He kicked the door shut behind him, then crossed to the bed. My ass landed on it with a slight bounce. Now sitting in front of him, he reached behind his back to undo the knot on the apron, quickly pulling it over his head and tossing it to the ground. I didn’t hesitate as I shoved his boxers down, his dick springing free. 

My hand gripped the base of it as I darted my tongue out to lave up the drop that beaded at the tip.

“Fuck, Sage. I could get off on you doing that alone.”

Satisfaction surged through me with the effect I had on him. I was glad I wasn’t the only one completely gone at the moment.

My lips wrapped around the head of his dick as I slowly pulled it deeper into my mouth, my movements slow as I took my time with him.

He was gentle as he wrapped his hands in my hair, not to hold me in place, but to make it easier for me to enjoy him without the strands getting in the way.

My hand pumped him in rhythm with my mouth, my tongue flat against the underside of his dick. He cursed, pulling my head back so that my mouth released him. “I can’t wait any longer.”

“I’m on birth control,” I said. “And I haven’t had sex in a few years, but I’m clean.”

“I’m clean, too—” He angled my head to look up at him as his eyes widened. “Wait, years? When you told me about the orgasms before, I assumed you’d still been having sex.”

I nodded. “Not since…”

He leaned down, pressing his lips to mine so that I didn’t have to say the words. I got lost in him, in his mouth, in the way he released my hair and smoothed his hands over my cheeks, my jaw, my neck. 

He pulled back, resting his forehead against mine. “I’ll take care of you. You have any second thoughts, or if anything hurts, you tell me, okay?”

I nodded. “Okay.”

“And remember, Sage. You’re beautiful. Every damn inch of you.”

His hands trailed to my thighs, pulling my shorts down so they puddled on the floor. He moved his fingers to my shirt, lifting it up and over, and tossed it to the ground. I fought to keep my arms to the side rather than covering my scar, repeating his words of affirmation over and over in my mind.

His eyes heated as he took in that I wasn’t wearing a bra, then brought his hands back to my thighs. He lifted me slightly so that he could move me up the bed, and once he was satisfied with my placement, he laid me back against the comforter, my head resting on the pillow. 

“You don’t have to be gentle,” I told him as he hovered over me.

“Trust me, baby. Gentle will not be in my vocabulary once I’m inside of you.”

My thighs wanted to squeeze together to relieve some of the pressure, but Callan reached down, wrapping a hand around my leg. “Spread your legs.”

I did, and then he was lining himself up with my pussy. “I can get a condom if you want,” he said, his breathing deep and even.

I shook my head. “Please just fuck me, Callan.”

The corner of his mouth twitched. “Yes, ma’am.”

In an instant, he was easing into me. My breath hitched as the muscles in his arms flexed from where he was holding himself up. With his hands braced on either side of my head, I had the best view of every inch of him. His chest, his stomach, his arms, his face. All of it made me melt into the feel of him.

Once he was fully inside of me, he gave me a minute to adjust, and I wrapped my hands around his arms. 

“Breathe, baby,” he said, taking a deep breath himself.

I squirmed slightly, wrapping my legs around him, and he took that as his cue to continue. He began thrusting in and out of me, starting slow at first, but then he lost it, pounding into me as my moans got louder, my fingers digging into his skin. 

My legs fell to the bed and he pulled out, grabbing my hips to flip me over. He hoisted me up so that my ass was in the air, my chest and face pressed to the bed.

“Fucking hell, Sage. You’re perfect.”

He smoothed a hand over my ass as he inserted himself back into me and I let out another moan.

“That feel good, baby?”

“Yes,” I breathed. It felt fucking amazing.

The angle mixed with the fullness of him had my core tightening as soon as he began thrusting again. 

My hand fisted in the sheets as I reached between my legs with the other to circle my clit.

His hand gripped my hip. “That’s it. Touch yourself for me. Bring yourself to that edge and let go.”

As his speed increased, so did my fingers. That blissful sensation built between my legs as he thrust deeper into me. I knew he could feel it, too, because he groaned as it built.

I let the pressure build, the sweetness pooling in my center, and then I did as he said. I let go.

I screamed his name, my voice muffled by the pillow. With my name on his lips, he buried himself as deep as he could go and filled me, collapsing over my body. He held himself up so he didn’t crush me as he came down, and I was thankful he didn’t move yet. 

I’d miss the fullness of him inside me once he was gone.

He kissed the crook of my neck, then moved his lips to my shoulder blade, and placed a final kiss on my spine before pulling out. My hips lowered to the bed as I stayed flat on my belly, and he wrapped an arm around me, laying his head on my back.

“In every sense of the word, you are breathtaking, Sage McKinley.” His jaw moved on my back as he spoke, his finger tracing a circle right above the curve of my ass.

“You are, too, Callan Bronson.”

He let out a small scoff and I moved, twisting so that I was on my back and his head was now on my stomach. I reached down, cupping his cheeks with my hands so he’d look up at me.

“Not just the physical features. Though, you are great to look at. But your mind, your heart, your empathy for everyone around you. You’re so much more than what meets the eye, and I hope you always stay true to that.”

He swallowed, then scooted up to press a slow kiss to my lips.

But it wasn’t just his lips on mine in that moment. It was the two of us telling one another that words couldn’t sum up the feelings we were growing for each other. How it didn’t matter if we were laying in this bed or out in the world—we’d be there to bring the other up when they were down. 

We’d be what the other needed us to be while being completely ourselves, because me and Callan? We were two souls trying to find another for the longest time, and the universe finally gave us that chance. 

It was finally giving us our happily ever after.

30

Sage

“Thank you for finishing these last night and feeding Pudding her dinner,” I said as I stretched the plastic wrap over the top of the glass dish.