“What do you need?”
“I need—”
I pull out a few inches, feeling her get wetter and wetter.
“I need—” she gasps again as I push back in even further, almost to the hilt.
“Tell me, Callie,” I urge her with my lips against her neck as I pull back out again.
“I need—”
I slam all the way in, breaking past the last of her tightness and she gives a strangled sob, her head falling forward to rest on my shoulder. For a brief moment, I think I’ve hurt her, but then she chuckles as she lifts her head back up.
“That’s what I needed,” she says with a sly smile.
I can’t fucking help it. I’m not one to be playful and flirty during my fucking, but she draws a smile out of me anyway as I rotate my hips and push her hard into the wall so I can grind against her. She gasps, eyes roll back, and I’m satisfied.
Then…
I fuck her.
Hard.
I piston in and out of her with long thrusts, aiming to hit her deep. I know I hit the mark because she cries out at the end of every stroke. She’s amazing. All around me wet and tight and hot. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and our skin makes beautiful music as it slaps against each other.
I go faster, desperate to get her off, get me off. Feels so goddamn good that I don’t ever want it to end, and at the same time, I’m dying to orgasm inside of her.
Mark her.
“Woolf,” Callie gasps, and her nails really bite down into my skin. “I’m going to come.”
I bend my knees slightly, giving a better upward angle, and rock into her deeper than I’ve ever been in a woman before… metaphorically. I hold still for just a brief moment, relishing this closeness I have with Callie on such an intimate level. Just a second or two, and it feels almost sacred.
Callie doesn’t let me feel it too long though as she swivels her hips again, silently urging me back into the game. I reward her with a steady, deep pace, and we both start racing toward release again.
I’m vaguely aware of the door to The Silo opening and the fall of heavy footsteps on the slate paver. Callie’s out of it, her moans cutting through the cool Wyoming air, oblivious to our audience.
I personally don’t care because I’ve fucked in all kinds of public places before, and besides… anyone coming out of The Silo has either watched me fuck or has been fucked by me, so I keep right on hammering inside of sweet Callie Hayes. I do, however, want to protect her identity to some extent, as I know she probably would freak out if she realized we were putting on a show right now. So I kiss her, because I haven’t done that since my cock slammed its way inside, and she melts further around me. Our tongues move slowly against each other, even as my hips continue to drive brutally against her. My breathing is out of control, my skin is prickling, and my balls start to tighten.
Without warning, Callie’s hands go to my hair and her entire body stiffens. She jerks hard, causing my scalp to tingle, and bites down on my lower lip. It’s when her body starts shaking that I realize she’s coming.
Violently.
Her pussy grips my cock hard, squeezing it from every single angle, and when she rasps out, “Oh, God… Woolf… so good,” I fucking lose it.
I have the quickest firing of an orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. Normally, there’s always a slow buildup and I work my way methodically toward it, but this release catches me so unaware that my legs begin shaking as I start to unload inside of Callie. I come so hard my balls actually ache from the force, and I can do nothing but hold myself inside of her with my head on her shoulder and let it overtake me.
My body quakes as my orgasm thunders through my body, and if I were to die in this moment, that would be just fine with me, because how can life ever be good again after feeling this?
I seem to come forever but finally my cock stops twitching and Callie’s body relaxes against me.
“That was fucking hot,” I hear from behind me, and I recognize Cain’s voice. He’s my head of security at The Wicked Horse as well as a very active member of The Silo. Callie jerks in my arms and starts to raise her head, but I cup a hand behind her neck and press her face into my shoulder to save her the shame of seeing Cain there.
“What do you need?” I ask as I suck in a deep breath, keeping Callie pinned to the building.
“Catherine’s organizing a quick gang bang inside. She wants you to come play,” he says casually as I turn to see him leaning up against the door.
