Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
C allum
I’m so relieved. So overjoyed. She said yes! But what could possibly be the deal-breaker of our union?
“Never, ever shave that beard off again.” She places a small, cool hand on either side of my face, bringing me closer to her. She whispers in my ear. “I like the way it feels between my thighs.”
I give an easy laugh, now fully relaxed. “Naughty Fi. Looks like this monster may have rubbed off on ye, saying such filthy things.”
“You have rubbed off on me. Only in the best way. I love being able to—express—myself…that way.”
I grab her hands from my face, and I flip our bodies so I’m now kneeling over her. I give her a wicked grin. “Ye mean, fucking?”
She gasps. “Callum!”
I pin her hands to her sides. “Let’s see how my smooth face feels against the inside of your thighs.”
“Oh Lord…”
“Let’s get these pants off, shall we? Since you’re wearin’ no bra, I’m thinking there’s no panties under here as well.”
“You’d be thinking right.”
“Slip them off for me.” I let go of her wrists, easing off of her only long enough to watch her. She sits up, wriggling out of the sweatpants. She tosses them to the floor.
She sits there, looking at me, a seductive smile on her gorgeous face. “God, girl. You are the sexiest ever, aren’t you?” I pin her now fully naked body back down on the bed.
“Now let’s see how you like me with no beard.” With one hand, I pin her wrists to one side of her; the other parts her soft thighs. Running the stubble of my chin down her belly, over her sex, teasing and circling the smooth, shaved skin of her naked pussy with my stubbled chin.
She moans. “That feels good. Still, I miss the beard.”
I let go of her wrists so I can cup the underside of her thighs to eat her out better. I part her legs, watching her head loll into that cloud of red hair, her eyes close. Her hands go to the back of my head, rubbing and touching, sending tingles down my spine .
I love it anytime, any way she touches me with those gentle hands of hers.
I kiss the lips of her pussy. Lick up and down her seam with just the tip of my hot, wet tongue. I hover for a moment. “I don’t think you should have left when I told you to.”
“What else was I supposed to do?” She gives me a soft smile, stroking the back of my head.
“Stay. Slap me. Cuss at me. Tell me to leave.” I slip something from my left pocket—a tiny, silver, bullet-shaped vibrator.
“What’s that?” She watches with curiosity as I bring the wee bullet to her pussy.
“A wee bit of fun.”
Her eyes close with a moan as I play with the toy, dipping it in and out of her entrance. Her pussy is already pooling with arousal, the perfect, most heavenly scented lube. Turning it on, I thrust it inside her.
“Oh. Lord!” Her fingers dig into my hair, clutching at it as I cover her pussy with my mouth. I rub my tongue up and down over her swollen clit, savoring her taste and making her cry out my name. “Callum!”
I stop kissing to lean up and watch her face as I press the button. The toy stops vibrating. A moment later, she shoots up, her eyes popping open wide.
“Why’d you stop?”
“To make you promise me something.”
“What?” She whimpers, wanting to close her thighs for some pressure .
I hold her thighs open wide. “Don’t ever leave me again.”
“You told me to?—”
“Do ye want to argue? Or do ye want to come?”
“Come.” She nods. “Most definitely—I want to come.”
“Then promise me.”
Leaning forward, that hair like a halo, her beautiful breasts there for the admiring, she holds my face in her hands. “Of course I promise you, silly.”
“Good.” Cupping her neck in my hand, I guide her back down onto the bed. “Good girl.”
I turn the vibrator back on, and it's higher now. She gives a sharp gasp, her fingers digging into me, and I devour her pussy with my mouth once more, licking, sucking, kissing.
The memory of the past week, my empty bed, haunts me. I push the button again, turning it off. I glance up at her.
She slaps her palms against the mattress, writhing. “You’re a monster! Don’t do that. Don’t tease me so!”
“Just need to hear it one more time,” I say.
Her eyes snap to mine, our gazes locking. “I’ll never, ever leave you, Callum! I promise!”
“And I you.”
“Good! Now, for the love of the wee island, finish what you’ve started!”
I bury my face in her. Licking. Kissing. Swirling my tongue around that clit before flicking it over the swollen bud. I reach her entrance, pushing the button for the last time, turning the toy to its most intense speed .
She gives a squeak and a squeal, then a scream. “I’m going to come. Oh Lord! I’m going to come.”
This time, I let her.
I kiss her sweet pussy, letting the vibrator do its work on the inside while I pleasure her clit. When the climax hits, she curls her entire body around me like a roly-poly bug from her garden.
She cries out, my name so sexy on her tongue. “Callum. Yes! Callum.”
“Can ye take one more?” I turn the vibrator off.
Slumping against the bed, she throws an arm over her face. “No. I cannae.”
I chuckle into her pussy. Slipping the toy out of her, I replace it with my two thick fingers, pumping inside her with such force that she’s instantly curled back up around me.
“Callum! You bad, bad man!”
I give a dark chuckle, forcing another orgasm from her weak body.
After cleaning her up and washing my face, I come back and hold her on that tiny bed, making do with the space we have. I wouldn’t care if we were on a crib mattress. I’d still be holding her tight like this.
She relaxes against me, snuggling into my chest. “This is so nice.”
“‘Tis.” I kiss the top of her head.
There’s no time like the present .
I slip the ring from my pants pocket. The one I bought the day she denied me the dance at the Hobgoblin. At the time, I’d bought it with a cocky, assured grin on my face, knowing I’d make her mine.
Today, I bring it as a gift, an offering, not an ounce of confidence in me. She’s got no reason to agree to what I’ll ask her. I’ve done her so wrong.
Still, I’m going to ask.
I hold the ring up for her to see. “Marry me, Fiona.”
“What?” Eyeing the ring, she sits straight up, pulling blankets up to cover her nakedness.
“Is that…an…engagement ring?” she asks.
“Aye,” I say. “Do ye like it?”
“That’s not the question at hand. Of course, I love the ring. What girl wouldn’t?” She shakes her head, bewildered. “It’s gorgeous.”
“What is the question at hand, then?”
“Where did it come from? What are you doing?” Her voice shakes. “Callum…”
“Please. Marry me,” I plead.
She’s not answering. My heart falls. Have I misjudged her feelings for me? What have I done…The tiny ring feels heavy between my finger and thumb.
“Callum…” She looks as if she’s trying to process.
To breathe.
To…survive this proposal .
Not a bit of her looks as if she will say yes.
And why would she?
I have been, after all, a monster.