by Kelli Walker
“Cum with me,” I whispered.
And like I had been helpless against him, he was helpless against me.
“Shit. Callie. Fuck. Oh… so good. So beautiful. Oh, shit.”
I clung to him. Wrapped myself around him and refused to let go. My body contracted and released with my orgasm as his cock filled my body. He held me close. His arms cloaked my back while he nibbled on my shoulder. My pussy milked him for all he had, and it wasn’t until I collapsed against him that reality dawned on me.
I’d never felt this way with another man before. Not even with Matthew.
I buried my face into the crook of Colt’s neck, feeling his cock sit safely within my body. Our juices leaked from between my thighs, and neither of us cared how it tainted the water we sat in. He stroked my hair and kissed my temple. I nuzzled my nose against his neck before kissing it repeatedly. I felt spent. Exhausted. Used, in all the best ways.
I felt beautiful in the arms of Colton Roper, and I didn’t want to give it up. I wouldn’t. I refused.
Even if it cost me my father.
Colton
My eyes pulled open and the first thing I felt was the silky smooth texture of her skin. The way she moved with me as my body stretched. The way her hair slid across my chest. The steady puff of air that fell from her lips against my muscles. Callie wrapped herself around me as I shifted in bed, trying to run away from the sliver of morning sun that pierced its way through my eyelids. Her leg slid between my thighs, blanketing me in a warmth I had never known before. I pulled her close. Kissed the top of her head and buried my nose into her vanilla-scented hair.
It felt right, waking up with Callie strewn across my body.
“Morning,” she sighed.
I glanced down, watching the beautiful naked goddess I’d come to adore shift along the edge of my form.
“Morning,” I said, grinning.
“What’s for breakfast?”
I turned her over, hearing her giggles cascade along my ear as I pressed her down into the mattress. I pinned her wrists above her head and kissed her neck. Nibbled her shoulder. Drew in the musky scent of her pussy. It still lingered on my cock. On my lips. Against the side of my thigh.
What was for breakfast?
Why, she was breakfast.
My phone rang out in the living room and I chose to ignore it. I nuzzled my face between the crook of Callie’s breasts. Her nails clamped down into the top of my hand as her body bucked, her pussy begging for me. The heat radiating off her body made my cock jump. Made it stand at attention despite the fog of sleep both of us still fought against. I wrapped my lips around her pert nipple, smiling in satisfaction as the phone stopped ringing.
But I groaned against her skin when its ringtone filled the air once more.
“Are you sure that’s not work or something?” Callie breathed.
“If it is, they can hand on.”
“Colt.”
My gaze panned up to hers and she gave me a knowing glance. I hated it when she was right. Especially when it ruined my time on the playground. I rushed up her body and brushed my lips against hers, then released her hands so she could move. I tumbled off her body and searched for my boxers, pulling them over my legs as the phone kept ringing. And ringing. And vibrating. And ringing some more.
“I’m coming. Fuck,” I murmured.
Callie’s giggle shot shivers down my spine as I took one last look at her angelic body over my shoulder.
“This is Colton,” I said, answering the phone.
“Hey. It’s me.”
My eyes glanced back at Callie, watching her unravel her wonderfully naked form from the silken sheets of the bed.
“Hey there, Clay. What’s up?” I asked.
“The two of you didn’t come back last night.”
“No. We didn’t.”
“Didn’t know that wasn’t part of the plan.”
“Do you want to know where we are?” I asked.
“Actually, no. I’m calling to tell you that, wherever you are, keep Callie away from the news.”
I furrowed my brow, waving at Callie as he wiggled her fingers at me. She wrapped the sheet around her and slipped into the bathroom. I strode into the room and looked around for a television, then sighed with relief when I didn’t see one.
“Want to tell me what this is about?” I asked.
“More pictures of Matthew have surfaced, and he’s with more women,” Clay said.
“I should’ve ripped that kid’s head off when I had the chance.”
“You and I both. I want you keeping Callie away from the news syndicates. It’s everywhere, and it’s not good.”
I heard the shower turn on before Callie’s small hums filled the space of the bedroom. She wasn’t coming out anytime soon. Not when she found the hot water misters that turned the damn thing into a sauna.
“How bad are the pictures?” I asked.
“They’re bad, Colt. He’s out at a club with a couple of girls in one of them. Dragging them back to his place, both of them kissing on him. Another one has him with a girl who looks almost like Callie, save for the very tan skin. She’s got him pinned to a brick wall with her lips on his neck.”
I felt my blood boiling as my vision dripped with red.
“There is good news, though.”
“And what would that be?” I asked.
“I called Clemmons before I called you, and he’s in the process of trying to figure out if those pictures line up with any of the purchases outlined on the paperwork served to Callie. If they do, our lawyer feels confident that he can get those charges wiped from that eleven-page document.”
“She shouldn't even be paying a fucking dime, Clay.”
“And Clemmons is working on that.”
“Is that the only good news?” I asked.
