31. Uh Oh
Uh Oh
WES
We step off the elevator and into the long, dark hallway of the hotel. It’s not in the best neighborhood, but it’s nondescript, they take cash, and it’s close to where Noah’s staking out Joe Killer.
I should go find my brother. I should have Noah’s back.
What if things go wrong tonight? What if someone catches him staking out the apartment building based on a stupid fucking tip from Scorpion?
Callie entwines her fingers with mine, and I tug her close to my body as we walk down the hallway looking for the room number Noah texted me. I glance down at her. I can’t put her in danger. I can’t leave her alone.
I’m being torn in two, just like I’ve always been afraid of, a reason I don’t let myself date.
But here I am, with gorgeous and sexy Callie.
I will keep her safe. I have to.
So for tonight, Noah’s going to have to take care of himself. I shudder at the thought.
I swipe the keycard and let us into the room, then turn to Callie standing next to me, watching, waiting. I reach down and pull her against me, and she hops up and wraps her legs around my waist.
“Fuck,” I whisper and turn to press her against the wall, holding her against me by her thighs. “I want you so fucking bad, Calliope.”
Her eyes shut as I press my cock against her center, a soft moan sounding from her gorgeous throat.
“Wes, god, fuck.”
I bury my head in the warm spot where her neck meets her shoulder and press my open mouth against her skin. Fuck me. She tastes so good. I drag my mouth up her neck and tug on her earlobe with my teeth.
“Are you sure—” she gasps when I thrust between her legs. There are too many fucking layers between us. “—you don’t want to go?”
“Absolutely fucking not,” I growl. As if I’d leave her here alone?
She’s out of her mind if she thinks that’s going to happen.
I step away from the wall and walk her to the bed, my hands gripping her perfect round ass, then lower her supple body until her feet are on the ground.
“Strip,” I order, watching her every move as I slide my jacket off and pull the long-sleeved t-shirt from my body in one swift motion.
I can’t take my eyes off her as she shrugs out of her jacket and pulls her tank top off her body, exposing her thin white bra.
I rub my cock through my jeans with one hand as she unbuttons her jeans and wiggles out of them.
I follow suit and step out of my pants, my cock straining against my boxer briefs.
“What now?” she says, her voice breathy.
“Pull your bra down.”
She does what I say and exposes one heavy breast and deep red nipple, then the other. Without me asking, she squeezes her breasts, her eyes locked on my cock, and rubs her legs together. Her phoenix tattoo is beautiful art on her body.
She’s beautiful art.
“I’ve been fantasizing about something,” I say and step forward, not touching her but moving my body close enough that I can feel her heat on the bare skin of my chest.
“What?” She touches her belly with one hand, then reaches for me. I lean forward, letting her grip my cock through my boxer briefs.
“Fuck, Callie.” I step forward and reach behind her with one hand, sliding from the small of her back into her underwear, squeezing her ass, pressing her against me so her hand is trapped on my cock between us.
Her tits are smashed up against my chest and the sight of it almost makes me come. “I want to tie you up.”
She breathes out, bites her lip, and nods. “Yes.”
“Are you sure?” I slip my other hand into her underwear and push the fabric down so the only thing separating us is my boxer briefs.
“Yes, Wes, fuck, yes. Tell me what to do.”
I reach up and unclasp her bra, then step away.
“On the bed. Naked.” My bag is on the ground along the wall, left there by my brother.
I crouch to root around for what I’m looking for.
When I find it and stand, I turn to find Callie lying on her back on the bed, naked, as I demanded, propped up on her elbows.
Her knees are bent but together, not quite letting me see her pussy.
My cock grows impossibly harder at the sight of her laid out for me.
I stalk to the bed and crawl over her, pulling her wrists above her head and zip-tying them. What a fucking sight she is, tits spreading on her chest, hair mussed from the walk back, cheeks flushed, eyes dilated.
“Look at you, all tied up and waiting for me to fuck you, Calliope.” I back up and kneel before her, nudging her legs fully open. Her pussy is wet and glistening. I can smell her, and I almost lose my mind.
“Wes,” she moans. I bury my face between her legs and breathe in her sweet scent.
“Fuck,” I say, my lips on her cunt, shoving my tongue into her soaking wet slit. I pull her thighs onto my shoulders and lick up and down her opening, tasting her sweetness, feeling her writhe against me. She smells like sex and heat and midnight and like she’s mine, all mine.
I suck on her clit, caressing her with my tongue. She moans and reaches down to my head, but I stop.
“Hands above your head, pet, or I stop.”
She whimpers but moves her tied arms back above her head. I get back to licking, pushing a finger inside her while I suck. Her legs shake, and I know she’s already on the edge, so I add a second finger to her pussy and curl them inside, finding the spot that makes her cry out.
I stop licking for a second to watch my fingers move in and out of her, dripping with her desire. I can’t wait to sink my cock inside her, but I want her to come at least once first.
“Ready, Calliope?”
“Yes,” she breathes out. “Please, Wes, please let me come.”
The view is gorgeous from here. My fingers in her pussy, her tits sliding on either side of her chest, her stomach soft and curvy.
I dive back in and pump my fingers in and out, licking and sucking around them until I can feel the walls of her cunt fluttering around me and she screams as she comes, wave after wave. I smile into her wet core as it finally fades away.
I could live forever here, pleasuring her, making her come on my tongue, my cock, my fingers. I crawl up over her.
