Chapter 10 Wes #2
“It’s fine. I trust you, Wes. You’re a good kid, and I know you love her.
Here’s a key to the cabin. You take her there and you stay there.
I have no idea what the fuck is happening here with your folks, but I’m asking you to move in.
Tell her whatever you want to tell her, but keep her away from the main house.
I have scouts on her while she’s working, but you need to be more aware of the danger. Also—”
He stood in front of me, staring me right in the eye as he handed me a nickel-plated gun.
I had hunted with my dad and grandpa from time to time, but we used rifles. I knew shit about handguns. Regardless, I wrapped my hand around it, accepting it from him.
“You’re gonna learn how to use this. I wanted to keep you clear of this shit, but you’re the best chance I have at keeping my daughter safe. Do you accept?”
Tucking the gun into the back of my jeans, I nodded. Sweat threatened to fall from my hairline, I only hoped it would stay in place. I wanted him to be able to count on me. Right as I went to shake his hand, my phone rang.
Callie’s name lit up the screen from where it sat on the table.
Simon’s eyes cut to the phone and smiled.
“She’s in your hands now, son. Keep her safe.”
“So my dad just gave you a key and you’re moving in?” Callie didn’t sound convinced.
I shrugged, unlocking the cabin door.
“I’m paying rent. Guess he was looking to rent it out since he doesn’t come back here much.”
She followed me inside. It was dark, but the light switch was immediately to my left.
I flicked the lights, and the soft glow lit up the sparse space.
Simon’s cabin was small, with a tiny love seat in front of the fireplace, a rocking chair adjacent to it, and just a small bookshelf with a spot for wood.
The kitchen was practically connected to the living room, it was merely a square, big enough to turn around in.
A fridge about as tall as Callie sat next to a tiny slice of counter, bracketed by the gas range stove.
If you were to spin, you’d be at the shallow sink, deep enough to stash roughly three or four dishes and that’s it.
Directly on the other side of the sink was enough room for a small circular table and two chairs, then there was the bedroom door, which led to a room big enough for a queen-sized bed, and a bathroom where the toilet touched the shower and the simple porcelain sink.
Everything about this cabin was small, but it would be a fucking dream compared to living at home in that huge, empty house.
Callie set her things down on the table with a sigh.
“So, my dad knows I’m staying here with you?”
I dipped to put a few logs into the wood stove before looking over my shoulder.
“You could always ask him yourself.” Her relationship with him was rocky at best. She strove for his attention, even tried to fit in with the club from time to time, only to reject it with prejudice the next second.
It was somewhat confusing to keep up with, but in her heart, I knew it all revolved around their relationship.
She laughed, moving to the kitchen. I had no idea what was in the fridge or cupboards. The last time I was here with her, we fucked for hours then passed out.
“I guess it could work. We’re almost eighteen, and you already graduated…”
She sounded like she was still trying to piece this whole thing together, which was crazy to me.
She’d had zero structure growing up. Her dad was protective, but he rarely knew where his daughter was or what she was doing.
My parents were constantly asking where I was, how long I’d be gone and who I was with, and while at the time it was annoying, as I grew older, I could appreciate the boundaries it provided.
“And you have a job,” I added to her list of reasons why we could live here.
I moved from the fire that was now glowing in the wood stove and lifted her onto the counter, stepping in between her thighs.
“This isn’t the place I want you to use that key on…but I also wouldn’t mind waking up to you every day. Or nearly every day…whatever you’re comfortable with. You can always go back home, but this would be nice too.”
Her hands tangled together at my neck, her pink lips spread over white teeth, smiling brightly.
She didn’t know because I was too chickenshit to tell her, but seeing her smile nearly robbed me of breath.
Holding her was the only dream I had at present, and I knew that was pathetic as fuck, but she’d been it for me for so long, I had no idea what would ever compare.
I wasn’t eager to find out, either. If I could have her and just support whatever dreams or aspirations she had, I’d be the happiest man alive.
“What would we do when we wake up? Would we be that couple that just get out of bed, or would we—”
I cut her off by tilting her backward and shoving her shirt up.