“It’s better than nothing. I know it’s not a lot, but it’s turned this bullshit turning up in the media into something slightly more productive.”
“I’ll make sure Callie stays away from the news. You’ve got my word.”
A pause fell over the conversation and I heard the shower turn off. Guess Callie didn’t find the mister function. I glanced over at the television and eyed the cable hookup at the back of it. I walked over and reached for it, unscrewing it from the back of the flatscreen and tucking it away so Callie couldn't see. That way, if she turned on the television, it would shoot straight to the streaming service homepage instead of opening up to the local fucking news.
“I think having the house to myself last night gave me some time to think about everything,” Clay said.
“Is that a good thing?” I asked.
“It’s neutral right now. I do want to have a talk with you when the two of you get back, however.”
“I’m still shocked you haven’t asked me where we are. Is there a reason for that?”
“Honestly? In my time thinking in my office last night, the one thing I kept coming back to was how I always trusted you with Callie.”
I heard the bathroom door open and looked up, watching her come out in a towel. She looked at me and smiled, with her freshly-brushed teeth and her dripping wet hair. She waved at me. The most innocent gesture that tugged at my heart. I nodded at her before she moved out of my vision, and I turned my back so she wouldn't hear the conversation between myself and Clay.
“I’ll always protect her, Clay. You know this.”
“I know. I know you will. In the back of my very angry mind, I know that. Which is why I don’t care where you are. I know Callie’s safe with you. So, wherever the two of you are holed up, it’s best if you stay put until the media frenzy dies down. Because I’m not too sure they won’t descend onto her if she steps out in public until this passes.”
I was shocked at his words, but elated at the prospect of spending more time with Callie. Alone. Away from the world and the drama and the heat pouring off my brother’s body from his frustration.
“Let me know when it’s safe
to come back home. I’ll bring her back when this is done,” I said.
“You fucking better, Colt.”
“I’ll never keep her from you, Clay. You’re her father. We’re here family. Always.”
I heard my brother draw in a deep breath as I cleared my throat.
“I’ll keep you updated,” he said.
Then, the call hung up.
I tossed my phone down onto the coffee table and strode for the hotel landline. I picked it up off its receiver and dialed the front desk, anxious to put the plans in my head down on paper. The second Clay told me to stay put with Callie, my mind started swirling. Thank fuck I’d put us up in a resort hotel and spa. There was plenty for us to do in this building. We wouldn’t have to step out of it once.
“Front desk service, how may I help you?”
“Hello there. This is Colton Roper, in the penthouse suite.”
“Mr. Roper. Of course. How can I be of service?”
“I know my guest and I have a late check-out of one in the afternoon today. Is there any way to cancel that.”
“Of course. Are you wanting to check out now?”
“No,” I said. “I want to book your suite through the week. And while I have you on the phone, I’d like to hear a rundown of your spa services and your kitchen chef’s specialties.”
Callie
“You know we’re always honest with one another, right?” I asked.
I looked up from my pillow on the couch and watched Colton nod.
“We are, yes,” he said.
“So, you know I can always tell when you’re hiding something from me, right?”
I watched his face grow stoic as the movie droned on in the background.
“I can tell you’re hiding something, Colt. I’ve been waiting for you to bring it up all day.”
I picked my feet off Colton’s lap and sat up. After announcing to me that he was surprising me with a week ‘away from it all’, we had settled down for a nice, long day of movies and room service. And it had been phenomenal. I put on his button-down shirt, pulled on my panties, and tossed myself onto his body as we nestled into the couch. He held me and I held him. I put my feet underneath his thigh and laid down while he stroked my legs. He picked my legs up and placed them over his lap, massaging my heels softly.
And all day, I saw the unspoken words rushing behind his eyes.
But now, as I sat there with my legs crossed and a space between us for the first time that day, I grew nervous.
“What are you hiding?” I asked.
“You know I’ve never lied to you, Callie.”
“I know.”
“So you know I can’t beat around the bush with it should I choose to tell you.”
“I’m more concerned about why you haven’t already. I’ve always been open with you. I’ve never felt as if there were secrets between us, until now.”
“Do you trust me?”
My eyes connected with Colt’s icy blue stare and it sent a shiver down my spine. Something was wrong. I could see it in the way he looked at me.
“With everything I have,” I said.
“Your father is taking care of some things that have popped up. So, until they are taken care of, the two of us are going to spend a week treating ourselves to all the luxury amenities this hotel has to offer us.”
“Matthew’s done something again, hasn’t he?”
“You said you trusted me.”
“This has nothing to do with trust. This is my life, Colt. And I want to know what’s going on in it.”
“I promised Clay I’d keep you occupied and safe.”
“From what, Colt? What’s he done?”
He shifted his body towards me and I took the liberty of scooting closer to him. His hand came out and fell onto my knee, his thumb swirling in that comforting way he always did when I was a child. It was a movement I’d come to associate with peace. Serenity. A calm after some sort of storm. Or even during it. But as I watched the swirling motions pull a small red mark upon my skin, I realized we’d gone several minutes without saying anything.
