His Red Carnation (Forbidden Blooms #1)

26. Callan

26

Callan

My eyes weren’t even open yet when I felt the throbbing pulse of a headache. I knew the feeling all too well—I was hungover. The memories of what happened with Jake flooded back, and I shot up, gasping for air. Sloane .

“Baby, it’s okay.” Her sweet voice was beside me in bed, and I instantly burst into tears. Tears of relief, pain, guilt, shame, and love.

I felt her warm body nestle close as I cried into my hands. “I’m sorry, baby. I fucked up. I fucked up,” I repeated through sobs.

I never cried, and I hated how shameful I felt doing it in front of Sloane.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m here. Everything is gonna be okay,” she whispered softly, rubbing circles on my back.

I gasped for air as my sobs began to subside. I lifted my head; the only light came from the faint glow seeping in from the hallway. I glanced over at Sloane—she stared at me, wide-eyed and worried. I fucking hated that I made her feel like that.

“Sloane, I have to tell you something,” I blurted out, afraid that she already knew. I waited for her to stop me, but she only kept her eyes on me, listening intently as she continued to rub circles on my back. “I was accused of something terrible by an ex-girlfriend of mine.”

She didn’t say anything; she only nodded knowingly. “I know,” she whispered.

My heart dropped to the fucking floor. “You know?”

She nodded again. “My dad told me. But I don’t believe it,” she said quietly.

I swallowed hard and shook my head. “It’s not true, baby. I swear it’s not. I’d never lay a hand on a woman.”

She bit her quivering lip, like she was trying not to cry. “I know you wouldn’t, Callan. I know,” she whispered.

Relief washed over me like a warm blanket. I exhaled and lay back on the bed, gently tugging her down with me as I wrapped my arm around her.

She held onto me tightly. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” she asked quietly after a moment of silence.

I sighed heavily. “Because I was afraid of what you’d think of me. I was afraid that you’d be scared of me,” I admitted.

She sat up suddenly, gazing down at me with sad eyes. “Callan, I would never be afraid of you. I know you, and despite what you may think, you’re a big fucking softie.” A small smile tugged at her lips.

I laughed. She was right. I only put on the facade of being a big fucking tough guy, but she really knew me—she brought out the best in me.

“Can I ask you something else?” she hesitantly asked, looking down at my bare chest.

I was nervous again. “Anything, baby. I’ll tell you everything.”

She tilted her head as her gaze lifted to mine. “Did you drink because you felt guilty about…about us being together?” The pain was unmistakable in her voice, and it broke my fucking heart.

“No, baby,” I assured her as I sat up, taking her hand. “I jumped to conclusions when you didn’t answer your phone right away. I thought Jake told you and then I thought you were just gonna…I don’t know, fucking hate me or something,” I admitted. “It’s my own fault, baby.”

Tears filled her eyes as she knelt beside me on the bed, then swung a leg over to straddle me, her body aligning with mine. I doubt she intended to turn me on at that moment, but my cock instantly hardened.

“I’ll never stop loving you, Callan, no matter what. Don’t ever assume anything like that ever again,” she said sternly as she gazed into my eyes, my goddess taking charge.

I couldn’t help but grab her ass and begin to grind her on top of my hard cock. “I won’t, baby,” I said, squeezing her plump ass as her hips began to move, her lips slightly parting.

She began to moan quietly. “The only thing you need to get drunk on is my pussy,” she said with a sly smile.

Fucking hell. “Goddamn, baby. I love when your pretty little voice talks dirty to me,” I said as I grazed my lips to hers, trying to tease her, but she knew she was in charge.

She giggled and my cock twitched. “I wasn’t trying to seduce you, but now that I have your hard cock underneath me, I need you inside of me.”

I let out an involuntary moan. I swear to fucking God, her dirty talk could easily make me come.

“Yeah? You want me to fill up your perfect pussy?” I was already lifting her shirt over her head, exposing her bare tits in my face, and I eagerly planted my lips on her nipple.

“Fuck yes,” she moaned, moving her hips against my cock, and I was ready to burst already.

I lifted her up and tossed her onto her back on the bed, and she began to pull her underwear down as I took out my cock.

