Chapter 50
Sean
“What the fuck are we doing round here man? I just want to go home and shower, I smell like a fucking wet dog.” I groan as Kyle drags me towards the docks, my body aching from the fight I just won. I don’t like to brag but I fucked that guy up, it’s his own fault for starting on me, he should have known better.
The docks are beautiful, the crystal blue water sloshing under our feet as we walk across the iron railed bridge towards the other side. I still don’t know what the fuck we’re doing out here, Kyle said he had to show me something in private. At first I thought he might whip his cock out and show me how big it is or some weird shit like that but not sure why he’d choose such a public place for it.
Kyle shoves me in front of him as we reach the end of the bridge, the sun glaring in my eyes. “Just shut the fuck up and look.”
He points towards the railing on one side of the docks and I squint my eyes, desperately trying to see through the blazing sun.
And that’s when I realise exactly what I”m seeing…or more like, who I”m seeing. Her dark curls flow down her back so effortlessly, her freckled cheekbones and her bright emerald eyes staring directly into mine. That fucking smile cracks her face too, the one I live for and I”m stuck to the spot, my throat sticky, stopping any sound from breaking free. I turn to Kyle. “Did you…?” How did…?”
Kyle pats my shoulder once and nods towards Callie. “Go and get her man, she’s waiting for you.”
I look back at my girl, standing there next to the railing, her face soft and warm when mine is frozen in surprise. I force my legs to move even though they feel like jelly, wobbly and unsteady as my strides turn into a run. I bound towards her like an overexcited puppy and as her face becomes clearer I remember exactly why I fell in love with her in the first place. She’s so excruciatingly beautiful, her skin pink from the wind and her wild curls fanning her cheeks. She’s so fiery but mushy all at the same time and her heart belongs to me and me only. I feel the happy tears prickling my eyes as I crash into her, hauling her into my arms, lifting her body up to mine and inhaling every drop of her fruity smell. Her arms hook around my neck, her thighs around my torso and her whole body tightens around me, like she wants to lock us together. I don’t think I’ve ever missed anyone as much as I’ve missed her this past month so I hold her in my arms so tightly, breathing her in.
I nuzzle my face deep into the warmth of her neck. “My baby,” I breathe, wrapping my arms around her middle and sucking in a lungful of her scent. “Fuck, I missed you.”
Her legs tighten around me. “I missed you too,” god I’ve missed her voice. She brings her face round to mine, pressing our lips together in a soft but hungry kiss. My fingers wrap through her curls just as her hands wrap through mine, our mouths moving methodically against each other and her taste is driving me fucking crazy.
“I love you, I fucking love you, do you know that?” I moan against her soft lips as she devours me with her touch.
She nods and breaks the kiss. “I know that and I love you too, so much Sean, I couldn’t wait to see you.”
I plant my lips on her’s again, sucking her bottom one between my teeth and swiping my tongue across it gently, listing to a moan rumble in her throat which makes me immediately hard. The taste of her tongue is making me insane with need, I just want to be inside her for the next week, never stopping, never taking a break. Her mouth is so familiar to me, so comforting like the parts of her that are buried the deepest are handed over to me when we kiss.
“God baby, your lips taste like home.” I whisper and Callie’s light, airy laugh permeates the private bubble around us.
“You’re so weird,” she titters, rubbing along my jaw with her thumb. I hum as her fingers brush against my neck and I bury my face back into her shoulder, I could just stay here forever, holding her like this. But more than anything I want to take her back to my hotel room, take all of her clothes off and fucking worship her until my dick is too numb to work anymore.
As if she’s read my mind she dips her mouth down to my ear, her breath tickling my neck. “Wanna go back to your hotel?”
“Hmm,” I hum, letting my forehead land on her’s softly. “I can’t wait to feel every single inch of you.”
