I always knew bringing Cami to Dreamland would be magical, but the reality is so much more than that. Everything about the park excites her. The castle. The food. The characters dressed up in the costumes that used to make me cry as a kid. She soaks up everything, and her happiness is a living, breathing entity that I find extremely contagious.
I couldn’t have imagined a better day. At least I hadn’t until Cal lifts Cami up on to his shoulders so she can get a better look at the evening show happening in front of the castle.
I never stood a chance at surviving this trip without falling in love with Cal. It was a valiant effort on my part to even think otherwise, but I’m no match for the girl dad energy he is giving off. A few women around us seem to take notice, although I shoot daggers in their direction until they turn away, flustered and somewhat disturbed.
I’ve been perfecting the look since everyone in my age range started lusting after Cal when we were teens. It’s not pretty, but it gets the job done.
I smile as I snap a photo of Cami and Cal from behind so I can print it out and store it in my memory box.
Cal glances over his shoulder at me. “What are you doing?”
I motion toward him and Cami. “Saving the memory.”
Something flashes in Cal’s eyes before he grabs the person next to him.
“Do you mind taking a photo of my girls and me?”
His girls.
They might have to airlift me out of here, because I’m about ready to go into cardiac arrest. With the way my left arm tingles and my heart pounds, I wouldn’t doubt it.
Cami remains on Cal’s shoulders, her smile bright and ready while I stand, stunned and blinking rapidly. Cal shakes his head with a smile before tugging me against him and wrapping an arm around my front while keeping Cami secured with the other one.
The man holds up the phone and begins his countdown. A firework explodes above us. Cami and I both look up at the same time as the flash goes off, ruining our photo.
The man practically throws Cal’s phone at him before returning to his family.
“More!” Cami claps her hands.
“They’re coming,” Cal says.
Fireworks erupt above us, painting the sky in different colors. Cal keeps his arm wrapped around me during the entire show. At some point during the explosions above, Cami falls asleep.
“How is that even possible?” He removes her from his shoulders before cradling her against his chest.
My legs might give out from how hard I swoon. “I told you she can sleep through anything.”
Another firework explodes above us, proving my point as Cami doesn’t even flinch.
“See?”
“Damn. Do you want to head back?” His eyes slide from Cami to me.
I look up at the sky, taking in a few more seconds of the show before nodding. When I turn, Cal’s gaze is already fixed on me, although it burns with promise as he follows the curves of my body.
Between Cal showering Cami with love and attention, and his soft whispers when no one is around, I’m more than ready to head back.
Fireworks be damned.
I shut the door to Cami’s room behind me before sagging against it. There isn’t a single part of my body that doesn’t ache from walking around the park all day, and no amount of working out would have prepared me for that kind of soreness.
“She went back to sleep easily?” Cal sits up on the couch.
“Yup. Out like a light.” I hated waking Cami up after she knocked out, but I refused to let her go to bed covered in theme park germs and butterfly face paint.
“It’s impressive how she can sleep through fireworks, a screaming baby on the ferry, and the entire walk up to the room.”
“If only the rest of us could be that lucky.” I fall face-first into the cushions of the couch across from the one Cal sits on.
He lets out a low laugh. “Tired?”
“My whole body hurts from head to toe.” My voice is muffled by the cushions pressing against my face.
The couch creaks under him. “I think I have an idea.”
“If it’s not a full-body massage, I don’t want it.”
“That can easily be arranged, so long as you return the favor.” He lowers his voice. “Preferably without clothes on.”
I blindly launch a throw pillow in the direction of his laugh.
The door to his room clicks shut soon after. I nod off for a bit before I’m woken by Cal coming back to lift me into his arms like a bride. I’m too tired to object, and honestly, I doubt I would either way. It feels good to be on the receiving end of being spoiled after spending all day on my feet.
He carries me into his bathroom and sets me on my feet. The sound of water rushing out of the tap drags my eyes away from his face.
