chapter 12
TRINITY
IT’S BEEN A WHILE since I’ve had sex, or at least that’s the excuse I’m using for being so bold right now. His cock is huge, which I guess can be expected because of his height, but fuck, I can barely fit half of it into my mouth. I don’t give up trying though, and I can tell from his moans and just how hard he is that he likes what I’m doing to him. I stroke him from base to tip to add a little something extra, before hollowing my cheeks and sucking as hard as I can, making sure I don’t touch him with my teeth.
“I want to taste you, Trinny,” he rumbles, hands in my hair. “I want my mouth on your pussy.”
I lift my head and study him, then scoot back on the seat so I’m right up against the window. Callum wastes no time, pulling down my denim shorts and black cotton panties—I clearly wasn’t expecting this to happen, so I didn’t put on anything sexier, but he doesn’t mind. He only seems to care about what’s underneath the panties. Lucky for me.
“Mmm,” he moans, and lowers his head, tongue peeking out as he spreads my thighs farther apart and licks my sex. I give silent thanks for the fact my wax appointment was the day before the attempted kidnapping, so I’m all neat and bare down there for him to explore.
And boy, does he explore.
He licks my clit, flitting his tongue along it, making my thighs shake as my orgasm is almost within my reach. He slides a finger inside of me and I see stars, pleasure taking over all my senses. I love this moment, when you’re on the verge and you’re so turned on that you’re lost and you don’t care what you look like or what sounds you make, you just want to get over that line.
“Callum,” I whisper, my hand moving to my breasts, feeling my pebbled nipples through my thin T-shirt. He must hear the pleading in my tone, because he sucks just a little harder on my clit, and it’s enough to push me over. “I’m coming,” I warn him, because I don’t want him to stop or move from the exact position he’s in. My thighs are trembling as the pleasure hits, spreading from my lower belly outward. I arch my back, my moans getting louder and louder until the pleasure slowly drains away, leaving me feeling sated and satisfied. And if I’m being honest—a little sleepy and hazy.
“I could watch you do that all day,” he says, speaking over my deep breathing. “Fuck, you are beautiful when you come, Trinny.”
“My turn to find out what you look like when you come,” I tell him, sitting up and reaching for him again. It’s awkward in the back of this car, but I don’t care. I would have died if I’d had to wait, and I know he’s feeling the same. I suck him until he comes in my mouth, swallowing every drop.
“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath, eyes still on me as I sit back, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. He shakes his head, amusement and something else dancing in his eyes, and offers me his hand. I take it, and he pulls me against his chest. “I’m going to want to do that again and again. All of it, and more.”
I lift my head and glance up at him. “Guess we better go home then.”
“You finished with adventuring for the day?” he asks me, tucking my hair back behind my ear, and then pressing his lips against my forehead.
“We can do more exploring in bed,” I say, and before I know it he has me buckled in the front seat, and we’re on the road back to the farmhouse.
I put the window down and smile as the warm breeze hits my face.
WHEN WE GET HOME, I realize something. “We needed to go to the store and get some groceries,” I say as my stomach rumbles.
“I can whip something up for lunch, and we can go to the local pub for dinner if you like,” Callum says, pulling me closer by the belt loops on my shorts. “But yeah, we’re going to need to do a store run. I can go alone, if you don’t want to.”
“Are you hungry now?” I ask him, but he shakes his head.
“Are you?”
“Kind of,” I admit. “For more than one thing though.”
He just grins and pulls me into the kitchen and sits me at the table. “How about an omelet?” he asks, scanning the fridge. “It’s pretty much all we have: eggs, bread, milk, and a few vegetables and fruit.”
“Sounds good,” I say, watching him while he rushes around the kitchen, whipping me up an omelet. He’s already spoiling me, even if he doesn’t realize it. When was the last time a man opened doors for me? Cooked for me? Actually cared if I came? I can’t remember. Not all men are as chivalrous anymore, and Callum might be younger, but from what I’ve seen in just this short period of time, he’s more man than all of them put together. He knows how to treat a woman.
“Coffee or juice?” he asks me, pulling me from my musings.
“Juice, please.”
He places a glass of orange juice in front of me, along with some cutlery. “I promise tomorrow’s lunch will be a little fancier. I’ll even make my famous gumbo if I can find all the ingredients.”
Fuck, he’s so sweet.
“That sounds amazing,” I tell him. “My dad used to make gumbo.”
“You must miss them,” he says. He doesn’t pretend to not know this fact about me. Everyone seems to know about what happened to my parents, and I’ve gotten used to that over the years. “I lost my mom too. That’s why Justin lives with me.”
“Sorry to hear that,” I reply, glancing down. “I miss them every day. You know how they say time heals all wounds?”
He nods. “Except it doesn’t?”
“Not by a long shot. I guess you just get used to dealing with the pain. It kind of becomes you; you know what I mean? My pain is inside of me, and it’s a part of me now. I try to not let it control my actions and my thoughts too much, but it’s hard.”
He takes my hand.
“How did you lose your mom?” I ask quietly.
