Chapter 12 Wes
TWELVE
WES
Waking up with Callie in my arms was the best part of my day.
Hands down.
There was no comparison to anything I’d found. Her pink lips were barely parted, and her dark lashes fanned the tops of her cheeks. She was naked every night she slept with me, and every single morning, I’d wake up with a cock hard as stone, ready to fuck her.
It was routine at this point, and while I watched her sleep, I did so with rapt attention to her breathing.
I had once mentioned that sometimes she slept so soundly I wondered if she would even notice if I started fucking her.
She joked that I should try it sometime.
She had no idea, but the time had come, as she wasn’t waking to my tiny touches or kisses.
It was nearly seven in the morning, and I was going to be late for work if I didn’t get up and leave soon.
But I needed her.
Callie was more than an obsession. She was my reason for waking, my reason for trying. She was all of it, and without the opportunity to touch her and claim her before I started my day, there wasn’t a point in starting it.
Gently rolling until I was on my forearms, I watched as her rhythmic breathing continued and her eyes remained shut.
Fuck, even with her permission, this felt weird.
But it was Callie. My Callie. And she’d never be upset at the prospect of me touching her.
Besides, there was some tiny thrill at the prospect of getting to fuck her so thoroughly that she’d wake up while completely full of my cock.
Still, something gave me pause. I’d start slow, and maybe work my way up to fucking her. I’d touch her first.
So, I gently pushed her thighs open and slid my hand over her bare mound and through her silken pussy lips, groaning at how perfect she felt.
Her eyes fluttered as I went up her slit and then drug my fingers back down her center.
She shifted, letting out a tiny moan as I decided to lower my head between her thighs.
This right here was perfection.
Using my thumb, I pushed her lips apart and licked through her seam, slowly circling her clit.
The fact that she was sleeping turned me on, making the tip of my cock weep against the sheets and my hips thrust on their own into the mattress.
I tossed her leg over my shoulder, and my delicate touch roughened as I devoured her, sucking and licking as she let out little moans of pleasure, showing she was starting to wake.
Sure enough, a tight grip on my hair and her hips tipping forward was the final straw before she woke and sleepily watched through parted lashes. I had my tongue buried inside her cunt, fucking the mattress as I lapped up her arousal, unwilling to relent until she let out a breathy cry.
“Wes,” Callie moaned, slowing her hips while pressing on my forehead to stave the sensation of my tongue dragging across her sensitive center.
I sucked her clit into my mouth with a devious growl, and she snapped.
“Fuck me. Please, baby, fuck me. I need it.”
I loved when she lost her resolve like that and began to unravel.
Moving over her, I gripped the headboard, staring down at her as I guided my erection along her completely soaked pussy.
“You want this?” I asked, breathless.
Her eyes were wide and glassy as she licked her lips. “Yes.”
I slid the head of my cock through her folds, groaning as her hips bucked.
“Hmmm, but you interrupted my fun.”
Callie touched my chest, wrapping her hands around my neck.
“What did I do?”
I was sliding into her ever so gently. “You woke up.”
Moaning, she tethered her fingers at the back of my neck.
“You wanted to play while I was unconscious?”
I scoffed. “You’re always cognizant when you’re with me. You clawed me open, Callie Stone, and demanded a position inside as queen of my heart. We can’t be apart. Even in death I’m pretty sure I’d follow you.”
“How do you make that sound so hot?” she breathed, tilting her pelvis, trying to guide more of my cock inside her.
I held her hip in place so she couldn’t.
“How are we going to rectify this?”
She seemed to think it over, then went limp in my arms, smiling up at me. “Tie me up.”
The idea shot off like a rocket, the image of her at my mercy, unable to stop me from playing, from touching. It was like she’d unlocked a kink I didn’t even realize I had.
“You’re sure?” My eyes were huge as I began to sink inside her, no longer able to hold back.
She nodded, wetting her lips again. I bit down on her plump bottom lip as I pulled out of her and sunk back in, thrusting as hard as I could go. She let out a tiny yelp, but her hands came up, clinging to me.