“A bubble bath?” The deep tub is almost filled to the top with bubbles nearly spilling out of it.
He reaches over to shut off the tap. “I added some bath salts to help with your sore muscles.”
I drop my head back with sigh. “I love you.” The thought slips out by accident, and my eyes fly open. “I…” I can’t finish the rest of my sentence. It’s not that I don’t love Cal, but I don’t want to give that love away so freely again. Not without being able to trust that he won’t shatter my heart for a second time around.
“Don’t worry about it.” He offers me a tight smile.
“But—”
Cal shuts me up with a hard kiss that puts our awkward conversation to an end. I deepen it, earning the sweetest groan against my lips.
My hands find the hem of Cal’s shirt, and I lift the material over his head. He breaks apart from our kiss and does the same with my shirt, both of them landing on the floor. The pile quickly grows as we ditch our shorts and underwear.
“I don’t know where to start with you.” His gaze runs down my naked body.
“I have a few ideas if you need inspiration.”
His eyes darken. “Like what?”
“A bath for starters.”
His short laugh makes me smile. “Not what I was going for, but fine.”
He helps me into the bath first before settling in on the opposite side of me.
“Afraid to sit next to me?” I flick water at him with my toes.
He latches on to my foot and tugs me closer, making me sink deeper into the water. I open my mouth to object, only to be cut off as he begins kneading the sore muscles.
My head drops back against the tub. “Oh, God.”
His pressure intensifies. “Feels good?”
“Like heaven.” I sigh.
A small smile tugs at his lips. My eyes droop with each minute that goes by, the ache in my muscles easing with every pass and push of Cal’s hands. Eventually, the pain morphs into something else altogether.
Pleasure.
Cal must sense the shift in mood because he abandons his massage and stands. Water droplets slide down his muscular body, tempting me to wipe them away with my tongue. His thick erection stands as proud as him when he finds me checking him out.
I give my head a shake. “Where are you going?”
“Nowhere without you. Scoot forward.”
I do what he says, and he slides in behind me. His hard length presses against my back as he gets comfortable and places both his legs on the outside of mine.
I sink deeper into the bubble water and place my head in the crook of his neck. “I might never leave.”
Cal grabs a wet towel and squeezes a decent amount of bodywash on to the top before swiping it down my body. He takes his time, dragging the washcloth across my skin with soft, teasing strokes. I press my thighs together only to have Cal pry them apart so he can swipe the towel between my legs.
I squeeze his bicep. “Cal.”
He teases my clit again, adding more pressure this time. “What?”
“You know what you’re doing.” The words come out shaky.
He nips at my shoulder, earning a sharp intake of breath from me. “Is it working?”
I turn around and straddle his thighs, trapping him beneath me. His erection presses into me, and I grind against him, sending a zing of pleasure down my spine. “Does that answer your question?”
His fingers dig into my hips as I lean forward and lick a stray water droplet from his neck.
“Lana.” The way he whispers my name like a prayer goes straight to my head. His teeth grit together as I rub against his erection, so I wiggle again, earning another grunt.
He grips my thighs hard enough to leave marks. “Unless you want to end up getting fucked against the side of the tub, I’d stop.”
“Hmm. A tempting idea.” I run the tips of my fingers up his cock before gripping him tightly and giving him a single pump.
He snags my hand and drags it toward his mouth. The kiss he places on the inside of my palm is innocent, although the throbbing between my legs isn’t. I push forward and rub my pussy against his cock to relieve the building ache.
I kiss a path from his sharp jawline to the base of his throat. His breathing shallows out with each pass of my lips over his skin, his fingers digging into my skin like a lifeline. My lips suck on the spot beneath his ear that drives him wild while my fingers dance across his chest, carefully brushing down toward his navel without actually touching his nipples.
He moans my name again, sending another wave of pleasure rolling through my body. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”
“Having fun.” I tease his chest again. The tip of my fingernail catches on his nipple, and he sucks in a breath.
