His words penetrated every pore in my body, soaking in under my skin and spreading throughout. His confession, his mouth, his fingers toying with me…. I lost it and let go.
“Fuck, yes,” I screamed when a shuddering shook my body and my pussy began to throb uncontrollably.
“Fucking beautiful,” he grumbled hoarsely.
*~*~*
I threw my bag and purse onto the table and made quick work of texting Aurora.
Me: Need to talk ASAP!!!!!!
I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge as my cell buzzed in my hand.
Aurora: Chica, slow down with the exclamation points, sweetie. Gotta give me about five minutes, in a meeting with the new owner of the club.
Me: Oh, cool. He nice?
I uncapped the bottle and gulped down half of it in one shot.
Aurora: His name is Russell, he’s from Colorado. Looks like he’s gonna be an ass. (eye roll) Just what I need.
Me: Sorry, honey. :(
Aurora: Bastard is calling me out for texting. Call you soon.
I didn’t text her back because the last thing I wanted to do was get her into trouble. Or more trouble than she might be in, especially with a new owner. Flopping on the couch, I let out a huff with a huge smile plastered on my face.
Two hours later, I had just finished telling Aurora everything. As in everything, all that happened between Callen and me, and the secret I’ve been keeping from him.
“Holy fucking shit,” Aurora breathed. “Noelle….”
“I know, Rory,” I whispered back.
“Sweetheart, when you lost your V card I didn’t think it was gonna come with all this shit tagging along.”
“I know,” I repeated.
She took a deep breath. “Why haven’t you told me this?”
“Rory, you had a lot going on with work and all—”
She cut me off. “Honey, I always have time for you, and knowing you’ve been holding this on your shoulders by yourself makes me sad, Noelle.”
There was a few beats of silence before she asked, “When are you going to tell him?”
“I don’t know.” I huffed, grabbed a throw pillow from beside me, and tucked it against my aching gut. “It’s gonna change everything, or even worse… end everything between him and me.”
That very thought had bile rising to the back of my throat. Suddenly I had a pounding headache and an ache in my chest that wouldn’t go away.
“You should have let Trevor cash in your V card last year, honey, then you’d have one less thing to worry about here.”
A small, sad chuckle fell from my lips. The gloom held between us for a few seconds.
“Maybe I should come—”
“No!” I halted her words. “I’ll figure it out, honey, but thank you. Hey, if I need to run, I can always come hide out by you.”
“True.” She chuckled and asked, “So, it was that good, huh?”
I let out a deep sigh. “Mind-blowing, Ror, mind-fucking-blowing.”
“Damn, must’ve been good since you’re cursing.” She laughed and I joined her.
She asked for every detail about my first time, and I told her. As girls do, we squealed at certain parts, but she said that he sounded like he took care of me the way a man should. When we finally hung up and I looked to the clock and saw it was already after nine, I began to panic. I hadn’t heard from Callen.
I rose from the couch and grabbed the cell from my purse, and when I saw the countless calls and texts from him, my heart dropped into my stomach. I stabbed at the small screen and he answered on the first ring.
“Jesus Christ, Noelle, where the fuck’ve you been?” Callen grated out.
“Sorry, I came home and called my friend and totally forgot that the ringer was off on this phone.”
“For fucks sake, you have about an hour drive in that piece of shit, and when I don’t hear from you for five fucking hours, Noelle, I—”
I cut his rant off. “I’m sorry, Callen, I won’t do it again.”
He let out a deep breath. “Next time I see you, I should bend you over and put my hand to your ass.”
That image filled my head, and a tingle rushed through my body. The feeling was so unexpected, I sucked in a breath.
“Fuck. She’d like that,” he said lowly.
I didn’t answer him because the thought did kind of excite me and might be something I’d like to explore.
“I need you here at two tomorrow, can you do that?” he asked out of the blue.
“Umm.” I thought about my schedule. “Yeah, I can do that, why?”
“My brother changed his plans and he’s gonna be here.”
“Oh, Ben?” I asked.
“Only brother I got, babe.”