My tongue trailed over her belly button and lower to where her shorts buttoned. I tugged the copper tab and then slid the zipper down before responding.
“We would never be that couple, Callie.” My fingers gathered at her hips and tugged her jean shorts down until she was just in her blue thong.
She watched as my nose trailed over her slit, inhaling her scent.
When I’d first gone down on her and spread her puffy pussy lips with my tongue, she freaked over me smelling her, but fuck, she didn’t realize what it did to me.
My cock was currently granite in my jeans as I pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh.
“What sort of couple would we be then?” Her question was breathy and held the smallest hint of excitement.
With my finger, I pulled her underwear to the side and groaned a curse.
She was glistening, her slit wet and ready for me.
“Well, I can’t speak for you, but I know for me, I plan to start every morning like this, my nose in your cunt.” I bent down and inhaled again. Fuckkkkkkkkk.
With my tongue, I slowly trailed up the length of her center without parting her.
“Each morning, I’d be buried inside you, until you screamed.”
Pressing a kiss to her mound, I used my tongue to part her slit and lick slowly along her heat, drawing a moan from her. She loved when I went down on her now.
It took some time to get her used to it, just like it took me some time getting used to her taking me in her mouth, but we were adjusting.
I was working on not blowing my load five fucking seconds after she started.
Mostly, I savored her sounds and took her sultry moans, hoarding them like a fucking dragon would treasure.
I loved her reaction to me, to everything and anything I did.
“Then what?” she asked, her voice cracking as her fingers dug into my hair.
I circled her clit and sucked, making her cry out.
“Then this,” I muttered, adding two fingers to her slickness, sinking them into her pussy.
My thumb found her clit, and I began to finger fuck her, watching her face as she fell apart under my touch.
I knew if I moved my wrist fast enough, I could make her soak the counter, but I also knew she became too sensitive for my cock when I did that.
So, I slowed my movements and kept applying pressure to her clit.
“But what if I want more than this every morning?” she asked, spreading her thighs wider. “What if I want dick every single morning, Wes? What if I become this unhinged fan, desperate for you to fill me up and fuck me every morning?”
The things she did to me with that mouth.
“Then that’s exactly what you’ll get,” I promised before diving in with my tongue once more to make her come.
Her heels dug into my back as I sucked and licked, and her fingers pulled at my hair, but within minutes, she was fucking my face without holding anything back, rocking her hips and then falling to pieces under me as she shouted out my name with a string of curses.
I gently kissed her stomach and smiled up at her.
“You ready to go to bed?”
The way she smiled back at me would stick with me forever. Pink, plump lips, white teeth, glowing olive skin, and that dark hair swaying as she let me touch her.
“Never been more ready for anything in my life.”
We both laughed as I picked her up and carried her to the room. Our room.
“First, let’s do something!” she said excitedly. I let her down from my arms as she ran over to her purse, her ass swaying in that thong as she pulled something out.
“Let’s hang this up, as a good luck token.” She held the key I’d given her when we were fifteen, making my heart stutter.
“You just carry that with you?”
She laughed, pressing the metal to her lips. “If I could ink it into my skin and carry it as a constant reminder that one day we’d be married and a happy family, I’d do it, Wes. For now, it hangs out on my keychain.”
I stalked closer, feeling my chest grow significantly tighter. My nose burned, which was the oddest fucking feeling. How was it possible to love someone this much?
“Where do you want me to hang it?” I gently pulled the key from her fingers.
Her dopey smile made my knees weak.
“Above the mantel, see where that picture is? Slide the key over the nail then replace the picture. That way only the two of us will know about it.”
Grinning, I did as she asked. Once the picture swung back into place, Callie was on me. Her arms went around my neck, her lips crashed against mine, and then her legs were around my waist.
We never made it to the bed that night. We ended up on the couch, and after a few rounds, I just tucked her into my chest and held her tight against me.
I thought over the conversation with her dad, then decided to push it out of my mind.
That was my first mistake.