Chapter 3
Callan
I sipped at my beer, the base pounding from the speakers beginning to make my skull throb.
I was getting too old for these fucking parties.
Too old for the random women always hanging around.
Too old for the music with throbbing bass when all I wanted to do was be in bed. Too old for the goddamn dancing.
I was just getting old. And grumpy, too, if my current mood was anything to go by.
At thirty-two, I was just over all this shit.
Didn’t help that the woman I wanted wasn’t in the room.
The old Rachel would’ve been out here partying until someone forced her to go home.
But tonight, she was holed up in her room, wanting no part of the party that was being thrown for her in celebration of her finally coming home after being away for three entire years.
There was no way in hell she’d changed this damn much in a mere three years. I knew people changed, but this much? She was… mellow. No longer a partier. She even seemed responsible. Maybe this club had been her entire problem when she was younger, and her granddad had been right in taking her away.
I finished off my beer and headed down the hall, intending to go to my room. Maybe I could plug headphones into my ear and drown out the party happening and get some rest. But my feet had a mind of their own and carried me right past my door and all the way down to the last door on the hall.
Rachel’s room.
Something about her had always intrigued me, but she’d been underage and off-limits. Couldn’t touch her back then. Wouldn’t even fuckin’ dream of it, even if the legal age of consent was sixteen. It was wrong and disgusted me.
But now? With all those curves and that sassy don’t-give-a-fuck attitude that she’d mastered over the years? Christ, she was downright perfect.
I knocked lightly on her door, cursing myself after. Because what if she was asleep and I was disturbing her? Then again, how the fuck did she sleep with all this shit happening? Girls laughing way too loud, music thumping too hard, and guys cheering over games of pool and poker.
The door swung inward just as I thought of walking away and leaving her be, and Rachel looked up at me.
Only a single lamp was filtering light throughout her room, and it was dim.
Yet it was just bright enough to make it look like she was glowing.
Her fire red hair had been pulled up into a messy knot on the top of her head, and some strands had fallen out, framing her face.
“Hey,” she rasped, her voice husky.
“You want some company?”
She ran her eyes over me for a moment before stepping aside and letting me into her room.
It smelled of weed, and an ashtray sat on her nightstand.
The room was still mostly plain, looking just about as it had before she moved in.
The only change was the dark purple bedding on her bed and a laundry basket of clothes sitting beside the bathroom door.
“I honestly don’t know why the fuck I had the urge to come bother you,” I admitted, turning to face her once I was in her room and the door was shut behind her, muting the music and racket just a little.
She arched a brow at me and lifted her hand behind her to flip the lock on the door. My cock filled out, pressing against my zipper. A woman only locked the door when a man was in the room for one fuckin’ reason.
She didn’t want us to be disturbed.
I took a step in her direction, watching the way her eyes darkened a shade, nearly turning hers black, and her pupils blew wide to take over her dark irises. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples were pressing against her shirt.
“Two seconds to unlock that door, or I’m fucking you against it,” I warned her, taking another step closer to her.
I was hoping she would be the one between us to have some sense, but I should’ve known that was too much to hope for.
Rachel was reckless and a brat through and through. That would never change.
A sexy little devilish smirk tilted her lips. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she taunted.
I circled my hand around her throat, slamming her back against the door.
She moaned, her back arching, her pupils fucking blown.
I crashed our lips together, devouring her like a man starved.
And fuck, I was. I’d been starving for this woman for a long fucking time.
Too goddamn long. And now that I could have her, not a single damn thing would be holding me back.
She was mine. And tonight, I was laying claim to her. Fuck how her brother, her parents, or anyone else felt about it. Rachel was grown, and she could make her own decisions and choose who she wanted to be with.
And I was moving in on her before some other piece of shit could even think of doing the same.
“Callan,” she whimpered when I moved my lips along her jaw before sucking at the tender skin right behind her ear. Her fingers fumbled with my belt. “Need. I fucking need,” she panted.
Godfuckingdammit.
I released her throat and gripped her leggings, shoving them down her thighs. She kicked them off. As soon as she had my cock freed from my jeans, I lifted her against the door like she weighed nothing. Her hands gripped my cut, and she gasped when I ripped her thong right off.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” I growled before she could complain. She didn’t seem to care though. She just made a low whining sound in the back of her throat, her nails digging into the skin at the back of my neck. Like she was trying to urge me to move faster.
I drove inside of her tight, wet cunt. Fuck a condom. I’d buy her the Plan B pill. I just needed to be inside her sweet body. God, she felt so damn good. So perfect. Her body fit me like a glove.
“Oh, my God,” she moaned, her head falling back against the door. “Fuck, Callan.”
“You’re so goddamn wet, kitten,” I moaned, fucking up into her. The door rattled with every stroke inside of her pussy, her ass slamming back against it as I pushed up inside of her. She gripped my hair in her fists and pressed her mouth to mine, kissing me hard and hungrily.
She was just as fucking greedy as I was.
