Callum (Cowboy Tough Book 1)

by Vanessa Devereaux

  “Have fun you two, you too Dusty,” said his dad as they walked by.

  Once outside, Callum turned to Olivia.

  “I’ll help you up and then I’ll ride right behind you.”

  “Are you sure this is safe. I mean the weight of both of us on his back?”

  “You know how strong horses are? Come on let’s get you in the saddle and soon you’ll be wanting to ride every day. Put your foot in the stirrup right here and then lift yourself up and swing your other leg over the top.”

  Olivia put one foot and Callum held her until she was up on Dusty’s back. In one easy swoop, he was right snug behind her. He got hold of the reins and gently tugged. She held on so he pulled her in tight as Dusty did a slow trot.

  “I can show you some of the ranch while we’re riding,” Callum said.

  Her head and hair were close to his nose and he took in the smell of her shampoo. Fresh like washing hanging on the line. He liked it.

  “Over there you can see is where we keep the cattle. If you look into the distance, that’s the Nolan property and it’s what one of the reason’s we’ve been feuding for so long. It’s really our land but my great, great grandpa supposedly lost it in a card game.”

  Olivia moved her head slightly, sending the scent of her hair into the air and making Callum want her even more. He hugged her tighter like he was scared she was going to disappear.

  “So how did you enjoy shopping with my sister?” he asked her.

  “She’s fun to be with and she insisted on buying me a dress for the wedding. I promised I’d pay her back because she wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

  “Yeah, when my sister makes up her mind to do something, she does it and then thinks about the consequences later. And I’m guessing the dress is beautiful.”

  “I have to say it really is. It makes me feel proud of my curves.”

  Curves, just hearing that word made him hard. Holding those lovely full hips as he thrust inside her.

  Callum realized his body had reacted immediately and his cock was now hard and pressing into the small of Olivia’s back.

  “I love curves on a woman and as you’ve probably guessed I’m in urgent need of seeing them and touching them. Would you let me take you home to my place and make love to you?” he asked.

  Chapter Ten

  Olivia shook as Callum led her to his bedroom. She’d vowed never to do this again, get involved with a man physically or emotionally. But something about this handsome cowboy made all her good sense go out the window. She was beginning to trust another human being again.

  “Are you cold?” Callum asked her.

  She bit her lip which started to tremble.

  “I’m scared,” Olivia just about managed to get out.

  “Baby, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to bring you pleasure.”

  “I know but my ex hurt me and…”

  She cried when she’d vowed she wouldn’t ruin this moment for her or Callum. This was special. The first time a man and woman got together physically. Okay it might not be for everyone but she knew deep in her heart that her and Callum were on the same page about this. It wouldn’t just be a quick fuck and then he’d drive her back to his parent’s home. This was going to be magic.

  “Hey, hey, just get it all out. Let’s lie on the bed and cuddle and take it from there.”

  He was so understanding, and with his looks and physique, she guessed he could have any woman he wanted but yet he was sticking with her. In the back of her mind, and what scared her the most, was she knew that even the most patient of men had their limits.

  Callum held her hand as they both got on top of the bed. She laid her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her.

  “We can take this nice and slow,” he whispered.

  She liked the sound of that.

  “We’ll follow your pace and anything you don’t like… anytime you want me to stop, you just tell me and we’ll do something else,” Callum continued.

  She snuggled down with him some more while putting her hand on his chest. His muscles pushed against the palm of her hand. He traced the back of it with his pinkie before letting his hand slid down onto her belly. He outlined the edge of her t-shirt, allowing his fingers to gently graze her skin. She shuddered and hoped he didn’t think she was cold or nervous. She was actually both, but this reaction had come from pure excitement. It was almost as if Callum’s fingers were electric.

  He pushed two of them underneath the t-shirt and touched her skin with their pads. It trickled and she wanted more. Suddenly she wanted much more. He put his hand on her belly and gradually made his way up to her right breast.

  Olivia closed her eyes. It had been so long since she’d felt like this about a man’s touch. She had no fear that he was going to hurt her like Mark had when they’d made love, and she relaxed more into his body.

  “Is that okay with you?” he asked.

  “It’s fine.”

  He gave a little squeeze, making her nipple suddenly sensitive and tight.

  “Would it be okay if we took off your t-shirt and bra?”

  He’d be seeing her topless. He’d see the scar on her shoulder where the bullet had hit her. The lingering scar where Mark had hit her and she’d landed on the edge of the table, breaking its glass plate and eventually landing on it. She knew she should have gone for sutures but she couldn’t always put her injuries down to sheer clumsiness.

  “Okay, but I’m not a pretty picture,” Olivia said.

  “That’s for me to decide.”

  She sat up and Callum helped her lift the peach t-shirt over her head. She winced slightly because her shoulder was still tender.

  “Sorry,” he said.

  “That’s okay.”

  Callum looked at her and then down to her chest. Was he having second thoughts about being with a curvy girl, one who found it hard to get bras to cover everything nature had given her?