“Heart attack,” he tells me, and I wonder what he’s thinking right now. “She was really into health and fitness, so it definitely took us by surprise.”
“Will you tell me about her?” I ask, wanting to know more about the woman who brought him into this world.
“Okay,” he murmurs, then takes a deep breath. “Her name was Daisy, and she married my dad when she was really young. It didn’t work out, and it was just me and her for a few years until she got pregnant with Justin. I remember she used to wake up early every morning to make us breakfast, and she’d play music while she stood in front of the stove, dancing. She was always so happy, even in the morning. She used to say that Justin and I were the loves of her life.”
“That’s beautiful,” I reply, giving his hand a tight squeeze. “Now I know where you get it from—I used to always wonder how you could be so chirpy in the mornings.”
He smiles at that.
“My mom used to give me the best hugs. You know the ones that just fix anything?”
He nods. “I know the ones.”
I smile, and then decide to change the subject. “I’ll cook dinner tomorrow night.”
His brow raises. “You’re going to cook?”
“Can’t let you put me to shame now, can I?” I fire back, smiling. But the truth is, I want to spoil him a little too. He’s been looking after me, and I want to give that back to him. Not because I feel like I have to, but because I actually do want to.
What the hell is going on with me?
This has to be a first.
He puts down a plate in front of me before making his own and sitting opposite me. “I hope it’s okay.”
I take a bite and it’s good. A little salty, but I don’t mind. “It’s perfect.”
He smiles.
We finish eating, and we both clean up together.
I like this. No gender roles. No expectations. He doesn’t care that I earn more than him, and I don’t care that he’s only just starting out in his career. He doesn’t mind that I don’t like being in the kitchen, and I don’t expect him to take over that role either. We can both get everything done, as a team.
We’re equals.
I’m drying the dishes he washed, and I’m on the last one when he takes it from me, places it in the drying rack, and lifts me in the air and over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” I ask him from upside down, holding on to him for dear life so I don’t end up on the floor.
“We have unfinished business and I’ve never seen anyone dry a dish so slowly,” he all but growls, throwing me onto his bed. I bounce once before settling, glaring up at him as he starts to undress, his T-shirt, jeans, and boxers falling to the floor.
“I’m a perfectionist, I like to do a job properly,” I argue, eyes still on his body. He’s so tall and lean, yet sculpted. I wonder how much time he spends working out.
“My eyes are up here.”
“If you wanted me to look you in the eye right now, you shouldn’t have gotten your cock out,” I reply, licking my lips. “But now that it’s out to play, why don’t you come over here?”
“Are you going to do this job properly?” he teases, tone husky, throwing my previous words back at me.
“Why don’t you find out for yourself how thorough I can be?”
He smirks and joins me on the bed, giving me a gentle kiss on the lips before trailing kisses down my jawline and neck. His hands start to wander, cupping my small breasts but groaning like they are more than a handful. I’m glad he likes them.
“Are you on the pill?” he asks as he slides my T-shirt up and over me, leaving me in my black bra.
“No,” I tell him. I was on it, but got off it when I wasn’t seeing anyone, because there wasn’t any point.
“Shit,” he utters, then moves to start grabbing his jeans.
“Where are you going?” I ask. He didn’t even take my bra off yet.
“Nowhere. Eddie, ever the smart-ass, shoved a condom into my pocket when I was saying good-bye, but apparently the joke’s on him because we’re going to need it.”
Does Eddie just walk around with condoms in his pockets?
Never mind, I don’t want to know.
“Pass it here,” I say, taking the foil packet from him and ripping it open with my teeth. I once read about how to put a condom on with my mouth, but I’ve never tried it before. Now seems like the perfect time though. I get him to lay back and hover over his thick, hard cock, then attempt to slide the latex over his length with my mouth. It takes me a few tries, but I get there and then glance up at him triumphantly.
His lip twitches before his tongue peeks out over his bottom lip. “Come here.”
I crawl up to him. Before I know it, I’m on my back, my clothes are off, his mouth is on mine, and his fingers are gently sliding along the slit of my pussy, his arousal pressing against my stomach.
“You’re so tiny,” he murmurs against my lips.
I don’t know if he means my height, or what, but I just nod and thread my fingers in his hair, bringing him closer to me. My heart is racing, and I can feel how wet and ready I am for him. There’s nowhere I’d rather be right now. He starts to kiss my neck, sucking down on it, sending shivers all over my body, goose bumps appearing on my skin. Reaching between us, I take his dick in my hands and slide it against my entrance, then lift my hips up.
“Impatient,” he whispers, groaning as he slowly slides himself inside of me.
I grit my teeth, my eyes closing as pleasure hits me, the feel of him inside me indescribable.
“Look at me,” he rumbles, so I open my eyes and stare into his, pushing my hips up to meet his slow, deep thrusts. “You feel so fucking good.”
He’s clearly chatty in bed too.
And I’m not, so I stay silent, but I have to admit that his words turn me on even more. When he starts to play and suck on my nipples, the orgasm takes me by surprise. I moan out loud, not caring what I sound like, my back arching as I lose myself.