“Harder,” she begged, panting into my mouth. The smell of weed on her breath was intoxicating, and I couldn’t help but lick into her mouth—to taste the herb on her tongue. “Callan, please, fuck me harder.”
Wrapping my fingers around her throat again, I shoved her harder against the door. Her eyes went all hazy as she submitted to me like it was second nature. And fuck, she was beautiful as she did so. So damn pretty letting me claim her and wreck her and fucking devour her.
Leaning in, I let my lips brush hers again, unable to keep my mouth away from hers for long. “You beg so fucking prettily, kitten.”
Then, I fucked her harder, just as she requested.
She whimpered, her fingers wrapping around my wrist. I pressed in a little harder, cutting off her airflow.
And just like that, her pussy strangled my cock as she came.
“Oh, fuck, kitten,” I growled, fucking her harder, my balls drawing up tight.
I slackened my grip just a little so she could breathe again. “Think you can come again for me?”
“I can do whatever you need me to,” she panted.
Fucking hell.
I tightened my grip around her neck again, knowing my touch would leave bruises on her skin. I was fucking dying to see her marked up because of me. Wanted other men to look at those discolored marks on her neck and know a man had already wrecked her world and she didn’t need them.
She’d look so fucking sinful. So fucking mine.
She whined, her nails digging into my skin. She tightened her thighs around my hips as I reached between us, thrumming her clit. Her strangled scream was fucking beautiful, and she flooded my cock, drenching my jeans as she squirted all over me.
That was it.
I fucking exploded, growling her name as I spilled inside of her, coating her pussy with my seed, so goddamn feral with the need to mark her as mine that I could barely think.
She slumped in my arms, her head resting on my shoulder when I released her throat. Her hot breath fanned over my neck as I gently eased her away from the door and carefully carried her to the bathroom, setting her on the counter. Her eyelids were drooping, sleep tugging at her.
“Stay awake,” I coaxed, softening my voice.
I took a washcloth from the cabinet above the toilet and wet it with warm water before gently cleaning between her thighs.
She leaned against the wall, shutting her eyes.
I knew the sex we’d just had would be draining for her.
The way she’d submitted, the way her body had just gone all soft and pliant for me—fuck yeah, she needed some rest.
I fixed my wet jeans, not bothering with my belt, and scrounged through her dresser, finding her a pair of panties and a sleep shirt. After finding what I needed, I headed back into the bathroom and stroked my hand down her arm. “Sit up for me.”
She groaned in protest but moved off the wall. I eased her shirt over her head before pulling on the one I’d grabbed. Then, I slipped her panties up her legs, lifting her off the counter a little so I could pull them up all the way.
“Alright—off to bed.” I lifted her from the counter and carried her to bed with her arms and legs wrapped around me. Once she was on the mattress, I covered her up, tucking the blanket in around her shoulders.
She was out like a light before I could even wish her goodnight or see if she needed anything, soft snores leaving her parted lips.
I turned off her lamp and made my way out of her room through the darkness.
Once I was in the hall with her door shut behind me, I quickly made my way to my room so I could get a shower, put on some sweats and a t-shirt, and crawl into bed myself.
I was more relaxed than I’d been in years, and I wanted to take advantage of it.
My door was cracked when I walked up to it. Clenching my jaw, I shoved it open, ready to pummel whoever had broken into my fucking room. “Who the fuck—” I sighed when I saw Carter sitting in my desk chair. “What?” I snapped. “Do I not get fucking privacy anymore?”
“Went to go check on my sister and heard you fucking her brains out,” he said, standing up.
I simply arched a brow at him, wanting him to get to his point.
If he was here to warn me away from her, he could fuck off.
He ran his eyes over me, his lips screwing up in distaste when he caught my damp jeans.
“You serious about her?” he finally asked, letting his dark eyes meet mine again.
I shrugged, surprised by his line of questioning, though I didn’t let it show. “If she’ll let me be, yeah. But your sister is pretty fuckin’ tight-lipped. Doubt she’s lookin’ for any man right now.” Didn’t mean I wouldn’t be working to change her mind though.
He grunted. “You put your dick in her, she’s your responsibility now. That’s always been my rule with her.”
I snorted, rolling my eyes as I headed toward my connected bathroom. Like that was a fucking issue. He was just handing me what I wanted on a silver platter.
“Whatever, brother. Now can you get the fuck out so I can shower? Got your sister’s jui—”
He shoved me aside with a scowl. I snickered as I caught myself with a hand on the wall. “I don’t want to fucking know,” he snapped as he headed for my door.
I barked out a laugh and shut the door behind him, flipping the lock so I wouldn’t be disturbed.
She’s your responsibility now.
I shook my head as I toed off my boots and headed for my bathroom.
Carter had said that as if Rachel being my responsibility was some kind of prison sentence. My lips tilted up into a smirk. I was looking forward to Rachel and I clashing heads when she realized who she’d let in her sweet pussy tonight.
I wasn’t the nice guy. I’d take damn good care of her, but when she wanted to be a fucking brat? I’d show her who was in charge.
That woman was made for me, and I would enjoy twisting her around until she figured it out for herself.