I made my way to my bedroom. Cradling the cell to my ear as I wiggled my way out of my jeans, I said, “True. Will your niece be with him?”
“No.” He sighed. “She doesn’t need to come to a fucking place like this. She’ll stay with my parents.”
“Callen, it’s not a horrible place. Actually, it seems like a little retreat, and if someone didn’t know exactly what it was, they’d think the same.” I pulled the phone from my ear to slip my shirt over my head when he laughed. “You know, as much as I love your laugh, it always seems to be at my expense,” I teased.
“Then stop saying cute shit.”
“It wasn’t cute or shit, it was the truth. Hold on.” I put the cell on my dresser and slipped into a nightshirt. “Okay.”
“What was that about?” he questioned.
“Changing my clothes.”
“First, they have this shit called speakerphone. Second, but should actually be first, if I was there you wouldn’t be in clothes.” His voice got low and gravelly at the last. It was the same tone he used in the heat of the moment, and it was my favorite. Not to mention, my body responded to it.
“Callen….”
“Baby, don’t do that. Doc’s still around and I can’t be hiding in the bathroom beatin’ off.”
Pulling back the covers, I slipped into bed. “Do what?”
“Say my name like that, all soft and sweet.” He paused and asked, “And gotta tell you, babe, you cursing is fucking adorable.”
“Callen,” I huffed. “I’m a grown woman, I can curse. I just don’t do it often.”
He whispered roughly, “Princess, I know how much of a grown woman you are.”
*~*~*
I pulled into a spot, lowered the visor, and made quick work applying lip gloss and making sure my straightened hair wasn’t a wild mess. Forty minutes into my drive to Mountains Bay, my air conditioner had stopped working. Thankfully I wasn’t too sweaty, as I’d kept all the windows down, but I reached into my purse anyway and took out the little tube of body spray I had in there. A few brief spurts, and I was ready to meet Callen’s brother.
“Hi, Sylvia,” I called to where she sat behind her desk.
She gave me a smile. “Hello, Noelle. Callen is in the back courtyard.”
“Thanks,” I threw over my shoulder, already headed in that direction since he’d told me that’s where he’d be.
Once I spotted Callen off to the right sitting at a table under the large tree, I stopped dead in my tracks. First, because the smile he had on his face while he focused on the cell in his hands was absolutely breathtaking and would stop a freight train in its tracks. Second, because holy mother of God, the Westbrooks had produced not only one gorgeous man, but two. From what I could see, Benjamin was taller than Callen and maybe slightly bigger and more muscular.
As if he sensed me standing there, Callen’s eyes came straight to me, and that breathtaking grin picked up a notch, something I thought was impossible.
A rapid rush of excitement filled my body as I smiled back. Ben turned to look in my direction, and for the love of God, he was beautiful. But not as handsome as Callen. I began to make my way toward them, running my hands down my sundress, and got a little curve of Callen’s lips.
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“Hi,” I greeted them with a small voice.
Callen reached out and ever so lightly touched my hand. “Hey, baby.”
I almost melted because the look in his eyes was so soft.
Ben stood and reached out a hand. “Ben.”
I took it and replied, “Noelle Anderson.”
Callen rose and moved over a bit and gestured next to him. “Sit.”
We made small talk as Callen showed me pictures of his niece, Ben’s daughter, Arabella, who was adorable. Callen also informed me that he’d told his brother about us. That caused a flush of heat to rise from my neck and into my cheeks and got me an approving wink from his brother, which made me wonder what exactly Callen said.
“I can’t believe you decided to come hand deliver the file yourself,” Callen said to Ben as he looked at the manila folder on the table.
“Is that what was supposed to be delivered to my place?” I asked, gesturing to the envelope.
“Yep,” Callen said.
“Yeah, well, I figured I needed time away from the business, with all the shit that went down last week. Plus, I wanted to see my baby brother,” Ben teased, trying to pinch Callen’s cheek.
“Get the fuck outta here.” Callen dodged him with a chuckle. He reached for the package and it was as if I weren’t there.
“You know how I feel about this shit,” Ben said with tight lips.
