Woolf lets out a whooshing breath of relief and his facial features relax. I had not realized how tense he was, and that he obviously needed to hear those words. He drops his forehead to mine and whispers to me. “I love you, Callie. I never thought I would love anyone, and fuck… I fell hard and fast for you. It scares the shit out of me, but it also feels so very fucking right. I would give up every single possession in my world if it meant I could have you.”
I can’t help the lovesick sigh that comes out, but Woolf silences it with a kiss.
A soft kiss, and then deeper.
And deeper.
And I fall all the way into him it’s so deep.
When he lifts his lips from mine, he says, “I’m aching so bad to be inside you right now, but I think we need to go clear some things up with your father.”
“It’s getting kind of late,” I point out.
“This is kind of important,” he says simply.
And yeah… this is kind of important.
Chapter 23
Woolf
Thank fuck Callie’s father was in residence this weekend, otherwise, I would have put her in my Range Rover and we would have driven through the night to the Governor’s Mansion in Cheyenne. I want to hurry up and get this done… get Reggie back on board with me now that I’ve given up The Wicked Horse. I need him to see that I’m good for his daughter, and then once that’s done, I’m taking her back to my house and I’m going to spend all weekend making up for a whole lot of fucking we’ve been missing out on.
Goddamn, my heart almost hurts it’s so full right now as I watch Callie unlock her front door and look over her shoulder at me with a wink. I can’t help myself… I grab her face and pull her in for a swift kiss.
“I love you,” I murmur against her mouth. “So don’t let your dad shoot me, okay?”
She giggles and kisses me. “I love you, too. And I’ve got your back.”
Callie takes my hand and leads me toward her father’s den. She assured me he’d probably be up watching basketball and as we get closer, I can see the blue flicker of light through the doorway.
She squeezes my hand in unification as we walk through the door.
Reggie’s lying on the big leather couch against one wall and sees Callie first. A bright smile lights his face up, and then he sees me. His eyes cut down to us holding hands, and he flies up off the couch and bolts toward his shotgun case mounted on the opposite wall. Callie reacts faster than I do, releasing my hand and darting to intercept her father. She makes it there way before he does and stands in front of the case, her hands on her hips in a defiant stance.
“You are not shooting him,” Callie says.
“I am,” he growls at her.
“You’ll go to jail. Leave this poor state to your gubernatorial opponent,” she says with a taunt.
“Okay,” he says with a glare of malice shot my way before he turns to stalk to his desk. “I won’t shoot him, but he has ten seconds to get out of this house or I’m calling the police.”
“Then I’m going with him,” Callie says, and I didn’t think my heart could melt any further for this woman. “And I won’t come back.”
Reggie’s hand freezes above the phone, and he looks at Callie with his mouth hanging open. “What?”
“I love him,” she says simply, and I feel the need to interject.
“I love her too,” I say before shooting Callie a wink. She smiles at me with mega wattage and turns back to her dad.
“Daddy… just sit down and listen, okay?”
Reggie’s eyes cut back and forth between his daughter and me, before he scrubs his hands over his face and sinks down into the chair behind his desk. He looks at Callie in defeat and raises his eyebrows in expectation at her.
“He sold The Wicked Horse,” Callie says without preamble. “It was his dream, and he gave it up so he could be with me. He gave it up so my reputation and yours could stay pristine.”
Reggie cuts his eyes to me, but he quickly looks back at Callie. “But he took you to that club—”
Callie holds her hand up. “I’m a grown woman and it’s none of your business what I do in my private life, but just so you get the idea out of your head that Woolf somehow tarnished me, I asked to go to that club and he refused at first. I kept after him so if you want someone to blame, you lay that on my doorstep.”
“Oh, Christ,” Reggie grumbles and rubs at his face again. “I’m getting too old for this shit.”
“Reggie,” I say as I walk across the room to Callie. I take her hand and pull her into my side. “Put the club aside for a moment. You know me… have known me my entire life. I would never do anything to hurt Callie or put you at risk. I love her and I gave up a lot to have her, so I’m not letting her go. You need to find a way to deal with me being in her life.”
He doesn’t acknowledge me for a moment, staring down at his hands, which are clasped tightly in his lap. Finally, he lets out a sigh and pushes up out of the chair. His gaze comes to Callie and his face is unreadable, but then he opens his arms and she pulls away from me to step into them. Father and daughter hug in silence, and she accepts his reluctant approval so he doesn’t lose her.
When Reggie lets her go, he turns to me and sticks out his hand. “You’re right… I do know you, Woolf, and it takes a big man to have given up something important for love. You better take care of my girl.”
I shake his hand. “I will. I promise.”
We break apart and he turns back toward his couch, but then he pauses and turns to look at Callie and me. “And do me a favor… no more talk of sex. Your old man can’t handle it.”
Callie laughs and takes my hand. “Promise. Now… I’m going to Woolf’s house to um… well, we’re going to…”
“Watch a movie,” I say lamely.
“Yeah, watch a movie,” Callie says as she pulls me out the door, and then yells over her shoulder, “Night, Daddy.”
“F-u-u-u-u-c-k,” I groan as I drive deep and then roll my hips against Callie. “That feels good.”
She whimpers and gasps, but that’s about all she’s been able to do since I contorted her into this position. Not even sure how I got her there, but she’s half on her back, half on her side, with one leg laying straight along the mattress. I’m straddling that leg, and have her other leg pulled up and angled across my chest, so I can drive into her almost like two pairs of scissors mating.
And Christ… I want to mate with this woman.
Over and over and over again. I want to fill her up with my cock and my semen and never let her out of this bed. Hell, maybe I’ll keep her barefoot and pregnant. The thought of Callie pregnant is a fucking turn on for some reason, and I’m amazed at how fast my brain seems to be leaping forward in what is a very new relationship. Hell, we just exchanged words of love for the first time not five hours ago, and I’m already trying to knock her up.
I’m such a caveman, just like she said.
“Woolf,” Callie moans as I hit into her deep again.
“Yeah, baby,” I murmur as I rock my hips against her.
“Will this be enough for you?”
I stop… right in mid-thrust, and look down at her in surprise. Her cheeks are flushed, her neck is red because I already made her come twice during this go round, but I see a whole lot of uncertainty in her eyes.
I drop her leg down, let her roll fully to her back, and push my cock in deep so I can come to rest in between her legs. Putting my elbows on the mattress, I bring my face close in to hers. “Why would you ask that?”