spaces; I followed Callan up the stairs toward our rooms.

“Is it too obvious if just the two of us go down to the beach?” I whispered to him as we lingered by my door.

He shrugged, glancing over my shoulder. “If you don’t remember, it’s my job to keep you safe,” he said with a sly smile, leaning against the wall.

God, I wanted to ride him so badly. I bit my lip and inched closer to him. “Go get your trunks on then,” I ordered lightly.

Callan quickly cleared his throat, looking over my shoulder again before staring at the ground. He subtly stepped back a little.

“What are you up to now, sweetie?” Dad’s voice called from down the hall.

I turned around quickly and stepped further away from Callan.

“I was asking Callan if he could take me to the beach,” I answered nervously.

“Oh, let him rest. He’s been doing so much. I can take you, honey,” Dad replied casually, standing in the middle of the hallway with his hands in his pockets.

I froze—did Dad sense something between us?

“I mean, I can just go by myself,” I said with a smile. “Unless you want to come,” I quickly added.

Dad shrugged. “I don’t mind spending some time with my baby girl.” He smiled back at me and nodded at Callan.

“Cool. Thanks, Jake. I’ll see you guys later,” Callan said, nodding at both of us before disappearing into his room.

I looked back at Dad, who raised his eyebrows expectantly. “I’ll wait for you downstairs.”

“Okay,” I replied, practically throwing myself into my room.

Fuck. Is Dad suspicious? He definitely seemed like it. Callan was right—we were being too risky. I sighed as I pulled out my phone and texted him. Boo ??

He quickly responded. Probably better this way. Not sure if I’d be able to keep my hands off of you in a bathing suit.

I smiled and then stripped my clothes off. I put on my tiny neon green bikini and quickly took a mirror selfie in my best angle, showing off my ass. I sent it to Callan.

Fuck, baby. When we’re back in DC, I want to see you strip for me in that.

I smiled again, biting my lip. When we’re back in DC, I’m gonna do a lot more than strip for you ??

I giggled and put on a sheer black cover up before slipping on sandals. He responded quickly. Fucking tease. Let me know when you’re back.

I smiled and headed for the stairs but stopped when I noticed Mom and Dad at the bottom, their backs to me.

“I miss doing things as a family. Sloane never wants to do anything with me anymore,” Dad said quietly.

Mom put her arm around him. “She’s eighteen now. She’s too cool for her dear old papa,” she teased.

He smiled at her. “What about my senorita ? Do you still love dear old papa?” he asked flirtatiously.

Ew . I cleared my throat and slowly walked down the stairs.

Mom turned and quickly stood up. “There she is! Sexy mama. Come on, we’re all going to the beach as a family.”

“And Julian,” I added, glancing at Dad’s bodyguard, who was heading down the stairs.

Mom laughed. “And Julian. One big happy family.”