“More of that. I love when you do that, Wes.”
I didn’t have a rope, or the resolve to pull out of her at the moment, but it would have to be something we tried another time.
I did, however, pull her hands above her head and hold them there as I ruthlessly fucked her.
I slammed into her heat repeatedly, watching as her tits bobbed and swayed with the movement.
Her ankles connected over my ass as my free hand went to her right ass cheek, where I roughly grabbed her and thrust my hips without restraint.
The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, our moans and heavy breaths mingling with the mewling sound she was making now as her climax began to build.
I gripped her wrists harder as I plunged my swollen cock so deep inside her that she let out a string of curses.
“You’re so perfect, River. So fucking perfect and so fucking mine. I can’t believe I get to wake up to this every morning,” I breathed, moments away from blowing my load inside her.
We’d been sloppy and impulsive for the last few months, which resulted in a pregnancy scare.
After the test came back negative, we stopped relying on condoms and Callie went in, getting on something more effective.
I was thankful, because it allowed me to fuck her bareback, and shit, that felt good, to not have to worry.
Callie screamed as her back arched, her tits pushed up against my chest, and her mouth gaped open. “Oh my—Wes. Fuck!”
She came hard, right as I did. Groaning into her neck, I finally released her hands.
Lifting off her, I carefully pushed back a few strands of hair from her forehead and relished the soft smile she gave me.
I cherished her after-sex smiles, because they were unlike any other smiles she gave to me or anyone else.
Dreamy, sated, as if she was high purely from my touch.
It always made my chest feel warm. It was familiar and safe… like coming home.
“I have to go to work,” Callie whispered sleepily, dragging a finger down my nose and over my lips.
I did, too, but with the way the sun washed over her face, highlighting her dark lashes and skin, it was too tempting to stay here with her. All I had to do was lean in and kiss her, slide into her slick heat that’d still be dripping with my release, and we could just keep fucking.
Kissing her neck, I released a heavy breath and began to move.
We had bills, and I was saving up for a ring.
I had nearly all of it saved so I could buy her a ring that wouldn’t embarrass her.
I knew it wasn’t going to be massive or boast that we were rich, but it would be hers, and it would remind her of us.
I had the ring picked out. I just needed the last three hundred dollars to secure it, which would come by my next paycheck.
“What do you want for breakfast?” I tugged her hand, helping her out of bed. She smiled sweetly up at me, then pressed a kiss to my sternum.
“I made overnight oats, knowing you’d keep me in bed longer than I had time for.”
I smacked her ass lightly as she jogged past me and out of the bedroom.
We were still in her dad’s cabin, but we’d made it ours with tiny touches and framed photos of us covering nearly every surface.
We’d taken a road trip last summer and saw the Grand Canyon, and we’d come too fucking close to getting hitched in Vegas before sense returned and we started our journey back.
Callie wanted everyone there when she got married. Her dad, Red, Brooks, Hamish…even Killian. A part of me wanted that too, because as I’d grown close to Callie, I’d grown close to her family, and even Killian was like a brother to me now.
As for my own family…Mom finally left Dad.
She lived in Maryland now with her sister, as did my sisters.
My dad moved in with his secretary, last I heard, and the house was being lived in by my older brothers.
I wouldn’t mind them attending my wedding, but they’d give me shit for not inviting my dad or not wanting to put up with my mom’s opinions regarding Callie.
She’d made herself clear when she found out we were dating at fifteen.
The second she made the connection to who Callie’s dad was, she began her quest to break us up.
I never once told Callie about it. It worked because my mother was always sickly sweet to Callie’s face. I’d hear all her real feelings behind closed doors.
I showered, then brushed my teeth, and by the time I had ventured back into the kitchen, Callie was tossing her hair up and sliding a mug of coffee into my hand.
“Can we go to that cute little food truck place tonight?” Callie asked, digging through her purse, probably for her keys.
I was hesitant to make any plans that included leaving Rose Ridge without consulting her dad. I realized that made me seem weak, but her dad was acting more worried than usual, and Killian had made a cryptic comment the other day about including them if we made plans to go anywhere.