His request isn’t unusual. Even though he just saw me just fucking Callie, he knows I would ordinarily be up for another round before too long. And Catherine doesn’t come to visit often. She’s from Las Vegas. A young socialite who married a man fifty-two years her senior. He can’t get it up anymore but he wants his wife to be pleased, so he gladly pays her membership here. He sometimes comes to watch, sitting in a wheelchair and sucking down oxygen. Catherine is one of the few “single” members here that can really take a hard gang bang. She loves it getting rough, and she’s never put a limit on the number of men. It’s always a fucking treat to participate in that. So yeah… Cain wouldn’t think twice about coming out here to see if I’m interested.
Except I’m not.
Not even the slightest… and that doesn’t have a damn thing to do with the annihilating orgasm I just had, but everything to do with the woman in my arms right now who has just gone tense all over from Cain’s invitation.
“Offer my regrets. I’m leaving for the night,” I tell Cain, and he knows he’s dismissed. He walks back inside without another word.
“Who was that?” Callie asks as she pulls her face back. Her words aren’t given in anger or condemnation. Just mere curiosity.
“That’s Cain Bonham. He’s my head of security here.”
“You can go back in if you want,” she says confidently. Almost too confidently, but I can see a different story in her eyes. It would actually destroy her if I did that, and I don’t like how that makes me feel. Callie has no hold over me. What we just did… that was just fucking. I plan to be right back here tomorrow night, and I won’t give her a second thought.
Fucking liar, my subconscious pipes up.
“Nah,” I say casually. “I’ll walk you to your car and then I’m going to call it a night. I have to be up early tomorrow.”
Callie wiggles a little, pushing against my shoulder, and I give into her silent demand to be let down. My half-hard cock slips out of her, and I lower her to the ground where she bends over to pull her panties back up.
“Oh, jeez,” Callie says as she gazes down at herself.
“What?” I ask as I tuck myself in and button up.
“Do you have something to help me clean up?” she says as she looks back up at me with a sheepish grin. “There’s like a gallon of um… well, you know… leaking out of me.”
Giving a bark of a laugh, I crouch down in front of her. I lift her foot up, freeing her panties that are hanging there, and use them to clean up the thick stream of my semen running down the insides of her thighs. As I stand up, I tell her, “Sorry. I haven’t had sex in a while. Must have been quite the buildup.”
I chuckle over the thought, which explains why my nuts actually hurt as I was coming. But the tone of Callie’s voice has me sobering fast.
“Woolf,” Callie says hesitantly as she pushes her dress down over her hips and smoothes it out. “We didn’t use protection.”
Fuck. How in the fuck did I—?
“Are you on the Pill?” I ask her quickly as I stuff her soaked panties in my back pocket.
“Yes, but—” she says.
“Then you don’t have anything to worry about,” I tell her with relief. “I swear I’m clean. I never, and I mean never, Callie, have gone without a condom. That was the first time ever.”
She winces and chews on her lip for a second before saying, “I appreciate that, but um… I don’t know if I’m clean. Will was the only man I was ever with, but he was cheati
ng on me.”
“Christ,” I mutter as I swipe my hand through my hair. I just gave into overwhelming lust, stuck my dick in unknown territory, and who knows what that fucker could have passed on to his unsuspecting fiancée. It never crossed my mind to distrust Callie, and there’s no harm in that. This is Callie. Sweet Callie I’ve known all my life. But it also never crossed my mind to distrust the person she was with, and that’s totally out of character for me. I don’t give trust easily, and I’m usually very protective of myself. It’s just further proof that Callie drives me out of my mind, and that is not a good thing.
I reach down and take her hand, give it a short squeeze. “I’m sure it’s fine. And I’m sure he wore protection, but I want you to go to the doctor tomorrow and get tested.”
She nods at me as tears prick her eyes. “I’m sorry. I should have done that already, but I never thought this would happen, and I should have stopped you but I swear, Woolf… I wasn’t thinking straight.”
I pull her roughly to me and kiss her quiet. When I draw back, I murmur, “Stop. I’m sure it’s fine and give yourself a break. I’ve heard that I’m impossible to resist.”
