Chapter 12 #2
With that, I stormed inside, going to find Rachel. I found her in my room, lying on the bed, her eyes closed. I softly closed the door behind me before quietly striding over to her. When I settled on the edge of the bed, she slowly opened her eyes to look up at me.
“You’re home,” she whispered, reaching out to rest her hand on my jean-clad thigh.
I nodded and stroked a hand over her cheek, my chest tightening when she pressed her face into my touch. “I’m home, kitten.” Leaning down, I pressed a tender kiss to her lips. “Your parents giving you a hard time?”
She sighed heavily and nodded. “When aren’t they?” She sat up on her elbow and used her other hand to rub at her eyes. “Been holed up in here most of the time to avoid them.”
I ran my hand over her hair. Now that I was home, I’d make sure they didn’t bother her. As her brother said, she was my problem to deal with. Which meant if I didn’t want her parents having access to her, then they wouldn’t.
“Meet me in the chapel? I’ve got a surprise for you.”
She frowned in confusion before nodding. “Yeah. I’ll be there in a couple of minutes.”
I stood from the bed and headed out of the room, walking up the hall.
Drake was just coming inside the clubhouse, carrying the small cooler with Rachel’s gifts.
I nodded once in thanks and took it from him before heading into the chapel to wait on Rachel.
Once she entered the room, I nodded toward the doors. “Shut them.”
She arched a brow at me, still looking confused, but silently did as I commanded. I beckoned her closer with one finger after she shut them. Once she was close enough, I grabbed her hips and slid her between me and the table, her ass pressed against my cock, which swelled behind my zipper.
Fuck. Been too long without her.
“Open the cooler, kitten.”
Reaching forward, she grabbed the lid of the cooler before flipping it open. She lurched back, stepping on my boots when she saw the body parts inside. “Callan, what the fuck—”
“Every son of a bitch who touched you,” I told her, my voice eerily calm. “And the president who ordered your kidnapping. Who beat you to the point of losing your spleen, your memory, our baby, and any future chances of having them.”
She spun around to look at me, her eyes wide and a little horrified. But there was something else there, too. Something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
“Callan…” she breathed. Her eyes suddenly welled with tears, and her lips trembled. “You—they—”
“They can’t touch you again,” I quietly told her, everything in me softening at the sight of her so overwhelmed. I caressed her hips with my thumbs. “I fucking made sure of it.”
Her lips crashed onto mine then, and I grunted in surprise before lacing my fingers in her hair and angling her head just right. She moaned when I slid my tongue into her mouth and pressed her against the table.
“Callan…” she whimpered when I moved from her lips and began sucking at the skin of her neck, marking her as mine for everyone to see. She whined, panting into my ear as I ground my cock against her thigh.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded. “Please, Callan.”
“Can’t do that, kitten,” I reminded her, my voice a mere rasp. “But I can do the next best thing.”
I lifted her onto the table before grabbing the top of her leggings to drag them down her thighs. She grasped the edge of the table, her knuckles white. Her chest heaved with each breath as she watched me drop to my knees between her bare thighs.
I didn’t even bother pulling her thong down—just shoved them aside and buried my face in the heat of her. I took a moment to inhale deeply, getting high on the intoxicating scent of her, before I swept my tongue over her sweet cunt.
Fuck, she tasted so good.
Her breathy moan was music to my ears. Her fingers sank into my hair, her nails biting into my scalp toughly.
When her thighs squeezed my head, I groaned against her and gripping her hips, flicking my tongue against her clit.
She was so fucking addictive, and it took a good bit of restraint to not sink my tongue inside her tight channel just so I could taste more of her.
Always fucking wanted more.
But this was about her. Not me. I’d erased one of her nightmares. I couldn’t give her back what she lost, but I could at least make sure those who took it all from her paid for their crimes. And I had.
The door opened, Carter walking in. I jerked my head up, glaring at him for interrupting us. “Goddammit!” he barked before quickly stepping back out and slamming the door shut behind him. I chuckled and nipped at the sensitive skin of Rachel’s inner thigh, making her moan.
“Forgot to have you lock the door,” I rasped.
“Don’t fucking care,” she moaned, her hands tugging at my hair, trying to urge me back to where she wanted me. I grunted, my fingertips pressing into her skin hard enough to bruise. “I’m so close, Callan.”
Fuuuuck.
I buried my face back where she wanted me and focused back on her clit, sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves. She whined, her back arching, and then, she was coming, crying out my name as her pussy juices coated my lips and chin.
Groaning, I lapped it all up, unable to get enough of her.
My cock was so fucking hard, I knew I’d have an imprint of my zipper on my dick, but I didn’t care.
She’d needed this, and I was there to service her.
To make her feel good and give her what she wanted.
What she needed. Because she deserved to have someone worship her and put her first.
Standing, I laced my fingers in her hair and kissed her. She moaned when the flavor of her exploded on her taste buds.
“I love you,” I rasped against her addictive mouth. “So goddamn much, kitten.”
She sighed—a happy, content sound—and nuzzled my cheek. “I love you, too, Callan.” She cupped my face, making me look at her. Her eyes were glossy with tears, but I knew she wouldn’t let them fall. “Thank you.”
I smiled softly at her. “Never have to thank me for taking care of you, kitten.”
“Can you two get the fuck off my goddamn table?!” Carter shouted through the closed doors. “We need to hold church, and Callan, you’re sanitizing that damn table before we do!”
I laughed, my shoulders shaking, as I buried my face in the curve of Rachel’s neck. She sighed in annoyance. “Fuck off, Carter!” she barked back.
I snorted when he called her a pain in his ass before I heard him stomping off like a petulant child.
Some things would never change, and I hoped this was one of them. I wanted Rachel as mine forever.