Callen started to open the packet as he told his brother, “I know, but I need to know, Ben, to completely move forward.”
“I get that, Cal, but remember it’s the past, buddy, can’t be changed, and promise me you will move on?” Ben made Callen promise with apprehension lacing every word.
Callen nodded and pulled a stack of white pages from the cover. It looked to be sheets and sheets of typed-out words. Some pages had dates on the top. Ben was watching Callen intently as he scanned the pages one by one.
“Fuck, this guy is thorough,” Callen muttered, still scanning.
“Told ya,” Ben agreed. “He’s one of the top PI’s in Colorado and surrounding states.”
PI? Private investigator!
My heart fell into my stomach as it tightened, producing a sharp pain in my gut. A rush of heat filled my veins as the words sank in. And when Callen flipped the last page and extracted photos, bile rose in my throat. The more pages of pictures that he flipped through, the more my breathing became labored. I sat there gasping for air to the point it felt as if someone had their hands wrapped around my throat.
“Baby.” Callen grabbed my trembling hands from the table. “Breathe, sweetheart.”
“Shit.” Ben rose and took off toward the house.
“Ca—” I tried to choke out.
“Princess,” he said softly, and wrapped his arms around my shuddering body, causing tears to tickle my eyes. “Shhh. Breathe, baby, please just breathe.”
“But….” The tears began to fall. “You—”
“Here,” Ben interrupted, shoving a bottle of cold water at me.
Callen snatched the bottle from his hand and opened it quickly.
“Drink.”
He put the small opening to my lips and I took a little sip when he tipped the bottle. The cold water felt like icy knives cutting my throat. The tears still slowly fell from my eyes, but my breathing began to even out.
“Callen,” I grated out croakily.
“Noelle.” He started rubbing my back. “Shhh.”
“But—”
Ben chimed in, not letting me finish. “Do you want me to get the nurse?”
“No,” I told him firmly.
Callen stood. “Let’s go inside in the air. It’s getting pretty fucking warm out here.”
Ben agreed and grabbed the array of papers and photos from the table, tucking them back into the envelope. Callen helped me stand on wobbly legs, and we all moved inside and went straight to Callen’s room. Ben tossed the screaming yellow package on the desk. I stared at it closely, wanting it to burst into flames right before our eyes. All the contents destroyed.
“Sit, princess,” Callen advised as he walked me to the bed. “You feeling better?”
“Yeah,” I breathed, nodding and lying. My glare was fixed on the envelope. Just as I was about to speak, Callen did.
“Give me your car keys?” he asked with an outstretched hand.
“What?” I asked, confused, and looked to him.
Ben sat in the desk chair, blocking my view of the package.
“Keys,” he repeated, and without another question, I reached into my purse. Once he had them in hand, he pulled my car key from the ring and tossed it to Ben. “See how much you can get for this?”
Ben stood, retrieved keys from his pocket, unhooked something from his key ring, and chucked it to Callen. “Got it.”
“Wait, what?” I blurted, confused.
“Here.” Callen placed the remote-looking thing onto my key ring and set them back in my hand. “Use this?”
I stared at them in my hand. “Callen—”
“It’s my car, Noelle. Use it. You need something dependable, ’cause that piece of shit you drive ain’t gonna last long.”
“But….”
“Jesus, Noelle, don’t fucking argue.”
“But….” I paused, looked back down at the fancy little remote, and added, “It’s an Audi?”
Ben chuckled and I looked at him with stunned eyes. He stopped.
“Umm,” Ben muttered, rising. “I’ll be back.” He walked out of the room.
“Yeah.” Callen crouched in front of me. “I know what I drive.”
I huffed. “I’ll look for a new car, I promise, and—”
He cut me off. “Okay, and you can look for it while you drive my car.”
I stared into his eyes, completely stunned that he was handing his extremely expensive car over to me like it was nothing, just a cheap loaner for me to use while I looked for a car. Pulling onto a car lot with a car that most likely cost over a hundred grand while I asked the dealer if they had anything in the five to ten thousand range was going to look ridiculous. I told Callen that and he laughed.