She gives me a shy smile and blinks the tears quickly away from those beautiful eyes.
Jesus… what in the fuck am I getting myself into here? Tonight I’ve broken so many rules, I don’t even know who I am anymore.
I know one thing for sure though.
Even though my common sense is telling me to cut this shit off right now and break ties, I could no more stop with Callie Hayes than I could give up oxygen.
Chapter 10
Callie
I glance at the clock and when I realize it’s half past noon, my stomach gives a loud grumble, reminding me that it hasn’t been fed yet today. I make a command decision to go ahead and take the rest of the day off. This decision comes easy because I don’t have a damn thing to do, and I don’t like twiddling my thumbs. Woolf hasn’t seen fit to direct any work my way, and there’s no sense in me staying here any longer. There’s no telling when, or if, he’ll show up to the office.
I log off my computer and reach into my bottom desk drawer for my purse. Just as I start to stand from my chair, the office door opens. A jolt of adrenaline spikes through me as I think that it might be Woolf, but it immediately recedes, leaving my skin tingly when I see Bridger walking in. He’s dressed in the standard western wear, but he’s not wearing a hat. It gives me the opportunity to take in his dark brown hair that he wears a little long like Woolf and golden brown eyes that appear outgoing and friendly. He’s a very good-looking man, if you just take in a quick glance. Pretty face, hard, muscled body, and confident swagger. But when you look closer, he just radiates this weird vibe that’s equally compelling and dangerous. Just when I think I could be comfortable in his presence, I realize I’m not sure I ever will be.
He’s got a toothpick sticking out of his mouth that he lazily rolls with his tongue. He gives me a short smile, and I tell him, “Woolf’s not here.”
“Know where he is?”
“Nope,” I say succinctly as I stand straight from my chair. No fucking clue where he is. Haven’t seen him since night before last when he fucked me up against The Silo while apparently one of his employees watched, and then walked me to my car where he mumbled good-bye to me. When I got into work the next morning, feeling pleasurably sore from his huge dick, I was greeted with a handwritten note that said “Meetings in Cheyenne. Be back Friday.”
And that was it.
Haven’t heard a damn thing since.
No email directing me to do something here at the office.
No text to see how I’m doing.
No call to say, “Hey, Callie. I fucking loved what we did other night. Want to do it again?”
Just… nothing.
And I. Am. Pissed.
I am totally being blown off, and I’m actually really, really pissed.
He knows.
That fucker knows that I’ve crushed on him almost my entire life. I offered him my virginity. I let him finger me twice and then leave me. I let him fuck me in public while someone watched. He has got to know that I’ve got some feelings brewing up inside of me that might just need discussed.
He knows alright, and that’s why he’s cut out of here. So he doesn’t have to deal with little Callie Hayes’ tender sensibilities.
Asshole!
“You look like you want to castrate someone right now,” Bridger comments casually as he takes the toothpick from his mouth.
I school my features, try to hide my feelings, and shrug my shoulders. The last person I would talk to about my feelings regarding Woolf is his best friend. I’m not in the mood to listen to him defend his buddy.
“Well, it was nice seeing you,” I tell him as I step around my desk and head toward the front door. “If you want to hang around, be my guest. No telling if he’ll show up.”
“Actually, he’ll be here in about an hour. Texted me a bit ago,” Bridger says with a smirk.
I glare at him. “Then what was with the dumb act when you walked in?”
He shrugs, but his eyes are filled with mischief. “Just wanted to see if you knew where he was.”
I narrow my eyes at him and reach out toward the door. “You knew when you walked in here I didn’t know where he was, and I don’t appreciate you trying to rub my nose in it.”
“Whoa, wait a minute,” he says with raised eyebrows and holding his hands up defensively, the toothpick still gripped between a thumb and forefinger. “I was just trying to get a read on things so I could offer up my expert advice to you.”
