Page 12 of Loving Callie
When he returned to the bedroom, Jake climbed back into the bed, pulled Callie into his side and covered them both with the duvet. As they lay there quietly, with their hands entwined on Jake’s muscled chest, Callie wondered what she should say. How should she start a conversation with a man who had just given her the two most earth-shattering orgasms of her life? What were the right words to say when her heart was already screaming at her that this was more than just attraction and lust? Thankfully, Callie’s stomach took care of it for her as it let out an embarrassingly loud rumble.
Jake just laughed, taking all the tension out of the situation when he said, “Well, okay then. I guess it’s time for those cinnamon rolls.”
Breakfast was quickly made, with eggs and fruit joining the cinnamon buns. The entire time they were eating, Callie and Jake couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Flirtatious touches, stolen kisses, and seductive gazes made for the most intimate and enjoyable morning Callie had spent in a long time.
Callie stood up from the table and began to clear the dishes. She wasn’t ready for their time together to end, and hoped he wasn’t either as she asked, “So, what else does a hot bartender do with a morning off, aside from feeding a cinnamon bun addict and giving great orgasms?”
A wicked grin made the edges of Jake’s eyes crinkle with pleasure as he walked over to where she stood by the sink and pulled her back against his bare chest. He pressed kisses down her neck and onto her shoulders then said, “Hopefully that hot bartender gets to spend more time with his breakfast and orgasm date. How about a hike up to Multnomah falls? There might not be many more days that the trail is accessible if the weather turns.”
With a soft hum of contentment at the feel of Jake’s lips on her body and his warm chest against her back, Callie nodded in agreement.
Reluctantly she pulled away and turned to face him, her hands on his arms in a feeble attempt to keep him at an appropriate distance.
“That sounds perfect. But you have to stop tempting me so that I can shower and get dressed.”
Jake’s smile turned teasing as he replied, “I’m hoping I’ll never stop tempting you. And the only way you get to shower is if I’m in there with you. After all, how else will you reach your back?”
Laughter filled the room as Callie took Jake’s hands and danced down the hallway to her bathroom. Once there, she turned the shower on, and as steam billowed into the small room, she quickly pulled off her shirt and smiled saucily at Jake, as she stepped into the shower. She was grateful her apartment came with an absurdly large shower stall, because when Jake joined her, he dominated the space, overwhelming her senses with every inch of his muscular body. As he ran his hands over her wet body, Callie couldn’t wait another minute to have him. She dropped to her knees in front of Jake and hearing his sharp intake of breath, Callie knew that he was just as ready as she was. She gazed at his cock, standing so strongly in front of her, and licked her lips in anticipation. A hum ran through her body, sending heat and dampness straight to her groin. Callie wrapped her hands around the base of Jake’s cock, and swirled her tongue around the tip before sucking him deeply in her mouth. She worked up and down his shaft with her hand and her mouth for several minutes, before Jake hauled her up into his arms, spun around and pushed her against the shower wall.
“That mouth of yours is trouble isn’t it. I’m dying to be inside you again. Don’t move.”
With that he pressed a hard kiss to her lips, opened the door to the shower and reached for a condom he had conveniently placed on the counter.
Rolling it on, he turned back to Callie and lifted her up in his arms before slowly sliding her up and down on his shaft. Callie moaned at how good the friction from this angle felt, and as he pounded in and out of her, both Jake and Callie could do little more than hold on to each other, as close as possible, as they hurtled towards another fierce explosion.
Several hours later, Callie dropped to the ground and gazed out at the breath-taking view of the Columbia Gorge from the lookout at the top of the popular Multnomah Falls trail. Located just outside Portland, normally the trail would be full of locals and tourists all desperate for a close look at the stunning waterfalls. Luckily today, being midweek in September, the trail was fairly quiet. They had passed only a handful of other hikers on their way up the trail.
Jake sat down beside her and pulled her in to his side. “As much as I don’t want our day together to come to an end, I have the thrilling job of completing liquor inventory waiting for me at the pub.”
Callie smiled up at his warm brown eyes that danced with whiskey colored flecks in the sunlight. She didn’t want to leave, but had her own responsibilities waiting.
“That’s alright. I don’t have any clean scrubs for work tomorrow, so I guess I have a date with my laundry basket.”
As they made their way down the trail, holding each others’ hands as often as the trail allowed them to, Callie marveled at how magical the last twenty-four hours had been. She couldn’t have imagined a more perfect first – and second date.
* * *
That afternoon, after checking in with Reagan who agreed to come over later in the evening for a date debrief, Callie busied herself with her overflowing laundry hamper. As she sat on the bed folding clean scrubs, a faint whiff of Jake’s woodsy cologne came up from Callie’s sheets. She could feel a flush warming her cheeks at the memory of the passion that had consumed them earlier that morning.
But, what will Mother and Father think of him?Callie cringed at herself for letting that thought cross her mind, but still the doubt crept in.
As that question rolled around in her head, she picked up her phone and began scrolling through her emails. She paused when she came across one from her father. Phillip Scott rarely bothered to communicate with Callie, usually leaving that to her mother. Callie knew that to her father her role was to help to portray him as a ‘family man’ in the eyes of his future supporters. So, while her mother critiqued her appearance and lifestyle choices, her father simply made sure she knew what he expected of her and when.
Sure enough, this email was a succinct three sentences:
Callista,
An updated portrait is needed to display at the Thanksgiving party. You must be at the Hoyt Arboretum for a family photoshoot on October 24that one o’clock pm. Ensure you are suitably dressed.
The email wasn’t signed, there was no indication of emotion or affection. It was just like her father, cold and detached.
Closing her inbox with a sigh, Callie dropped her phone on the bed beside her. Even through an email, her parents had the power to make her feel so very alone in her life. She wished she could shake herself free from the deep-rooted obligation she felt to always try and please them. It wasn’t as if they had ever given her a sign that there was something more that she could do to win their favor, but still, she simply could not give up on trying to please them. They were her only family after all, and she knew they had clear expectations and plans for her. And Jake, a bar owner, certainly wouldn’t fit into those plans.
Which led to the next important question she needed to answer for herself. Which was more important to Callie. Her parents plan, or Jake?
Chapter 7
“Hold on. What? He wooed you to bed with CINNAMON BUNS? Oh man he’s got game!” Reagan clapped her hands in approval after Callie finished her summary of her incredible day with Jake.