The drive back to my hotel is too fucking long, the scenic views that whiz past us doing nothing to distract me from the fact that I have Callie’s hand in mine, my other hand firmly planted on her thigh. I can look at nothing but her, watching the way she stares out of the window in awe at the sparkling water that passes by. Her eyes are bright with wonder when she looks at me, catching me staring and letting a knowing smile tug at her lips as we pull up outside my hotel. I practically yank her out of the taxi, dragging her up the stairs and into my bedroom before Nick can get back from the restaurant the team have gone to for celebratory drinks. I couldn’t give less of a fuck about celebrating anything but the fact my girl is here and she’s all mine for at least the next hour until Nick comes back and ruins my fun. I’m dying to take this slow, having not made love to her in almost a month I just want to feel every inch of her, taking my time and relishing in how she feels wrapped around me. I want to touch every part of her soft, milky skin and run my hands all over her but I”m also like a starving lion that finally caught a gazelle, and I”m fucking desperate to tuck into my meal. Callie feels more tense than usual when I lay her down on the bed, her clothes long gone and her naked body stretched out like a goddess in front of me. Her green eyes don’t hold mine like they usually do, the intensity there but something clouding it in the way they flicker around the room, like she’s nervous. I can’t for the life of me work out why her muscles are tight with tension though, why I can’t capture her eyes like I usually can.
I cover her body with my own, lightly lifting her jaw and forcing her to look at me. “Hey, you doing ok there?”
She nods and swallows hard, taking my pulsing cock in her palm and sucking every worry out of my mind when her hand moves around me like that.
“Ah, fuck Callie that’s so good,” I groan against her collarbone where I slap open mouthed kisses, occasionally sucking hard at the skin and leaving my mark on her.
I reach between us and caress her clit, making her arch off the bed and claw at my back like she always does when I tease her, pinching the throbbing bud between my fingers and massaging it softly. I push my cock into her and she sucks in a sharp breath as I stretch her out, trying to be as gentle as is humanly possible when all I want to do is fuck her so hard my dick falls off.
Suddenly Callie’s eyes flash with uncertainty and she shoves at my chest. “Wait, wait, wait…”
I pull out of her immediately, moving my painfully hard cock away from her opening and stroking her cheek as the worry overtakes her expression. “Hey,” I whisper, “do you want to stop? Just tell me and we’ll stop.” She shakes her head, biting at her already half eaten finger nail. “I’m just nervous.”
“You never need to be nervous with me Cal, I know it’s been like a month since we—”
“It’s not that.” She cuts me off and I rake her hair back off her face. “I love you now,” she murmurs, finally catching my gaze. “So, this feels different.”
Ah, I get it.
“Well,” I half chuckle, keeping one hand on her jaw. “I wish I could say the same, but I’ve loved you for a long time.”
“How long?” She squeaks, her eyes wider than they were just a moment ago.
I clear my throat, unsure whether to tell the truth. “Since we had sex,” I mutter, hoping she’ll mishear me, but of course, she’s like a bloodhound, so she heard every word and she’s quick to snap back at me.
“The first time?” She gasps, her eyes fighting through the wall I”m using to hide my vulnerability.
I nod sheepishly and her hands are on my face before I can blink, her expression soft with understanding as her green pools pin me in place. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I wasn’t sure if you were ready to hear it so Lewis said to wait until you said it first.”
Callie slaps a hand to her forehead and scrunches her eyes in angst. “God, you two are so fucking stupid. You should have told me how you were feeling.”
I take her hand from her head and kiss her palm, holding it’s warmth to my cheek. “Well, I’ll just make sure to tell you every single day from now on.” Callie giggles. “Can you fuck me now please?”
There goes my dick again, obeying her orders the moment they leave her lips.
“Your wish is my command,” I say against her soft lips, pressing against them and pushing my cock back inside her where I intend to keep it for as long as possible.
Callie
Sean made love to me every day this week, he kicked Nick out of his hotel room every night and respectfully railed me into his mattress, whispering things like, “Fuck, I love you,” and “you look so god damn beautiful when I”m fucking you.”
That man makes me constantly weak in the knees but I”m never more in love with him than when he’s expressing his feelings, opening his heart to me and telling me exactly how he feels. I don’t need to be with someone who makes me guess what they’re thinking, Joel was like that and it”s something I never want again. Luckily for me Sean is opposite in every way, always making his feelings for me clear and making me feel loved like I never have before. He scratched an itch in my chest that I never knew was there and he continues to scratch it every day, keeping my heart satisfied and pumping with love and need for him.