Callie’s gorgeous, panting and flushed from her orgasm. I lower my mouth to her right tit, taking my time sucking and licking, teasing her nipple with my tongue until she’s moaning and arching her back.
“I love having you tied up for me.” I reach down and free my cock from my boxer briefs, dragging the tip along her pussy, where it belongs. Her wet heat is waiting for me. It’s made for me. “You feel so good.”
“Wes, oh my god.” She tries to wrap her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. “I need you inside me.”
“I already was. Be more specific, sweetheart.”
“Your cock. I need your cock.”
“Well. All you had to do was ask.” I thrust inside her tight, wet pussy and have to freeze for a minute to get myself under control.
Callie moans and thrusts her hips up.
“Fuck,” I growl, pulling out and then pushing into her warm center, again and again.
I won’t let myself come until she does again, no matter what, but I don’t have to wait long.
Soon she’s screaming and arching her back, and just as her pleasure is fading, mine explodes out of me, and I swear she comes again on my cock.
I prop myself up on my elbows, panting. I kiss her mouth.
“You’re amazing, Calliope,” I whisper.
“You too.” Her mouth curves into a lazy smile. “I almost forgot about the shit day.”
“Surely those two—three?” I look to her for confirmation, and she nods at three. “Okay, three orgasms at least partially made up for it.”
“Yeah. But can you cut me free now?”
I smirk up at her tied wrists.
“If you insist.”
“I do.”
And so I grab my knife from my duffel and set Callie free, then lie on my side next to her and pull her against my body. There are so many more things I want to do to this woman, and I don’t know how much time I have with her.
I don’t want to let her go. Not ever.
But that’s not what she wants, and it’s not right for me, either. I’m already so attached that I let my brother go off alone in New York City to stake out an incredibly dangerous target. I should stop this from happening—all of this—but I’m incapable of doing so.
Anyway, it’s too late.
I kiss the top of her head, and she wiggles further into me, her ass rubbing against my cock.
“You keep doing that, and I’m going to have to fuck you again.” I slide my hand down her stomach and rub her clit slowly until she moans softly. “Oh, but you want that, sweetheart?”
“I do want that,” she says.
Instead of tying her up, this time I spread her legs from behind and slide my cock right into her wet heat.
“You are perfect, Callie.”
She lets out a soft huff and puts her hand over mine, pressing it down on her clit.
I fucking love this woman.
What?
Shit.
Yeah. I thought it, and now that I have, it’s perfectly clear.
She’s never been just a client, not from the first night I laid eyes on her.
She’s always been different. Special. I wanted to pull her into my protective circle from the start.
The rage I felt when Shane was talking to her tonight, when he fucking touched her.
I would’ve killed him right then if she’d have let me.
And the biggest evidence that I love her—I let Noah go alone tonight.
I am well and truly fucked.
I slowly move in and out of Callie, taking my time, massaging her as she moans and writhes against me. And as she comes and whispers my name, I know she’s it for me.
I’m in love with Callie.
My orgasm hits me hard. I don’t pull out right away, but keep her nestled against me, stroking her breasts, her belly, her thighs. She eventually pulls away and turns to face me. She traces the lines of my tattoos down my neck, over my biceps, forearms.
“My mom gave me her emerald ring as an early high school graduation present, that’s why it’s so important to me.” Callie’s face is relaxed, her eyelids heavy, like she’s talking to me as she falls asleep. “She died a month later.”
“I’m sorry, Callie.”
“When she’d only been gone a few weeks, Dad was already basically pretending like nothing happened. Like she’d never existed to begin with. Like she hadn’t been laughing in the kitchen one minute and dead the next.”
I rest my hand on her hip and slowly trace circles on her skin with my thumb.
“Jake shut down so I couldn’t even really talk to him. I kind of lost my shit. Didn’t end up going away to college, even though I know that’s what she wanted me to do.”
“That’s awful.”
Callie’s finger follows the lines of ivy from my wrist to my neck.
“So eventually, when Shane showed up grieving his father, we bonded. He recognized my grief, and I recognized his.”
I hate Shane deeply, but I almost feel bad for the man. Not quite. But almost.
“He’d only talk to me. His dad was murdered, you know.”
“Damn. That sucks.” And it does. Losing a parent is painful, but losing a parent to murder is worse. I think so, anyway. But it’s not an excuse for what a bad human being Shane turned out to be. And especially not for how he treated Callie.
“He said he fell for me without knowing it would upset my dad. In hindsight, I think he went after me because it would secure his place in a new family. And then I got pregnant.”
My hand freezes on her hip.
“We got married at the courthouse, then lost the baby shortly after.” She shakes her head. “Everything was shit after that.”
“I’m so sorry.” Now I reach over and cradle her cheek in my hand, running my thumb on her lower lip. She shuts her eyes and a small smile twitches onto her mouth.
“Thanks.”
“Come here.” I pull Callie my way and wrap my arms around her, pulling her thigh up over my hip. I press my lips to her forehead. “I’m so, so sorry, Callie. Really.”
She takes a ragged breath, and I look down to see a tear fall from her eye and run down the middle of her nose. I reach down and kiss it away, then rub her back. My cock is hard between us, but I just hold her.
Callie’s been through so much. I want to make up for all the bad men she’s had in her life. I want to be her rock, the man who puts her above all else, who protects her with his life.
“I’ve got you,” I say, rubbing her back until her breathing steadies and her eyes sink shut.
I wish I could un-know what I just figured out. That I love her, that she needs me, that I need her.
Thank god I’m a good secret keeper.