“Fuck,” I grit out.
She moans beneath me. It’s not lost on me that she hasn’t climaxed yet. But she once told me that orgasms aren’t that important to her. Perhaps I should take what she says at face value.
That’s so difficult for me, though. A woman’s pleasure has always been very important to me. I’ve always prided myself on making sure my partner is satisfied.
But Callie has never seemed unsatisfied. In fact, she likes how hard I am for her all the time.
And now I know she wants to experiment with new things. I won’t let her down.
I pump into her pussy. God, so tight, so wet.
She’s panting beneath me, her cheeks red, her hair splayed around the pillow in a lovely light-brown curtain of silk.
Will I ever have any resistance with her? I’m still acting like a horny teenager. As soon as I get inside her, I can’t wait to come. I have no control at all.
I fuck her. I fuck her hard and fast, the way she seems to like it. And then… I release. I release inside her, contracting and pushing while the shooting stars ricochet throughout my body. Every orgasm with her is intense, so intense, and each one ignites so quickly.
Finally, my arms give out, and I’m forced to pull out of her and roll to my side. My gaze darts straight to her cherry-red ass.
She turns around to face me.
“One day,” I say to her. “One day, Caroline Pike, I am going to kiss you all over, lick you all over, touch every inch of you, and caress every sweet spot on your flesh.”
She smiles lazily. “I think that’s what you’ve been doing.”
I shake my head. “I wish I could. But you know how it is. I have good intentions, and then I can’t help sliding inside you. You’re so welcoming, always.”
“I don’t know what you’re complaining about, Donny. That was totally amazing.”
“The spanking?”
“It was… I’m not sure I can even explain it.”
“Did it hurt?”
“Yeah, it did.”
I tense, going rigid. “Callie, I don’t want—”
“No,” she interrupts me. “It was a good hurt, Donny. It was exactly what I needed. Exactly what I wanted.”
“A lot of women enjoy a nice spanking in the bedroom. For the life of me, I just never thought you would be one of them.”
“Like I’ve told you, I never thought I would be either, until I had that hot dream.”
“You tell me whatever you want, baby. I’ll try to make all your dreams come true.”
“Will you do the same? Will you tell me what you want?”
“Baby, I have what I want.”
“You said you wanted to worship my body. Kiss me all over.”
“I do. I just can’t get to the end of my goal without fucking you.”
“Tell you what.” She smiles deviously. “Next time, I won’t allow you to fuck me. I’ll say no. You will not have my consent. Not until you kiss me all over and do what you want to do.”
“You can do that?”
She lets out a snorting laugh. “Probably not. I’ll probably be begging you to screw me.”
“I can’t think of one bad thing about that.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Callie
Donny’s up before the sun in the morning. I wake to hear him thrashing around in the bathroom. He emerges fully dressed.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Couldn’t sleep. I may as well get moving on what needs to be done.”
“At five thirty a.m.?”
He nods. “Yeah. I have some people I’m seeing for breakfast. From my old firm. Then I have to make sure I minimize the potential fallout from my lack of judgment.”
“You were just trying to find out what your family’s keeping from you,” I say gently.
“Doesn’t make it right.”
What can I say to that? He’s correct.
“What do you and Rory have going on today?”
I want to tell him. I want so badly to confide in him. Just saying the words might help. But Rory and I agreed. Only the two of us. Not even Carmen and Jordan. After all, they don’t know what we hid in that safe-deposit box.
The box we no longer have the key to.
“We just have some stuff to take care of. And she wants to see Raine.”
He nods. “Think they’ll work it out?”
“I doubt it. Raine’s moving here to work with a pal from beauty school. Apparently he owns a big salon and spa thing.”
“And Rory wants to stay in Snow Creek, huh?”
“Yeah. Rory and I may complain about our family sometimes, but we love them just like you love yours.”
“You’re talking to the guy who did leave his family, Cal.”
“And who came back.”
“After ten-plus years.”
I resist the urge to throw a pillow at him. He’s got a lot on his mind, and so do I, but Donny and I can always joke around together.
I love him for that.
And for so many other things.
Donny places his briefcase on top of the bureau and flips it open. He shuffles through a few papers and then places his laptop in the case. He closes it and grabs it, holding it at his side.