“Babe, don’t worry about it.”
“Callen….”
“You know how fucking bad I wanna take your mouth right now?” His eyes went dark with lust.
Mine went soft. “Callen,” I whispered in a needy voice, because I wanted the same thing.
“So fucking hard not to touch you the way I want when you’re near,” he whispered, roughness lacing his words. He abruptly stood. “Go ask Doc if you can take me out?”
A small smile lightened my face and I rose and looked at him. He gave me a wink and a smirk that caused my core to throb. Earlier events fell to the wayside.
I went and asked Dr. Meyers. He said yes, and after we had lunch with Ben and he left, we took off.
Chapter Thirteen
Callen
*~*DAY 46*~*
I kicked the door closed with my foot as my mouth found hers. Gripping her ass, I lifted, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Pinning her against the wall beside the heavy wooden hotel room door, I took her mouth in an animalistic kiss. She matched my fierce need, moaning in want down my throat. I stroked down the side of her and lifted her dress, feeling the silky-smooth skin of her thigh along my fingers as they ran up her leg.
“Yes,” she whimpered when my hand snaked between our bodies.
Sliding her panties aside, I drove two fingers inside her dripping cunt.
My mouth moved to her ear. “Wet for me, baby?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
I swirled my fingers deep in her wet pussy. “This,” I pressed them deeper, feeling the softness of her cunt, “is all fucking mine, Noelle, got it?”
“Yes.” She groaned and bucked her hips into my hand.
“Say it,” I grated out before I ran my tongue down her neck.
“Oh God,” she moaned. “It’s all yours, Callen.”
I bit her shoulder and gr
owled.
“Only yours,” she confessed on a heavy breath.
I removed my fingers from her pussy and she whimpered. I made quick work undoing my jeans and pulling out my rock-hard cock. Centering myself at her soaking entrance, I groaned in her ear, “Hold on, baby, gonna fuck you hard.”
Her hands gripped my biceps. I locked my arms behind her knees, spread her wide, and pushed into her in one swift motion.
“Oh God,” she cried out.
I rested my forehead against hers and muttered, “You tell me if you need to stop?”
“Okay.” The minty scent of her breath coasted into my nostrils.
I planted my hands on the wall, pressing her into it and pulled out slowly. Then rammed into her, feeling her tightness stretch around my rigid dick.
“Fuck,” I ground out.
Thrust after thrust, our breaths heavy in the room, I fucked her. Raw, animalistic fucking against the wall. Bodies slapping together with the sound of rough sex. Moans and groans coming from within our chests as pleasurable bliss filled our bodies. We breathed in each other’s air as we stayed forehead to forehead as I drove deep and hard into her.
“Callen,” she whimpered in warning.
“Give it to me, princess.” My breath was heavy.
It was these times during sex I fucking loved. Just when the woman was teetering on the edge of coming because I held that control. The control of letting them fall or not. My movements were what brought her closer or drew her back; I decided whether I was going to fuck her hard and make her come the same, or draw out a long orgasm that had her riding that wave for long periods after.
But I didn’t have it in me to slow and give her that ride. I needed her to come hard and fast for me. So my thrusts became more forceful, and with each deep push into her pussy, she started to scream.
“Fuck yes!”
And I loved that even more. That she was so deep in the throes of passion that she let go of everything. I leaned my head back and regarded her half-lidded blue eyes, filled with wanton heat.
“Gonna come on my cock, baby?”
“Yes,” she moaned, and clung to my biceps, nails digging into my flesh.
I pounded into her, bringing her higher and higher with every rough stroke of my dick into her pussy. Her muscles tightened and she let out a guttural groan as she tipped over the edge. Instantly her cunt clamped onto me, gripping so hard I had no choice but to slow my thrusts. The friction bearing down on my cock almost made her impenetrable. Within moments her cunt released its violent grasp on me. Her body thrashed, eyes rolled back into her head, tiny hands clawing my biceps as her sweet juices poured down my balls. Her deep moans and screams had me pounding into her, then I seated myself deep inside and came.
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