“I want you to be rough with me, Daddy,” she said, right as I put the tip of my cock to her slit, but her words stopped me.

“Yeah?” I asked nervously. For some reason, now that she knew about the accusation against me, I hesitated to be rough with her.

“Yes. Please . I want you to do everything you want with me. Use me, Daddy,” she begged, lifting her hips in search of my cock.

I didn’t want her to know how much that turned me on. I didn’t want her to know that was the only sex I knew before she and I got together. I loved degradation, hair pulling, spitting, and choking. I was afraid to show her that side of me because she was my perfect girl. I was her first, her only, and I didn’t want her to think less of me. I just wanted to make her happy—I wanted to make her feel good.

I was too inside my head. I pulled away slightly, just enough to resist the urge to pound into her tight pussy. “You sure, Sloane? What if you don’t like that?” I asked quietly, searching her face as I spoke.

Her eyebrows pulled together. “You know I’ll tell you how I feel, Callan. If I don’t like it, I’ll tell you to stop. I trust you.” She grabbed my hips and pulled me close to her again.

Fuck . That’s all it took—I guided my cock to her pussy, and I thrust hard and deep into her, then took her wrists with my hands and pinned her to the bed.

“Tell me, baby. You want to be Daddy’s good little slut? You want me to pound your pussy and ass so hard, you won’t be able to walk straight for a fucking week?” I growled quietly, just loud enough for her to hear over her own moans.

“Yes, Daddy. Let me be your good little slut. Fuck me hard, slap me, choke me,” she whined, her gaze not once leaving mine.

Holy fucking shit. She really is my dream girl.

“You sure, baby?” I asked, still hesitant, unsure of myself.

“Yes!” she responded with an attitude, and I smiled, knowing exactly what I wanted to do with my little fucking brat.

I released one of her wrists, bringing my hand up to her lips, parting them with my thumb and forefinger. Letting saliva build up behind my lips, I spat down at her, and it landed perfectly in her mouth. She smiled as she swallowed, and I moved my hand away, then gently slapped her cheek. She gasped, but her wide, eager eyes met mine, full of anticipation.

“Like that?” I asked for reassurance, fucking her harder.

“Yes!” she whimpered as her eyes rolled back with pleasure.

Fuck . I wasn’t going to last long being rough with my sweet girl.

“More!” she demanded loudly, wrapping her legs around me and pulling herself even closer to me.

“God, such a naughty fucking slut. You like when Daddy degrades you, calls you his little whore?” I asked, pulling her legs up and against my chest, and she felt even fucking tighter.

“Fuck yes. I wanna be your good fucking whore. I want you to use me in every way you want,” she moaned, prompting me to thrust harder and faster, making her scream.

“Come on, baby,” I said as I reached down to thumb her clit, rubbing furiously. “Come on my cock like a good girl.”

She began to scream as she clenched her thighs around my body, her perfect fucking face writhing in pleasure.

I let go of her as she loosened her grip on me, and I picked her up and tossed her around, positioning her on her stomach. She got on her knees and looked back at me with a smile, biting her bottom lip in anticipation. Her plump ass jiggled as I grabbed her hips and thrust hard into her, and she whimpered as she fisted the blanket underneath her, letting her head hang low. I watched her ass bounce against my body as I fisted her hair, tugging it back as she arched her back and let me pull hard.

“Fuck, baby. I need to fuck your sweet little ass next. It’s begging me to fuck it,” I growled as I tugged her hair back harder, lifting her body to rest her back against my chest as I continued to pound her.

“Yes, Daddy, fuck my ass,” she cried excitedly.

I let out a primal moan as I pulled out and quickly grabbed the lube from my bedside table. I generously lathered my cock with the cold liquid and brought her back into the same position, this time gently wrapping my hand around her throat.

“You wanna prep, baby? Or do you want Daddy to fuck your ass just like this?” My lips grazed against her ear as I teased her ass with the head of my cock.

“Fuck my ass now ,” she demanded, and it brought a smile to my face—my baby knew what she wanted, and she was gonna get it.

I slowly pushed my cock into her ass, wanting to pound into her but not wanting to hurt her, so I took my time. I began to thrust my hips gently as she moaned, and I tightened my grip on her throat, ready to burst already.