  He touched the top of her breasts where they spilled over the lace at the top of her bra. Without saying anything, he then reached behind her back and with one easy flick he’d opened up the clasp and Olivia felt the bra loosen around her body.

  Callum, with great finesse, peeled it away from her chest and set it on the side of the bed.

  The moment of truth.

  He reached out and touched the nipple of her right breast, letting his finger just barely brush against it. Her nipples puckered and pulled and she felt herself wanting more from him.

  She touched his hand and held it while Callum’s fingers engulfed her breast. The callused part of his palm rubbed against the nipple some more, exciting it and making it turn hard.

  Callum leaned in and kissed her, running his tongue along her lower lip while caressing her other breast. She fell backward toward the mattress of the bed, feeling her pussy pull and her panties grow damp.

  She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this way, both physically and mentally. Callum pulled away and they looked one another in the eye. Olivia reached up and stroked the stubble on his cheek with the back of her hand.

  “You want me to continue?” he asked.

  “I sure do,” Olivia said, wondering what he would do next.

  She had her answer when he popped open the button on her jeans and then slowly lowered the zipper, one tooth at a time. He put his hand inside and ran his finger over the lace at the top of her panties, pulling gently on the bow at the front.

  “This is cute,” he said. “But I’m guessing not half as cute as what’s underneath it.”

  He pushed his hand inside the panties, cupping her mound and making her cream.

  On instinct, she parted her legs and eased herself down on the mattress some more.

  “Let’s get you out of all these so I can lavish some loving on you,” Callum said.

  Olivia lifted her hips as Callum gently tugged the jeans down her thighs and then her calves and ankles. He let them fall on the floor.

  He leaned ove
r and kissed her belly. She ran her fingers through his thick hair. It was as wonderful of a feeling as she’d imagined. Callum put his hands on either side of the panties as Olivia lifted her hips. Slowly he peeled the underwear away from her body.

  “You are beautiful,” said Callum.

  No one had ever told her that.

  “Fuck, Olivia I want you so bad,” he said, before he began planting kisses on her calves, her thighs, and then he ran his fingers over her mound.

  “Open for me,” he whispered.

  She parted her legs, suddenly feeling conscious that maybe when they finally had sex that she wouldn’t please Callum. Olivia was so deep in thought and didn’t realize Callum’s finger had snaked their way downward onto her clit.

  She closed her eyes. Mark had never bothered to touch her there. She’d begged him to but he said a woman got want a man wanted to give her and if she didn’t like it, well too bad. Callum circled it with his pinkie and then placed his thumb upon it. Soon he was massaging it. She groaned a little and then moaned a lot more because it already felt like heaven.

  “I’m not hurting you am I?”

  “Just the opposite.”

  He played with it some more, bringing a tingling sensation to her clit that she hadn’t felt since she was nineteen and had sex with the guy she’d met before Mark. It had been some years since then but Olivia remembered what came after this feeling. An orgasm and she was on a collision course with hers. She gripped the quilt and as it took her, her thighs shook and her pussy released juices that ran down her legs.

  Callum must have seen it too because he wiped it with his fingers before letting them travel through each of her folds. He touched her opening and she seized up. She’d been afraid she would. It was pure instinct and how could she tell Callum that it wasn’t anything to do with him?

  “What’s wrong?” Callum asked her.

  A tear ran down her cheek. “Sometimes, Mark…my husband would hurt my pussy.”

  “Oh baby, I’d never, ever do that,” he leaned over and kissed her again and before she knew it his finger was inside her.

  “Umm,” said Olivia.

  “Yeah, umm,” said Callum as he began to finger fuck her.

  “I think you’re just about ready for me. Is that okay?”

  “I want to touch you. I want to bring you pleasure,” said Olivia.

  “And you will, you will.”

  He took off his t-shirt and then unzipped his jeans. Olivia reached up and ran her hands down the center of his belly, loving the way his hair went all the way down underneath his underpants.

  She pushed her hand onto his erection. Jeez, she hadn’t expected him to be quite this big. She squeezed his cock through the flimsy material of his tight underpants and heard him groan. Next thing she knew he’d removed them and his cock sprang up.

  He eased his body on top of hers and they rubbed their noses together before he kissed her. His dick brushed against her mound making her want him inside her more by the second. Callum pulled away and reached over to the bedside table. He opened a drawer and pulled out a foil package. He kept them right beside his bed which made her wonder how many women he’d slept with and if she’d please him as much as the others.

  Callum sheathed himself and then got in between her legs brushing the tip of his cock against her pussy opening before slowly sliding inside her. She grasped and not because it was painful, well it was just a tad, but because his size stretched her. And as he began his slow steady thrust, she closed her eyes, not quite believing any of this was happening to her. She opened them, looked up at him and then touched his arms, outlining his biceps to make sure he was indeed real.

  The muscles in his arms pushed against her fingers and as he took most of his weight so he didn’t hurt her, they stood out even more. She traced each one as he thrust a little faster and harder, causing a groan to escape from her mouth.

  “Sorry,” he whispered.

  “Don’t be because it was a good thing.”

