chapter 13
CALLUM
I WATCH FROM THE KITCHEN through narrowed eyes as Shaun walks around the property shirtless, muscles rippling in the sunlight. “Does he have to be half naked?”
Trinny laughs to herself, not even bothering to hide her amusement. “Can you sit down, please? He can probably see you staring at him out the window, and today has been awkward enough already.”
She stands up and wraps her arms around me from behind, resting her cheek on my back. “Should we head out and get the groceries or something? If I walk into that room with you I’m not going to want to leave.”
That gets my attention. I turn around and give her a big hug. “That sounds good. Then we never have to resurface again. Maybe there’s a pizza place and we can just bring something home.”
She stops in her room and grabs her bag. “Sounds perfect,” she says, tugging on my hand and pulling me out the front door. We can’t use any credit or bank cards with our real names on them, but we both pulled out cash before we left the city so we could buy whatever we needed with no paper trace. The cops did give us a card to use, but there’s no need for it, unless there’s an emergency. “Should we write a shopping list?”
“Thought we were living spontaneously?” I joke, gently leading her forward with my palm on her lower back.
“Spontaneous grocery shopping while I’m kind of hungry isn’t going to end well. We’ll be coming back here with all of aisle four, and that’s not exactly keeping a low profile.”
“What? You think they’re going to figure out that you’re a judge who was almost kidnapped and now we’re hiding out here until the men involved are apprehended? Pretty long-winded, don’t you think?”
She puffs out a short breath. “Well, when you put it like that.”
I take her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “We’ll be fine. We won’t buy all of aisle four, maybe just half of it.”
“Maybe I’ll make some lemonade and take it out to Shaun. It sure looked like he was working hard, by all the sweat dripping down his body.” She sniggers, trying to provoke me.
I don’t take the bait. “Do you even know how to make fresh lemonade?”
She pauses, and shrugs. “How hard can it be? Squeeze some lemons. Add some sugar. Ice cubes.”
I open the car door for her and usher her inside. “Well, I guess you’ll have to make it and let Shaun be the taste tester.”
I’m sure it will be bad, considering the woman isn’t a regular in the kitchen. When we find the small grocery store, I’m thoroughly underwhelmed.
“They don’t even have an aisle four,” Trinny whispers to me, grabbing some fresh bread, bacon, sausages, and more eggs. “That’s breakfast sorted.”
With the limited seafood options, I decide to scratch the gumbo and get some steak, potatoes, and salad. Trinny gets some bottled water and soda but ignores the lemons as we walk by them. The store attendants watch us curiously, probably wondering who we are, because I’d assume everyone knows who everyone is around here. We pay in cash and leave the store quickly, just wanting to get back to the farmhouse. Trinny drives home, muttering something about gender equality and me driving all the time. I never even thought about the fact I was the one always driving; I just thought I was being a gentleman. If she wants to drive though, she can go ahead. I always wanted a friend who would be a designated driver. Shaun is missing when we get back, for which I’m thankful; I don’t need him around making me look bad in front of a woman who is already out of my league. We both pack away the food, and then I finally, after what seems like the longest day in the world, get her back into my bed.
Except then we just fall asleep.
SHE WAKES ME UP in the very best way, with her mouth on my dick, and I’m so happy she made the first move. I hope she knows that when I say I want this, I don’t only mean for now. I have no idea what life will throw at us next, but if we happen to go back to our old routine, there’s no way I can pretend that nothing happened, nor will I allow her to return to the cold, stern woman she was when I met her. At least, she can’t be that when we walk out of those courtroom doors at the end of the day.
“Good morning,” I say, brushing her hair off her forehead.
I gently push her off me and back onto the bed and kiss her greedily, not easing her into it, tasting her just how I like it while my fingers caress her nipples through the material of her clothing.
“This all needs to come off,” I tell her, lifting her up to help undress her.
“This is the only time I’m going to listen to you,” she replies with a sultry smirk, one that I can’t help but kiss. I’d fallen asleep in just my boxer shorts, but Trinny removed those, so I’m already naked and ready for her once more.
“I can work with that,” I whisper against her lips.
As I lay her back down, the feel of her soft skin on mine can only be described as heavenly. I’ve always loved the feeling of skin on skin, and her breasts pressing against my chest, her pebbled nipples begging for attention, has me hardening even further. My lips slam back down on hers, my dick resting at the entrance to her pussy, but not sliding inside just yet. I can feel she’s wet, but I want her even wetter for me. I rushed our first time because I wanted her so badly, but this time I’m going to make it something to remember—after all, that’s a plus of our age difference. I kiss down her neck, nibble on her earlobe, then move toward her collarbone, sucking hard but not hard enough to leave a mark on her, although the temptation is there, the animalistic side of me wanting to mark what I want to be mine.
“Callum,” she whispers as I go lower, my mouth now sucking on her pert nipples one by one, biting and licking, taking my time to tease her. When she starts to arch her back and squirm on the bed, I know that she likes what I’m doing to her. A soft moan leaves her lips and I kiss down her toned stomach, past her navel, pushing her thighs apart as I come face-to-face with her sweet pussy. I lick from top to bottom then slide my tongue inside her, raising it up to her clit, where I lick and suck until she’s squirming so much I have to pin her hips down to keep her in place. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she lifts her hips up. She wants more, she wants to come, but I want her to do that when I’m inside of her. I sit back, wiping my mouth with my hand and pushing my hips forward. I’m so hard that I don’t even need to use my hand to position myself, one slight thrust and I’ll be inside of her. I’m taking my time, enjoying the view, when she lifts up again, the tip of my dick entering her.
“Impatient,” I whisper, then moan at the feel of her. “Fuck, Trinny.”
She’s so tight and wet, just how I remember, but I need to make this last, even though if I wanted to, I could come within a few hard strokes. Pushing forward, I slide into her all the way, then lean forward to kiss her as I start to thrust. She wraps her legs around me and lifts her hips up in time with each stroke.
“You feel so fucking good,” I grit out against her lips, then return to kissing her. Suddenly I change my mind, wanting her to come in my mouth, so I pull out and lower my body, returning my tongue to her clit and sliding my finger inside her. It only takes a few seconds before she comes, her thighs shaking as she mumbles the word fuck over and over again. I don’t stop the pressure of my tongue on her clit, wanting to prolong her release as much as I can. When she finally relaxes against the mattress, I slide back inside of her, and she’s so wet I have to grit my teeth because it feels that fucking amazing. Wanting her to come again before I do, I reach down and start to gently play with her clit, knowing how sensitive she must be right now. It takes a few minutes, but she comes again, clamping down on my cock, setting off my own release. I look into her eyes as I come, and she does the same, as we allow each other to watch the pleasure take over, sharing a most vulnerable moment.
Both of us are breathing heavily as I bury my face into her neck and place a gentle kiss there.
I don’t want to admit to myself just how much I like this woman and how attached I’m getting to her, because she could walk away at any point.
Live in the moment, Callum.
I guess future me will have to deal with the repercussions.