“This isn’t fun. It’s torture.”
“It’s only fair when you do the same thing.” I lean forward, my tongue just barely swiping over the hard disk when something breaks inside of him.
“Good idea,” he rasps as he grabs my hair and tugs. My back arches, giving him the perfect position to tease the very area I denied him. His tongue swipes over the pointed peak, teasing and torturing me until I force him to give my other breast the same attention.
He sucks hard enough to make me gasp, and I jolt in his lap.
“You want to tease me?” His teeth scrape over the sensitive spot, and black dots fill my vision as a wave of pleasure rushes through me. “You want to fuck with me?”
“I’d rather fuck you. Period. End of story,” I hiss between gritted teeth as he tugs on my nipple.
Cal releases me before he climbs out of the tub with my legs still wrapped around his waist. He quickly places me back on my feet before running a dry towel over me, collecting the water dripping down my skin. Goose bumps break out across my body—both from the sudden chill and the anticipation of what is coming next.
When he is all done, I grab a towel from behind him and do the same. I commit to my task, his breathing growing heavier with every pass of the towel over his rippling muscles. When I kneel down to get his legs, I avoid his erection.
The scar on his knee stands out against his skin, representing one of the biggest shifts in his life. In our life together.
I trace the scar while Cal breathes heavily above me, his hands fisting by his sides.
“It healed well.” The last summer he was here, he avoided wearing clothes that exposed his scar, so I never had much of an opportunity to look.
His chest rises and falls. “I hate it.”
“Every part of you is perfect.” I lean forward and kiss the scar.
Cal releases a shuddery breath.
Except when I go to swipe away the last bit of water dripping from his cock, he pulls me on to my feet and drags me toward the bedroom.
“But—”
Cal throws the towel in the direction of the bathroom. “I’m done with the games. Kneel,” he orders in that gruff voice of his that only comes out during sex. There are two versions of Callahan Kane, and this one happens to be my favorite because no one knows about it but me. It’s the one he keeps locked away, begging to be unleashed.
He presses a single finger against my shoulder. A shiver shoots down my spine as I kneel against the tightly woven carpet.
I reach for his cock, only to have him step out of my reach.
“What are you doing?”
“Payback.” He pumps once. His tip gleams from a single drop of pre-cum, and I lick my lips.
“Payback for what?” When I reach for him, he takes another step back, making me frown.
“Your stunt with the vibrator.” His gaze travels over my body. “You remember what you ordered me to do?”
“Stay there and look pretty for me.” I repeat the words. My body temperature spikes, along with my heart rate.
He reaches out to cup my cheek with one hand while pumping his cock with the other. “There truly is nothing prettier than watching you on your knees.”
“Nothing at all?”
His chest heaves from his heavy exhale. “Mmm. Actually, there might be one other thing.”
I yearn to reach for him, yet my hands remain pressed flat against my thighs. “What’s that?”
“This.” His fingers dig into my scalp and tug. I gasp, and Cal takes advantage of my surprise to thrust his cock inside my mouth. My lips wrap around him instinctively, and my hands reach out to hold him at the base while I pull him deeper into my mouth.
I drag my tongue across the underside of his silky skin, tracing and teasing my way up and down his length. His fingers thread themselves through my hair and hold me in place.
Like I ever stood a chance of leaving.
Cal’s muscles twitch and ripple as I pump, suck, and lick every solid inch of him.
There is nothing sweet and ladylike about sucking his cock. The way I hunger for his release drives my own orgasm to the surface, and my movements become more desperate as the pulsing between my legs intensifies.
“Touch yourself,” he rasps.
I follow his command, reaching between my legs.
“Show me how much sucking my cock turns you on.”
I lift my hand in the air, and his cock jerks in my mouth, flooding my tongue with his arousal.
“I want you to make yourself come.”
I blink in acknowledgment.