“Oh my God,” she growled as I continued to inch in, and I finally lost control as she reached her hand down to her pussy and began to rub herself.

I pounded my hips against her ass, igniting more screams from her mouth. I let go of my grip on her throat to hold onto her hips, and she caught herself on her hands on the bed. I hadn’t heard my baby moan so loudly before, so wildly, and it brought out a fucking beast in me. I continued to pound her ass as she fell down onto her belly on the bed, and my balls tightened as I neared my orgasm. I reached around to her clit and began to rub quickly as I growled out with pleasure, spilling myself into her ass, and she screamed out, “I’m coming! Fuck, I’m coming!”

Holy fucking shit . I couldn’t believe how satisfying it was to be so rough with Sloane, and she fucking loved it. Right? She loved it? My mind began to race before I even pulled out of her.

“Baby,” I said as I caught my breath, trailing kisses on her shoulder.

“Hmmm?” Her eyes were closed and a small smile tugged on her lips.

I didn’t want to pull out yet, so I fell onto the bed, pulling her down with me as I positioned us on our sides, leaving my cock in her ass as I spooned her.

“Baby, did you like that?” I asked worriedly, getting into my head again.

“ Oh my God , Callan,” she moaned, still lost in pleasure. “I fucking loved it.”

I smiled and exhaled a chuckle, relieved. I also loved that my fucking foul mouth was rubbing off on her so much.

“Sloane, I love you. I’d be so fucking lost without you,” I blurted out, my emotions running high.

“Aw, baby.” She turned her head and raised her arm to pull me into a kiss. “I love you too, Callan. So, so much.”

I wanted to see her beautiful face so I begrudgingly pulled out of her and turned her around to face me. Her big, brown eyes found mine and she smiled that big, dimpled smile. All of the guilt that had consumed me before suddenly vanished. I was knocked the fuck out by Jake, but I deserved it. But it was done with—now he knew. Now we just needed to face the scrutiny of whatever the fuck the press was saying about it. And the Sarah shit, fuck. How the fuck—

“What are you thinking about?” Sloane pulled me out of my head as she gently placed her palm on my cheek.

I thought about where to start first.

“I don’t remember going to sleep. What happened when…did I do anything stupid when you got here?” I hesitantly asked.

Her smile faded slightly, but she shook her head. “No. You were trying to feel me up, but I distracted you. You were the same Callan as always, just slightly slurred and wobbly,” she said with a small laugh.

Thank fuck.

“I’m sorry, baby. I should have been sober. I should have been clear-headed so we could’ve talked about everything that happened,” I said quietly, still ashamed of myself.

She shook her head. “It’s okay, Cal. That was rough—I can understand why you did it.” She began to rub circles on my arm, and I wondered how I ended up so lucky. What the fuck did I do in a past life to deserve the most amazing, special woman in the world? I must have been the fucking Pope or some shit.

“How are you doing, baby? Are you okay?” I asked, sitting up on my elbow, desperately wanting to take care of her for once.

She shook her head and blinked, then rolled onto her back. I could see tears welling in her eyes and my heart fucking broke into a million pieces.

“I’m okay. My dad said some harsh stuff, but…I know he didn’t mean it. It’s just…” she trailed off, staring at the ceiling.

“What, baby?” I asked, taking her hand in mine.

She looked back at me and frowned. “The internet is saying a bunch of shitty things. About me, about you, about my dad. I know I shouldn’t look at that stuff but…I just don’t understand why any of this matters.” Her voice was small and weak, a tone I hadn’t heard from her much.

I sighed. My baby was smart, but she hadn’t yet realized how cruel the world could be.

“Don’t go on the internet, baby. Fuck ‘em,” I said, offering the weakest fucking advice, but she still smiled and nodded.

“Let’s hide out here for a while. Now that it’s out there, and I basically moved out, you’re gonna be stuck with me for a while.” She laughed, and she was back to my usual sweet girl.

I rolled over and onto my knees, then flung a leg over her so I could straddle her. I pinned her wrists against the bed and she bit her lip with a smile, eagerly waiting for whatever I was gonna do to her.

“Good. Now tell me all the things you liked about Daddy being rough with you, and I’ll do them all over again.”