Chapter Thirty-Two Callum
From my seat in the deck chair, I watched the waves crashing against the shore. As I listened to the pounding of the surf, I was reminded of Ireland. Growing up, Mam had taken us out of the city to spend the majority of our summers at our house at Portstewart. The sand and the sea were as much a part of me as the bustling streets of Belfast.
Tearing my gaze from the water, I studied my wife. In the chair next to me, Caterina balanced her computer on her lap and worked on her university studies. Although she’d been past the admissions deadline and start of the semester, I’d called in a few favors, and she’d been allowed to start. She’d been working overtime to catch herself up.
Today marked one week since I’d been shot. After spending two days down in the medical room with Caterina hovering over me, my brothers had busted me out. But instead of taking me to our bedroom to continue my recuperation, they loaded me up into one of our bulletproof SUVs. Then Owen, along with Shane and Oran, helped Caterina with our luggage. My little nursemaid had gotten Seamus to give her the keys to his beach house. Since then, my recovery had come with a beautiful ocean view.
I wish I could say I’d finally gotten Caterina to the beach for a honeymoon, but instead, I was there to save face. I couldn’t allow my men to see me recovering. In the mafia, you could never appear weak. It wasn’t just about the Kavanaugh men seeing me. We didn’t want anyone outside of Caterina’s brothers to know I’d been shot.
To say my wife was a devoted nurse would be an understatement. With my left arm bandaged and in a sling, she did everything from help me to the bathroom, which I teased her by playing helpless and asking her to take out my cock from my briefs, to changing my IV bags. Her medical experience while in the order came in handy. She’d even arranged for a physical therapist to come to us, so I wouldn’t run the risk of being seen. She was a true angel of mercy, and I was loving every minute of it.
Well, except the part where my wife thought I was a fucking invalid and wouldn’t let me touch her. Although she’d led me on with promises of sexual rewards, she jerked the rug out from me when she said that I had to have my stitches out before we could do anything. She wouldn’t budge even when I argued that I was already exerting myself in physical therapy, so what would it hurt to finger her perfect pussy?
After closing her laptop, she glanced over at me. “How are you feeling?”
“The same as fifteen minutes ago when you asked me,” I teasingly replied.
She frowned. “I can’t help worrying about you.”
I reached over to take her hand in mine. “I know, Kitten. I seriously don’t deserve you.”
After squeezing my hand, she rose out of her chair. “I’m going to go heat up the dinner Lorna sent.”
“Sounds good.”
Earlier Kellan had come out with our daily lunch and dinner prepared by Lorna. Tonight was actually the first night one of my brothers hadn’t insisted on staying the night with us. Our safety was of concern to them despite having armed guards patrolling the perimeter twenty-four hours a day and having at least two bodyguards stationed at the house.
After a few minutes, Caterina poked her head out of the door. “Dinner’s ready.”
“Coming, Kitten,” I replied. As I rose out of the chair, I grimaced. The painkillers, coupled with the therapy and antibiotics, were giving me some relief, but this was the worst injury I’d incurred. Of course, I didn’t like letting Caterina see me in pain. Whenever she did, her mother hen instincts kicked into overdrive, sending her hovering over me.
Lorna had prepared a hearty beef stew, and I dug in. I’d emptied my bowl before Caterina sat down, she laughed. “I’m glad to see your appetite is coming back.”
When she pushed her portion across to me, I shook my head. “I’m not taking your food, Kitten.”
“I insist.”
“What kind of man would I be if I took my wife’s food?”
“The kind who won’t tell Lorna I’m not a fan of her beef stew?” she suggested.
I laughed before and took her bowl. “Your secret is safe with me.”
While I gorged myself on the stew, Caterina ate some leftover ziti she’d made for the bodyguards. When we finished, I helped her clean up the kitchen despite her protests. “You need to be resting,” she complained.
“I rest all the fucking time. It’s not going to kill me to take a few dishes to the sink.”
She huffed out a breath. “You’re a stubborn asshole.”
I grinned at her. “Aye, that I am.” Using my good arm, I slid it around her waist, drawing her flush against me. When I brought my lips to hers, I tasted the sweetness of the wine she’d had at dinner. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, causing her to moan. My hand slid up her ribcage to cup her breast. Her nipple pebbled immediately under my touch.
My shoulder might’ve been in a sling but my cock was working fine. When I cupped Caterina’s arse and rubbed her center against the bulge in my pants, she froze. A flip switched, and she jerked away. She stared up at me with eyes hooded with desire. “We can’t risk it,” she whispered.
I cupped her face in my hands. “Please, Kitten, don’t deny me any longer. Let me make you mine.” As I ran my thumb over her bottom lip, she shuddered. From her expression, I could tell a battle was warring in her mind.
“What if we cause more damage?”
“If it means finally burying myself in your pussy, I will risk it.”