In these few moments of pleasure, I’m completely free.
Callum comes just after I’ve finished, the look on his face one I won’t be forgetting anytime soon, his green eyes filled with lust, satisfaction, and need, his lips slightly open as he gasps. He falls onto me but doesn’t squash me, the weight on his hands on either side of my body. He gives me a soft kiss, an appreciative one, and then rolls off me and pulls me with him, so my head is on his chest, his arm behind my neck.
“That was . . .”
“Of course you’re chatty just after sex too,” I tease, cutting him off.
“Just trying to pay you a compliment.”
I close my eyes and smile. “No need, Callum. I was here too. That was perfect.”
He cleans himself up, taking care of the condom, then joins me back in bed.
I fall asleep wrapped in his arms, my skin against his.
I WAKE UP FEELING . . . well . . . horny again. Maybe living on the edge turns me on? I don’t know. All I do know is that I’m reaching for him, he’s hard again, and I want him to fuck me once more.
He groans loudly, slides out of bed, and grabs his jeans.
“Where are you going now?” I ask him, cupping my breasts with my hands.
“To the store to get some condoms,” he says, moaning as he looks down at me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Hurry,” I demand.
“Do you want anything else?” he asks, leaning over me when he’s fully dressed and giving me a sweet kiss. “Anything to eat or drink? Lube?”
“We won’t be needing that,” I reply in a dry tone, glancing down at myself. “Just hurry back.”
“How could I not?” he says, giving me a longer, deeper kiss before he disappears. I roll onto my stomach, getting comfortable as I hear the truck start up and then fade away. It hits me that we’re not very good at this whole witness protection thing, because we just separated when that’s probably not the smartest idea. That thought just passes my mind when I hear a knock at the door. I sit up quickly, grabbing my clothes and sliding them on, then rush to the kitchen to grab a knife. Who the hell would be knocking on the door? And why did it have to happen a minute after Callum left? Shit. Should I pretend I’m not home? I don’t even know if Callum took the new phone the cops gave us.
“Hello?” a man calls out. “It’s me, Shaun from next door. I’m going to be feeding the animals and didn’t want to scare anyone.”
Scare?
Why would he say that?
I doubt a killer would announce themselves as such, and this Shaun guy definitely has the whole country-down-south accent going on, but that could be faked. I step to the door and slide it open a tiny bit, knife in my other hand, which he can’t see.
“Hello?” I say, trying to sound as friendly as I can considering the situation.
The man takes off his cowboy hat and places it on his chest with his hand. “Sorry to bother you, ma’am. I’m the owners’ son, from next door, and I’ll just be tending to the animals around the property, so I didn’t want to frighten you.”
“Thanks for letting me know,” I reply, relaxing. He seems sincere, and I don’t get any bad vibes from him at all. “And please call me Taylor. Ma’am makes me feel old.”
His lip twitches, and he nods. “Of course, Taylor. Don’t worry, you don’t look a day over twenty-three.”
I smile at the compliment. “Is there anything I can do to help you? I don’t really have much else to do so if I can make your day easier, don’t be shy to put me to work.”
He looks at me like I’ve grown two heads. “No ma’—I mean Taylor. You’re on vacation; you’re not expected to help in any way. Besides, this is outdoor work. You should stay out of the sun and relax.”
I roll my eyes at him. “A bit old-school, are you, Shaun?”
He chuckles and shrugs his broad shoulders. He’s a classically good-looking man but has a rough edge about him. The women around here must go crazy for him. “I call it being a gentleman. I better get to work; these horses aren’t going to feed themselves. It was nice meeting you.”
“You too, Shaun,” I say, just as Callum pulls up. Shaun looks behind him, then back to me. “Is that your fella?”
I have no idea how to answer that, so I just ummmm and aaahhh until Callum comes to the door.
With a box of condoms in his hand.
No bag or anything, just the box of condoms.
Someone kill me now.
Could he not put them in his jean pockets? Oh, right, he’s a city slicker and has on tighter jeans than me.
Fucking hipsters.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Shaun murmurs, coughing to cover up his laughter. He introduces himself to Callum and then rushes away as fast as he can. I open the door wider, for Callum to enter, and scowl at him.
He does the same back at me, and then we both speak at the same time.
“I leave you alone for ten minutes and you’re talking to the country version of Brad Pitt?” he says while I say, “You couldn’t hide those so the whole town doesn’t know what we’re doing?”
He glances down and sees the knife in my hand. “Jesus Christ, what are you doing with that?”
I shrug. “I freaked out when Shaun came to the door; you can’t blame me for being a little jumpy considering the circumstances.”
Callum closes and locks the door, then takes the knife from me. “You’re right, I shouldn’t have left you alone, even for ten minutes.” He glances down at his crotch. “Wasn’t exactly thinking with the right head.”
He puts the knife away, then pulls me into his arms.
I release a deep breath and relax against him.
I’m safe here.
Everything is going to be fine.