Cal’s fingers grip my scalp as he fucks my mouth. I tease my clit with the flat of my hand while pumping two fingers inside, sinking them in and out to the rhythm of his thrusts.
He groans at the sight, his eyes devouring me like I’m the last thing he might ever see.
“Fuck, Lana.” His movements become jerkier. Less in sync as he pistons his hips with enough power to make me almost gag.
The pressure in my belly builds, growing with each tease of my thumb against my clit.
“That’s it, babe.” He cups my cheek. “Come for me.”
His gaze brands itself into my very soul, with him pouring every ounce of love he feels toward me with a single look.
The world around me fades away as I’m hit with my orgasm. My body shakes, my release turning my muscles to jelly as I ride the wave of pleasure rolling through me.
The affection in his gaze morphs into pure lust, his eyes devouring me whole as his cum shoots down my throat and fills my mouth. I swallow multiple times but that doesn’t stop some of it from spilling past my lips.
Cal pulls his shiny cock away. He swipes at the cum dripping down my chin before sticking his thumb back into my mouth. I suck on the pad, cleaning him off before he repeats the same thing again. Once he is satisfied, I reach for his cock and wipe it clean with my tongue. He rubs my cheek with approval, and I lean into his touch.
More blood rushes to his dick, earning a giggle from me.
He actually looks offended as he pulls me up on to my feet. “You think it’s funny what you do to me? I’m suffering from constant blue balls around you.”
“It’s not my fault.” I laugh harder.
He smiles as he walks me back toward the bed. With a little shove, I fall against the mattress. Cal follows me, his weight pressing me farther into the bed as he steals a kiss.
I slide my hands up his body and comb my fingers through his hair. The intensity of our kiss increases as his tongue lashes against mine, seeking for me to submit. He bites down on my bottom lip and draws blood. His tongue sweeps in and coaxes a sigh from me as he sucks on the swollen flesh in a silent apology.
He continues teasing me until both of us are panting. The ache in my core grows with each pass of his tongue and every press of his lips. From my breasts to my pussy, not a single inch of my body goes unappreciated.
Cal denies me another orgasm, which makes me groan with frustration. “God.”
“You should know better than to call me another man in bed.” He slaps my pussy hard. Once. Twice. Three times until I’m panting and squirming underneath him.
The urgency to come has me digging my fingernails into his skin and grinding my pussy against his cock. He chuckles in my ear before pulling us both under the covers.
This time he takes me from behind, sliding his leg between mine and sinking into me with one drawn-out thrust. The position is intimate, with him holding me between his arms. He kisses my neck and teases my clit as he pistons into me over and over again. Pleasure rolls through me as he whispers the sweetest praises into my ear.
My climax builds with each thrust of his hips and every brush of his fingers against my skin. With a final pinch of my clit, I spasm around him.
His cock drives into me hard with enough force to push me forward as he uses me to find his own pleasure. My body trembles from the aftereffects of my orgasm, and his movements become less coordinated with each pump of his hips.
He reminds me of a man possessed. Of someone on the verge of losing himself to lust, with a wildness in his gaze that I find intoxicating.
Cal grunts as he comes, not ceasing his torture of my body until he is finished. He doesn’t pull out right away but instead chooses to wrap his arms around me. My thighs are sticky from our combined releases, yet I can’t find it in me to move.
I don’t think I even can move.
He kisses the top of my head with a sigh. Eventually, my heart rate settles, the steady thump lulling me to sleep.
“I love you,” he whispers into the dark.
I’ve heard the words hundreds of times from his lips, yet they still manage to take my breath away every single time.
I open my mouth to say the same, yet something holds me back.
Fear.
It’s not that I don’t love him, because I do. Maybe even more than ever before if that is possible.
It’s just that the last time I deliberately shared those three little words, he left. My love wasn’t enough before, so why would it be this time?
And after Cal left the last time, I’m scared to share that part of myself. At least not until I can fully trust him again.
If I ever can.