A lazy smile curved across her lips. “Fine. You win.”
“Oh fuck yes.”
“Give me five minutes to freshen up.”
“Why do I have the feeling that if I let you out of my sight, you’re going to change your mind?” I protested.
“I promise.”
With a grunt, I eased back and let Caterina hurry down the hall to the bedroom. To calm my strung-out emotions, I went over to pour myself a glass of whiskey. I then checked the doors and nodded to the guard on the front porch before doing the same to the one on the back.
I’d just taken a large swig of liquor when Caterina came around the side of the couch. At the sight of her in white lacy garters and a skimpy white negligee that fit against her like a second skin, the whiskey spewed out of my mouth. “Fucking hell, Kitten.”
With a sexy smirk, she turned slowly allowing me to see what her arse looked like in the lace. While jiggling her ample cheeks, she asked, “Do you like it?”
“I love it.” Cocking my head at her, I asked, “What were you thinking when you packed that sinful little number?”
“That I wanted to finally be your wife in all ways.”
“Mm, I like your thinking.”
She placed her hands on my chest. “How are we going to do this?”
“Well, I’m going to start by licking and sucking your tits until your nipples are rosy red and swollen. Then I’m going to make my way down to your pussy where I’m going to get you so hot and achy that your arousal will be dripping down the inside of your thighs.”
A shudder went through her. “Your mouth is?—”
“Pure sin.”
She nodded. “What I meant was how are we going to do this with your shoulder?”
Caterina had me there. With my injury, there was no way I could support myself on top of her without causing more injury or pain. There was no way in hell I was going to take her virginity doggy style. I wanted to be able to look into her eyes and gauge how she was feeling.
And then it hit me. “You’ll have to ride me.”
The look that flared in her eyes had my cock pounding even harder at my zipper. “Okay,” she murmured. When I started to lead her to the bedroom, she jerked on my hand. “Let’s do it here in front of the fire.”
My brows shot up in surprise. “Really?”
A flush filled her cheeks. “I think it’s romantic.”
I kissed her tenderly. “Anything for you, Kitten.”
Without another word, Caterina went about shutting the blinds and turning off some of the lights while I texted the guards to tell them to give us a little space. After I finished, I eased my sling off and tossed it into one of the chairs.
When we came back together in the center of the living room, shadows from the firelight danced around us. Caterina’s hands came to the hem of my shirt. Gently, she helped me ease it off my right side before taking it off the left. As she dropped it to the floor, I untied the waistband of my gray sweatpants and jerked them down my hips and thighs.
“Of course, you’re not wearing underwear,” Caterina remarked as I stepped out of my sweatpants.
I winked at her. “I had a feeling I might need easy access to you.”
“You were pretty sure of yourself, weren’t you?” she teased.
“I knew if my fucking brothers ever left us alone for two minutes, I wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer.”
Caterina giggled. “I have to agree.”
As the enormity of what we were finally about to do hit me, I grew serious. “Most of all, I knew after staring down death, I needed to make you mine.”
“Oh Callum,” Caterina murmured.
Turning her around, I faced her towards the large mirror on the wall. Our reflections were shadowy from the firelight. “Watch me,” I breathed into her ear. “Watch us.”
My hand slid around her ribcage to cup one of her breasts. Kneading it between my fingers, I squeezed and pinched her nipple. When she started to lower her gaze, I sent a stinging smack against her ass cheek. Heat flared in her expression. “Don’t take your eyes off of us, Kitten.”
She licked her lips. “All right.”
My hand snaked around her waist to dip into the side of the negligee. “Fuck me, Kitten. You’re already drenched.”
Her arms moved behind her to bring her hands to grip my hips. With her eyes locked on mine, I thrust two fingers deep inside her pussy. At her gasp of pleasure, I pushed my erection against her ass. My fingers began to pump in and out of her while my thumb brushed against her clit. Caterina’s hips began to move to allow me to finger fuck her deeper. As her arousal coated my fingers to the knuckles, my tongue licked up the side of her neck and my teeth nicked at her sensitive skin.
At the fluttering of her pussy around my fingers, I said, “You’re getting close.”
“Mm, yes,” she panted, her eyes still locked on mine in the mirror.
“I want you to watch yourself as you come. I want you to see how beautiful you look when your body gives itself over to pleasure.”
“Please, Callum,” she moaned.
My thumb pressed into her clit as I added a third finger. At the erotic image in the mirror of me finger fucking her drenched pussy, my free hand came to stroke my cock. Although a few tugs had my shoulder screaming, I couldn’t stop. It felt too fucking good.
When Caterina’s walls clenched, a scream tore from her lips. I hoped the fucking bodyguards knew their place and didn’t come barging in to witness my wife coming. She kept her eyes on us as long as she could before her head fell back against my shoulder.