That’s what I need to focus on today as my legs shake with nerves just like the first time I was in this situation, meeting Sean’s parents for dinner after their trip to Italy. They arrived back two days ago and immediately asked to see Sean and I for a catch up. They made me feel so comfortable last time I met them and I was most certainly flung into that encounter with no prior warning whatsoever. Sean was amazing at trying to keep me calm, holding my nerves in his warm palm and caressing them slowly, stopping my heartbeat from going into overdrive and exploding straight from my chest. This time feels different though, with both of our feelings out in the open and so much having happened since I last saw Sean’s parents I”m not exactly sure how to feel today.
My heels click clack across the laminate flooring of the restaurant, my ankle length dress flowing with me as I move as closely to Sean as is humanly possible. My hand is cocooned inside his huge one, his thumb creating robotic circles against my palm as we walk towards a private table in the back of the semi-busy restaurant.
It’s a Sunday afternoon and the atmosphere in here is so different to the last time we came for dinner. Mostly families crowd the space, the noise of children chatting and crayons clattering to the ground makes my heart happy and most importantly numbs the nerves I feel buzzing around in the pit of my stomach. The thin satin of my dress swishes against my freshly shaved legs, the material tickling my skin where the dress slits up one of my thighs, showcasing my pale skin. God I need a spray tan soon, I”m sick of being the colour of a milky bar.
“Hey you two!” Sean’s mum beams, standing up and greeting us both with a hug.
My fluttering heart calms even more when her arms come around me — Sean tightening his grip on my hand — and I relax into her embrace. Sean’s dad simply nods at us both, a man of few words as he is and gestures for us to take a seat opposite them. We get to talking immediately, them filling us in on their amazing trip to Italy, describing the snowy peaks and the golden sands to us but I imagine it’s even more beautiful than what I”m picturing in my head when I listen to them. Judith is sparkling with excitement as she talks but even more so when she listens to Sean explain everything that’s going on in our lives. Her face almost bursts with anticipation when Sean gets to the part when I surprised him in France a few days ago, her chin resting on her fists like a child as her bright eyes flicker between the two of us.
When our food finally arrives my stomach is screaming at me to shove it down my throat as quickly as possible. I haven’t eaten a single thing all day because of the nerves, the mere thought of food this morning was making my stomach churn uncomfortably. But now I”m fucking ravenous and I have to remind myself not to demolish the entire plate like a starved animal. I can feel Sean’s eyes on me as I tentatively take the first bite, letting my eyelids flutter closed momentarily as the peppery sauce hits my tongue and I fight to hold back my pleasure filled groan. It takes me only minutes to clear my plate even when I purposefully try to eat as slow as I can, keeping my beady eyes on everyone else and their pace as all of our plates slowly become more and more empty. The only thing left now is a smearing of sauce and a couple of abandoned vegetables between us as we all sit back with tight stomaches.
“So,” Sean”s mum starts, taking a long gulp of her wine. “When are you two getting married?”
I choke on my own drink, coughing and sitting upright in my chair as Sean pats at my back. “Sorry,” I croak, still trying to clear my throat of bile as Sean’s hand rubs circles on my skin.
I can tell he’s holding back a laugh, likely a cocky one at the fact his mum assumes I’d want to marry him. That man likely believes every woman on earth wants to marry him, it’s a pity he’d be 100 percent right. Sean chuckles under his breath. “I don’t think Callie is quite there yet Mum.”
What? What the hell does he mean ‘Callie isn’t there yet’? What about him? He can’t possibly already be thinking about marriage right? He’s a crazy fucker.
“And you are?” I whisper, still swallowing down the lump of utter shock that’s lodged in my throat.
Sean simply nods, grinning at me. “Whenever you are baby.” Ok, what the fuck is going on today?
By the time we leave the restaurant my head is spinning and I”m not sure if it’s due to the sheer amount of red wine that I drank or the fact that Sean’s intention of marrying me is now out in the open. I’m only 21 and to be totally honest marriage is never something I’ve even allowed to enter my mind before, fear of rejection has always ruled me and so the thought of someone ever wanting to commit their life to me was a silly idea that was never even to be considered.