“Before your mother died, I promised her that--no matter what--I would always protect you.”
I felt tears crest my eyes as my gaze panned up to him.
“I knew Clay did that, but I didn’t know you did,” I said.
“Your father and I both made that promise to her. And we made it will all of our hearts. So, you have to trust me on this, Little Callie. You have to trust that I’ve told you the truth while sparing you the hurt I won’t be able to bear if it rises in your eyes again.”
It was the most defeated I’d ever heard Colt sound before, and it broke my heart.
“This is me keeping you occupied. This is me protecting you. And it’s not something that will ever stop. I’ll never stop standing in the shadows, making sure you rise to the top. I’ll never stop being there for you. I’ll never not support you. And when life comes crashing down, I’ll never stop throwing myself on top of you so the roof comes down on my back instead of yours. So listen to me when I tell you that we are on vacation for the next week, and that everything is on me.”
I felt tears crest my eyes as my hand came down upon Colt’s on my knee.
“We’re going to watch movies, we’re going to indulge in spa days, we’re going to lounge around in the hot tub, and we’ll order whatever we want from room service. And above all, Little Callie, we will not. Turn on. The television.”
My hand squeezed his and I nodded my head quickly. My fingertips curled underneath the palm of his hand, feeling the blood rushing through his veins. A shiver crept up my spine, but it wasn’t a bad one. The command of his tone was reassuring to me. For once, I didn’t have to make any choices. For once, I didn’t have to crunch numbers and take a look at my bank account. For once, I trusted someone else with my well-being knowing damn good and well I’d be taken care of.
For once, I felt comforted by someone else’s commands.
And that was new to me.
“Now, come here. We have to rewind the movie so we can figure out what we missed,” Colt said.
His arms stretched out for me and I snuggled into his embrace. His fingertips slid through my soft locks, wild and curly since I didn’t have anything to do my hair with. Colt reached for the remote and rewound the movie on the streaming service he had pulled up, and I relaxed against the beating of his heart. The idea of spending an entire week with him filled me with a happiness and an eagerness I hadn’t felt in years. I sighed against his skin. I allowed his comfort to wash over me. Colt paused the movie in the last place either of us remembered it being, then he bent down and kissed the top of my head.
Wait. What was I going to do about clothes?
“Stop worrying,” he said.
“I’m not worrying.”
“I can hear your thoughts.”
“No, you can’t,” I snickered.
“You’re wondering what you’re going to do about clothing for the week.”
I furrowed my brow as Colt’s chuckle fell into the top of my head.
“You couldn’t have possibly known that,” I said.
“I know you better than you know yourself, Callie.”
“Well, since you brought it up,” I said as I turned around to face him, “what am I doing for clothes this week?”
“I placed a couple of calls during the last movie. You fell asleep with your head in my lap and I took it as an opportunity to plug a couple of holes.”
“You don’t know what size I wear, though.”
“I took an estimated guess. I’m having a four different sizes of things sent up here before the day is out. You can pick what you want, and we’ll send the rest back.”
“Just like that,” I said.
“Just like that,” he grinned.
My head fell to the cushioned arm of the couch as my body laid over his lap.
“What else is on your mind?” he asked.
“I don’t want to be se
lfish. Especially after what you just told me.”
“You could never be selfish. It’s not in your DNA. Your mother was the most selfless person I’d ever known. It’s the only way she put up with someone as selfish as my brother.”
“Dad’s not selfish,” she said, giggling.
“You should see him in a negotiating room. A selfish little shark, that one.”
“I’m going to tell him you called him ‘little’.”
“Don’t do that. He might kill me for that.”
I shook my head as another giggle fell from my lips.
“Tell me what you want, Callie. And I’ll do my best to make it happen.”
“Could we have a spa day tomorrow? It doesn’t have to be a big one. I’ve just… never had one.”
I bit down onto my lower lip and cast my gaze back to the television. But before he answered me, I felt his hand crook against my jaw. I felt him tap it, asking for my gaze to be back against his. I moved my head with the pressure of his finger, allowing him to guide me as he brought my eyes back to see his. Back to his comforting oceanic stare that ripped and tore at my heart in all the best ways.
“If that’s what you want, then I’ll give you the best damn spa day any woman could ever receive.”
“Under one condition,” I said.
“Anything.”
“You have to do it with me.”
I watched him bite back a grin before his finger fell from my skin.
“Deal, but no pedicures.”
“I can’t make any promises,” I said.
“If you attempt to get me into a pedicure chair, the spa day’s done.”
“I can try my best,” I sighed.
“Callie.”
“Colton.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
“Callie,” he warned.
“Colton,” I mocked.
“You’re going to make me get a pedicure aren’t you?”
Colton
“I can’t believe I’m getting a pedicure,” I mumbled.