I kissed her neck and her cheek as I slid my fingers out of her. With my hands on her waist, I backed her over to the couch. When I knew she could stand alone, I nodded my head at her. “Strip for me.”
As I sat down on the couch, Caterina’s tongue darted out to nervously lick her lip. But she didn’t fight me. Instead, she kept her eyes on mine as she slowly slid the spaghetti straps down each of her arms. Tediously, she eased it down her breasts, causing my cock to throb. After shimming it down her thighs, she stepped out of it. When she repeated it for the thong, I began to wonder if my cock might explode.
When her hand came to one of the stockings, I stopped her. “Leave those,” I commanded.
“Okay,” she whispered.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you more beautiful than I do right now in nothing but your garters and a satiated look on your face.”
As she sank down onto my lap, she grinned. “You don’t have to waste your compliments, Mr. Kavanaugh. I’m a sure thing.”
I threw my head back with a laugh. “I’m serious, Kitten.”
“Thank you for the compliment.” The amusement in her eyes grew serious just before she kissed me tenderly. “But most of all thank you for loving me.”
“I’m the one who should be thanking you.”
As her arms encircled my neck, she was careful not to hit the bandages or my left shoulder. With her lips inches from mine, she said, “Make me yours, Callum.”
With a nod, I said, “Sit up.”
Caterina rose up on her knees. Taking my cock in my hand, I guided it to her core. Once the tip was inside her, my hands came to her hips. With my gaze locked on hers, I slowly began pulling her down the length of my cock. As her tight-as-hell walls gripped me in a death vise, Caterina grimaced. “Are you okay, Kitten?”
She bit down on her lip. “It stings, but it’s not bad.”
“Are you sure?”
Nodding, she replied, “I want to keep going.”
It was exquisite torture not thrusting my hips up and impaling her on my dick. But I didn’t want to hurt her. Once I was fully seated inside her, I brushed the silky dark strands from her face. “You’re mine,” I pronounced.
“I’m yours,” she whispered.
“And I’m yours, Kitten. Body and soul.”
Gently, I eased her hips back up, causing her to shiver. When I brought her back down on my cock, she whimpered. “Did I hurt you?”
“It felt good.”
“It sure as fuck did.” I then began to work her slowly on and off of me. With a few of my thrusts, Caterina got the rhythm and began to roll her hips against me. As her tits bounced in my face, I leaned forward to suck a nipple into my mouth. “Callum,” Caterina moaned.
While I flicked the bud with my tongue, my hand came to where Caterina and I were joined. When I found her clit, Caterina shrieked and clawed at my back. I hissed at the combination of pain and pleasure when she hit my left side. My injury might’ve made me a masochist because I loved the hell out of it. “Sorry,” she panted.
“It’s good, Kitten. It’s so very good.”
I continued to massage her clit with my fingers while Caterina sped up the pace of her hips. As the fire crackled in front of us, the sounds of our skin slapping together and our moans and grunts of pleasure drowned it out.
I couldn’t remember how long it had been since I’d been inside a woman. Regardless of the time, it had never felt like this. I’d fucked countless women in my past. But until today, I’d never made love. The connection I felt with Caterina was indescribable.
As I moved inside her, I couldn’t keep my mouth or hands still. I was kissing her lips, her neck, and her breasts. One of my hands slid up her silky-smooth back to tangle in her long hair while my other hand sent fingers sliding through our silky arousal to tease her clit.
When Caterina’s orgasm kicked off, it clamped my dick in a vise. After a few more pumps, my hips jerked up, setting off ropes of my hot cum deep inside her. I cried out her name as my head fell forward to be cradled between her breasts.
Once I’d come back to myself, my chest rose and fell with harsh breaths as I stared up into Caterina’s satisfied face. “You’re not my virgin bride anymore,” I said with a smile.
“Thank God,” she countered with a grin.
“As much as I hate to admit it, it was good we waited.”
Her brows shot up in surprise. “Really?”
I nodded. “Because I got to make love to you.”
Tears welled in her eyes. “Oh, Callum,” she murmured before bringing her lips to mine. She poured her emotions into the kiss until we were both breathing heavy, and my cock was hard inside her again.
She jerked her lips from mine to stare down at where we were joined. “Already?”
A laugh rumbled through my chest. “What can I say? You make me insatiable.”
“But how’s your shoulder?”
It fucking hurt, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell her that. “It’s fine.”
Caterina crossed her arms over her chest, causing her tits to bounce enticingly. “Don’t lie to me,” she countered.
Damn. I’d forgotten how well she knew me. “I’ll take some pain meds later.” Cocking my head at her, I asked, “Speaking of pain meds, how are you feeling?”
“A little sore.”
“Just a little?”
She shifted her hips, causing us both to moan. “I think I can handle another round.”
I had a feeling there would be several rounds tonight.