We follow Sean’s parents back to his childhood home and when we get inside Sean insists we head straight up to his bedroom. I can see by the twinkle in his eye that he thinks he’s about to get lucky, but if he knows me at all he’d know that never in a million years would I have sex with him whilst his parents are downstairs none the wiser. He leads me up the grand staircase, my eyes still adjusting to the brightness of the house, almost the entire downstairs is made of glass, the huge windows covering the place from floor to ceiling and letting the sunlight pour in. Sean pulls me down the hallway behind him as I stumble on my own feet, unable to do anything but stare at my surroundings before he hauls me into the last room on the right and closes the door behind us. My face cracks into a smile when I realise I”m in his bedroom, the walls are covered in hockey posters, so much so you can barely make out the shade of paint hiding behind them. The king sized bed in the centre tells me Sean’s always been a huge guy, even when he was just a teenager living here, he told me once how he hit 6 foot when he was only thirteen and I can totally believe that now. He drags me over to the bed and my eyes continue to trail around his room in awe, the carpet is pristine, white and crystal like, gleaming back at me. When I finally look over at Sean — who surprisingly hasn’t tried to remove any of my clothes yet — he’s wearing a sheepish smile on his face, his dimples deep and beautiful as always.
“This is weird,” I let out a breathy laugh, unsure where to look next. “It’s like being inside your brain.”
My eyes continue their path around the room, taking in every detail and falling even more deeply in love with Sean the more I look around at his bedroom. I can’t explain it but, it’s just so…him. When I turn my face back to his he’s simply staring at me, wonder and adoration clear in his caramel eyes.
“I’m so in love with you,” he says and my heart kicks into gear, battering my ribcage as I suck in a sharp breath followed by a light laugh. “I know,” I smile arrogantly, teasing him. “I’m great aren’t I?” Sean barks a laugh of his own, a snort mixed in there too. “Yeah baby, you really are great.”
He tips his face to place a delicate kiss against my lips, his mouth moulding to mine in the way it always does, like it was made for me. “I know what my mum said back there scared you,” he whispers, breaking the kiss and planting a firm hand on my thigh.
“It didn’t scare me,” I stutter, but Sean presses a finger to my lips to stop me.
He shakes his head, eyes soft and understanding. “Don’t lie to me baby, I know it scared you and that’s ok.”
Why can he always read my mind like that? It’s so fucking weird but I guess I secretly love it. It’s like I don’t always have to say how I”m feeling, the man just knows.
“I guess it did take me by surprise,” I smile and he returns with his own. “But it also kind of sounds…nice.”
Sean’s face widens with surprise. “Really?” I nod and his face gleams with happiness. “Well, that’s great because I really want to marry you Callie.” He takes my face in his huge hands, thumbs caressing my cheekbones. “Not yet though Sean, I”m only 21.” I say as softly as I can, desperate not to hurt his feelings, but to my total relief his face doesn’t split in pain or sadness, he nods, a look of understanding and agreement clear in his eye. “One day though? Promise you’ll marry me one day?” He whispers, lips now hovering over mine as his hands trail down my face and land on either side of my neck.
“Yeah Sean, I promise.”
“That’s good,” he grins, dimples making my heart beat faster as always. “Because if you said no I would just keep pestering you until you changed your mind anyway.” His smile is so wide that my stomach reacts, flipping in all directions as I look into his sparkling eyes.
“Huh,” I raise my eyebrows, sass lacing my tone. “You mean like you did to win me over in the first place?”
“You always wanted me,” he scoffs, “even in the beginning when you pretended like you didn’t.”
He flexes his bicep, squeezing it and making the veins pop as the inside of my thighs become increasingly slippery. I can’t let him know that though, the arrogance still isn’t lost on me, no matter how long he’s been my boyfriend.
He plants a fleeting kiss to his solid bicep and flashes me a dimpled, toothy grin again. “Who could resist this?”
“Watch it Taylor,” I point at him sternly, swallowing the laugh that tries to bubble up my throat. “You’re on thin ice right now.”
THE END