My hand drops from the doorknob. He’s put the bait out there, and I’m thinking about taking it. “What are you? A relationship expert or something.”
Bridger snorts and looks at me like I’m the dumbest person on the face of the earth. “Fuck no. I don’t do relationships.”
And he actually shudders in what I think might be revulsion when he says the word “relationships”.
“Then why would I want your advice?” I ask caustically.
“Because I am a Woolf Jennings expert,” he says with a wink. “I know him better than anyone on this planet, and it’s your lucky day that I feel like sharing.”
Turning to face Bridger, I cross my arms over my chest. I look at him skeptically, but he has me hooked.
He knows it too, so there’s no sense in dancing around. I take the bait. “Okay, oh wise one. Lay it on me.”
Bridger walks over to the secretarial chair I just vacated, considers sitting in it but then reconsiders because there’s no way his frame would fit into that thing, so instead, he chooses to lean back against the wall.
“Let me make sure I have the entire story.” He pauses and gives me a confident wink before he says, “You crushed on Woolf your entire life. You wanted him to take your virginity. He refused but did give you your first orgasm. He also broke your heart, but you still retained a part of it for him. Now you’re back and Woolf doesn’t know what to do with you. You’re not the same girl he knew. You’re different. You want more in your life, and the type of “more” you want is exactly the type of “more” that Woolf can give you. The only problem is that now that he’s fucked you… felt that sweet pussy… he’s hooked dangerously on a woman he wants but doesn’t really think he deserves. You, on the flip side, felt that amazing cock inside of you and realized it was the best feeling in the world, but you’re also a woman with feelings and emotions. You want more from Woolf. You want his cock and his heart. And today… well, you’re just pissed he hasn’t called you and reassured you that when he fucked you the other night at The Silo with Cain watching, that was something a bit more intimate than just casual sex.”
He finally shuts up.
My head is spinning.
I blink hard at him.
“How in the fuck do you know all that?” I ask in amazement, not even mortified he knows intimate details like that and is throwing around ‘cock’ and �
��pussy’ like it’s nothing. “I mean… okay, clearly, Woolf tells you everything, which is a testament to your friendship. But how do you know me? I mean… how could you possibly know that was my first orgasm? It’s like you read my mind.”
Bridger gives a soft snort of amusement but his eyes are serious. “It’s just something I do. Read people, that is. As to that being your first orgasm, Woolf suspected it and now you just confirmed it for me. Now, do you want my advice?”
“Let me guess,” I say lightly. “You’re going to tell me to leave your buddy alone. He doesn’t need the crazy that comes with trying to form a relationship. Or wait… actually, you’ll tell me that Woolf doesn’t do relationships. He’s too closed off. It’s not his thing. He likes fucking around. He thinks monogamy is for fools.”
Bridger pushes off from the wall, straightening up his massive frame. In two long strides, he’s in front of me… staring down with an impassive face. I feel like I’ve angered him, and there’s a definite menacing vibe around him, yet his face is a blank slate.
I resist the urge to back away. My voice is raspy though when I say, “Isn’t that what you’re going to tell me? To stay away from Woolf?”
He stares at me for what seems like forever, but then he says, “No. That’s not what I was going to say.”
Bridger then puts the toothpick back in his mouth, turns toward the door and opens it up, steps out onto the wooden porch, and then shuts the door softly behind him. I’m frozen in place for just a moment, and then I’m scrambling out the door right behind him. I hastily lock up and then run down the steps, catching him before he opens the door to his Corvette.
“Wait,” I practically shriek at him. He turns to face me with a knowing smile on his face, and I have the grace to blush over my assumptions. “I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions. Will you give me your advice?”
He considers my request, making me wait for it. He’s doing that to torture me, but he finally shuts the car door, takes the toothpick back out of his mouth and throws it to the ground, and then places his other hand on the hood of the car to rest. “My advice is simple. Stick with Woolf. He needs what you have more than you can ever imagine.”
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