  He smiled and thrust harder, allowing Olivia to arch up against his body. His sweat, her perspiration blending into one, and the smell of their sexual excitement melting together and filling the air.

  His cock now grazed the back wall of her pussy with each thrust. The G-spot. She’d read about it in magazines, thinking it was a myth but she believed that Callum had found it.

  She flexed her toes, feeling the stirring in her pussy, in her thighs and even down in her calves. Olivia raised her butt a little and met with each of his thrusts. She felt like she was going to run out of air as the room spun around, and gradually she fell into an erotic bliss and shuddered as her climax took hold of her.

  Callum’s breathing became more labored and he began muttering under his breath and then that quickly turned into a groan. Judging by the warmth she felt inside her, she knew he’d found release too.

  He stayed inside her, but still taking his weight. Finally he pulled out and rolled beside her. As if by instinct or knowing what the other one was thinking, they reached out and held hands.

  “You want to stay with me the night?” asked Callum.

  She rolled over and looked at him. She never thought she’d say this but the answer was a definite yes.

  Chapter Eleven

  Callum knew he had to be dreaming. After hearing Olivia tell him she didn’t want to get involved, here they were entangled in the sheets and one another’s legs. She was still asleep and he didn’t want to wake her but he needed to turn on his side. Not only was his arm numb where he’d had it wrapped around her all night, but he wanted to take the opportunity to look at her without her knowing it. To take in her beauty. Yeah, she was the prettiest woman he’d ever laid eyes upon. He rested the side of his head on his palm and could feel the gentle movement of air passing over his skin as she breathed in and out. The top of the sheet barely covered her breasts, and her nipples strained against the fabric.

  He grew hard again. He reached out and pushed away a stray strand of hair that was close to her eyes. She had beautiful ones. Didn’t they say they were mirrors to the soul? If that was true then Olivia’s soul had to be just as beautiful as the rest of her.

  He almost ran his fingers along her arm but guessed that would be selfish of him. He’d no doubt wake her and right now she looked rested and peaceful. Yes, it was frustrating when he had such a hard on but there’d be plenty more opportunities for them to make love again.

  Well at least he hoped that was true. Callum took a deep breath, feeling content at having Olivia in his bed, of taking Olivia for the first time last night.

  Someone tapping on his front door made him turn his head toward the clock.

  Shit, it was already eight a.m. He hadn’t realized they’d slept so late. That wasn’t like him at all but he’d felt a contentment with her by his side and he knew it was a cliché, but he’d slept like a baby.

  The tapping continued and he didn’t want it to wake Olivia so he sneaked out of bed, pulled on his jeans, barely getting the zipper over his erect cock, and walked to the door. When he opened it, there stood his mom. He crossed one foot and leg over the other, hoping that would hide the obvious bulge in his pants.

  “Have you seen Olivia? Your father said the last time he saw her she went riding with you. We called her for breakfast and then when I didn’t get any response I went into her room and the bed’s not been slept in.”

  Callum put his hand on his mother’s arm. “It’s okay, she spent the night here with me.”

  “Oh thank god for that. We thought maybe her ex-husband had found her. Sloan told us to keep an eye on her like she does all the women at the shelter,” his mom said.

  Olivia’s ex-husband. He’d almost forgotten that there was such a person. A monster who’d hurt her. Yeah, if he ever stepped foot in this valley, he wouldn’t leave in one piece.

  “I’ll just go and tell your dad because he was about to call the police.”

  “Tell him she’s safe with me.”

>   “So Callum is this what I think it is?” his mom asked.

  “What do you think it is, Ma,” Callum said, winking at her.

  She winked back. “I know you find this hard to believe but I was once your age and I know what that wink means.”

  Callum leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

  “Oh you sweet boy. Don’t get hurt in any way.”

  She kissed his cheek, turned and walked back toward the main house.

  Hurt, how could Olivia hurt him? He shook his head and went back to the bedroom where Olivia was just waking up. She stretched her arms in the air, allowing the sheet to fall on the top of her thighs. Quite the sight to wake up to.

  “Good morning,” he said.

  “Morning. Did I hear you talking to someone?”

  “Sure did. It was my mom. She and dad were worried when they realized you hadn’t slept in your bed.”

  Olivia put both hands up to her mouth. “I’m so sorry. I should have let them know I was staying here with you.”

  Callum walked to the bed and sat beside Olivia. “We had other things on our mind.”

  “I know but they probably think I’m unreliable and did you mom figure out that we slept together?”

  “She was young once herself.”

  “What?” asked Olivia, knitting her eyebrows together.

  “It’s what she just told me.”

  Olivia laughed. He enjoyed it so much when she did that.

  “She was happy for me. Probably happy for you too,” Callum said, running his finger over Olivia’s lips. “How about a wake up kiss?”

  “Sure, if you don’t mind morning breath.”

  “I bet I have that too so it will cancel out yours,” Callum said.

  She laughed again before he leaned in and planted his lips on hers. They fell sideways onto the bed. Olivia unzipped his jeans and pushed her hand inside.

  “You’re not wearing underwear,” she said.

  “You disappointed?”

  “Nope, because I can get right to the prize.”