How is he real? How does the big bad biker turn into this sweet, caring guy? I’m still too stunned to argue when he disposes of the condom and steps outside to give me privacy. I use the toilet and wash my hands then come back into his room, a little unsure.
He’s lying in bed and sets his phone down when he sees me. “Come here.”
That answers my unasked question. I walk over and climb onto the bed. He shifts around and gets me under the covers beside him.
“I want you right here,” he says, putting his arm up so I can duck under and rest my head against his chest. “So if I wake up and need to fuck you again, you’re right where I want you to be.”
“You have a way with words, you know that?”
“I only speak the truth,” he places his chin on the top of my head and strokes a hand up and down my arm. “Are you sure you’re okay, after everything tonight?” he asks after a short silence.
“I never thanked you,” I say against his chest.
“You don’t need to.”
I tilt my head. “Yes I do, it’s the second time you’ve saved me.”
He laughs softly and stokes some hair behind my ear. “I’ll always save you.”
My nose stings and I close my eyes, ducking my head under his chin again. He holds me tighter against him. I wish I could believe his words. I want to. Callum isn’t like anyone I’ve ever met.
It’s my own cynicism that keeps me from believing I’m worthy of that promise.
After everything I’ve been through tonight, my body crashes faster than I expected and I drift off to sleep to the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, and the beat of Callum’s heart.
Chapter Fifteen
Nashville
Fuck she is like a furnace, in a good way.
Last night was a dream come true. She was everything I thought she would be, even if for a moment I panicked that she may not have done it before. That just made me mad because she said she had. But, we all have our pasts.
At some point, soon, I’m going to try to get her to talk about hers. I want to know everything there is to know about her.
I wasn’t lying last night, my protective instincts over this woman I barely know have taken over rational thought. It could have fucked up everything for Nero last night. Even if he did stand by me, everything could have gone to shit.
Nothing was planned when I went upstairs last night. I was going to bed, or to get into bed and think about ways to murder Cantrell, involving getting on a plane and following the asshole. Until I saw her door was ajar.
Was it a mistake, or an invitation?
For the first time in ages, I knew what I wanted. Fuck the age difference, fuck what anyone thinks. I wanted to feel her, to take away some of her pain.
And here we are, me cuddled up against her back, her hot supple body making mine stir into something less protective, more possessive. My cock is rigid against her ass. I carefully reach over behind me and grab the condom strip. Charley barely stirs as I get it on, then shuffle down a bit and lift her thigh, pushing mine between them.
She moans and shifts as I reach forward and slide two fingers between her lips. Naughty girl must be dreaming because she is soaked enough that I don’t even need to think about warming her up. I shift and nudge my cock to her opening, lifting my hip a little to spread her wider.
Charley moans and shifts, pushing down as I push in and groan into her neck. I move slowly thrusting in shallow pulses until she lifts her head, awake finally. Then I push all the way inside, making her cry out.
I grab her hip and move faster, forcing her body to move with mine. Her hand comes around and cups the back of my head, hers twisting to get closer. Our lips meet and I glide my fingers between her legs, catching her clit between my thumb and forefinger.
She cries into my mouth and tightens around me. This is fucking intense and I’m already dreaming about how many ways, and how many times I can fuck her.
Charley must have the same idea because she grabs my hand and shifts away, my dick falling out of her and onto the sheets. It doesn’t take long for me to swallow a protest, because she turns, pushes me onto my back and straddles my hips, taking me back inside of her before I can even say her name.
She rides my cock like a pro, placing my hands over her tits and holding them there as she undulates over me, pushing her chest out and tipping her head back so her hair tickles my thighs.
Watching her use my cock to get her pleasure is a mind fuck I don’t want to come out of. She’s fucking beautiful. I allow that for a while, then take my hands away and sit up, wrapping an arm around her waist so I can lift her up and down over me. She leans forward and kisses me as I thrust upwards, starting to lose myself to her.
