I always knew that bringing Cami to Dreamland would be magical, but the reality is much more than that. Everything about the park excites her. The castle. Food. The characters dressed in the costumes that made me cry as a child. She absorbs everything, and her happiness is a living, breathing entity that I find extremely contagious.
I couldn’t have imagined a better day. At least she hadn’t until Cal lifts Cami onto her shoulders so she can better see the night’s spectacle in front of the castle.
I never had the chance to survive this trip without falling in love with Cal. It was a brave effort on my part to think otherwise, but I’m no match for the girl-dad energy he’s giving off. Some women around us seem to notice, though I throw daggers in their direction until they turn around, flustered and somewhat disturbed.
I’ve been perfecting the look since everyone in my age range started lusting after Cal when we were teenagers. He’s not pretty, but he gets the job done.
I smile as I take a photo of Cami and Cal from behind so I can print it out and put it in my keepsake box.
Cal looks over his shoulder at me. “What are you doing?” I gesture towards him and Cami. “Saving memory.”
Something flickers in Cal’s eyes before he grabs the person next to him.
“Would you mind taking a photo of my girls and me?”
His girls.
They may have to fly me out of here, because I’m about to go into cardiac arrest. With the way my left arm tingles and my heart pounds, I wouldn’t doubt it.
Cami remains on Cal’s shoulders, her smile bright and ready while I stand dazed and blinking rapidly. Cal shakes his head with a smile before pulling me against him and wrapping one arm around my forehead while keeping Cami secured with the other.
The man picks up the phone and begins his countdown. A firework explodes above us. Cami and I look up as the flash goes off, ruining our photo.
The man practically throws the phone at Cal before returning to his family.
“Further!” Cami applauds. “They’re coming,” Cal says.
Fireworks explode above us, painting the sky different colors. Cal keeps his arm around me throughout the show. At some point during the explosions upstairs, Cami falls asleep.
“How is that possible?” He removes it from her shoulders before cradling it against her chest.
My legs might give out from how hard I pass out. “I told you she can sleep through anything.
Another firework explodes above us, proving my point while Cami doesn’t even flinch.
“See?”
“Damn. Do you want to go back?” Her eyes slide from Cami to me.
I look up at the sky, absorbing a few more seconds of the spectacle before nodding. When I turn, Cal’s gaze is already on me, though he burns with promise as he follows the curves of my body.
Between Cal showering Cami with love and attention, and his soft whispers when no one is around, I’m more than ready to return.
Damn the fireworks.
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I closed the door to Cami’s room behind me before sinking against her. There isn’t a single part of my body that doesn’t hurt from walking in the park all day, and no amount of exercise would have prepared me for that kind of pain.
“Did he fall back asleep easily?” Cal sits on the couch.
“Yeah. Out like a light. I hated waking Cami up after she got knocked out, but I refused to let her go to bed covered in theme park germs and butterfly face paint.
“It’s amazing how you can sleep with fireworks, a screaming baby on the ferry and all the way to your room.”
“I wish the rest of us could be as lucky.” I fall face first into the cushions of the couch Cal is sitting in front of.
He lets out a low laugh. “Tired?”
“My whole body hurts from head to toe.” My voice is muffled by the cushions pressing against my face.
The couch creaks beneath him. “I think I have an idea.” “If it’s not a full-body massage, I don’t want it.”
“That can be easily fixed, as long as you return the favor.” He lowers his voice. “Preferably without clothes.”
I blindly throw a pillow in the direction of his laughter.
The door to his room clicks shut shortly after. I sleep a little before Cal wakes me up coming back to lift me into his arms like a bride. I’m too tired to object and I honestly doubt I’ll do it anyway. It feels good to be on the receiving end of being pampered after spending all day on your feet.
He takes me to his bathroom and stands me up. The sound of water coming out of the faucet drags my eyes away from her face.
“A bubble bath?” The deep tub is almost filled to the brim with bubbles almost spilling over.
He reaches out to turn off the tap. “I added some bath salts to help with the sore muscles.”
I let my head fall back with a sigh. “I love you.” The thought escapes me by accident, and my eyes fly open. “I…” I can’t finish the rest of my sentence. It’s not that I don’t love Cal, but I don’t want to give that love away so freely again. Not without being able to trust that he won’t break my heart a second time.
“Don’t worry about that”. She offers me a tight smile. “But-”
Cal silences me with a hard kiss that ends our awkward conversation. I deepen it, earning the sweetest moan against my lips.
My hands find the hem of Cal’s shirt and I lift the fabric over his head. He breaks away from our kiss and does the same with my shirt, both landing on the floor. The pile grows quickly as we get rid of our shorts and underwear.
“I don’t know where to start with you.” Her gaze runs over my naked body. “I have some ideas if you need inspiration.”
His eyes darken. “Like what?” “A bath to start.”
His short laugh makes me smile. “It’s not what I was looking for, but it’s okay.”
He first helps me bathe before settling on the opposite side of me. “Are you afraid to sit next to me?” She threw water at him with her toes.
He grabs onto my foot and pulls me closer, making me sink deeper into the water. I open my mouth to object, only to be cut off as he begins to knead the sore muscles.
My head falls back against the tub. “Oh God.” Her pressure intensifies. “It feels good?”
“Like heaven.” I’m sighing.
A small smile tugs at his lips. My eyes droop with each passing minute, the pain in my muscles easing with every pass and push of Cal’s hands. Eventually, the pain transforms into something completely different.
pleasure _
Cal must feel the change in mood because he abandons his massage and stands up. Droplets of water slide down her muscular body, tempting me to clean them with my tongue. His thick erection is as proud as he is when he finds me looking at him.
I shake my head. “Where are you going?”
“Nowhere without you. Slide forward.
I do as he says, and he slides in behind me. The hard length of him presses against my back as he gets comfortable and places both legs on the outside of mine.
I sink deeper into the bubbling water and place my head in the crook of his neck. “I may never leave.”
Cal grabs a wet towel and squeezes a decent amount of body wash on top before running it over my body. He takes his time, dragging the washcloth across my skin with soft, provocative caresses. I press my thighs together only for Cal to spread them so he can slide the towel between my legs.
I squeeze his biceps. “California.”
He teases my clit again, adding more pressure this time. “That?” “Do you know what you are doing”. The words come out shaky.
He bites my shoulder, earning a sharp intake of breath from me. “Is working?”
I turn around and straddle his thighs, trapping him beneath me. His erection presses against me, and I move against him, sending a hum of pleasure up my spine. “Does that answer your question?”
His fingers dig into my hips as I lean forward and lick a stray drop of water from his neck.
“Wool”. The way she whispers my name like a prayer comes straight to mind. Her teeth clench as I rub against her erection, so I move again, earning another grunt.
He grabs my thighs hard enough to leave marks. “Unless you want to end up getting fucked against the edge of the bathtub, I
would stop.”
“Mmm. A tempting idea. I run the tips of my fingers along his cock before gripping him tightly and giving him a single pump.
He grabs my hand and drags it towards his mouth. The kiss he places on the inside of my palm is innocent, although the throb between my legs is not. I push forward and rub my pussy against her cock to ease the growing pain.
I kiss a path from his sharp jaw to the base of his throat. Her breathing becomes shallow with each pass of my lips over her skin, her fingers digging into my skin like a lifeline. My lips suck on the spot under his ear which drives him crazy while my fingers dance over his chest, brushing carefully towards his navel without touching his nipples.
He moans my name again, sending another wave of pleasure coursing through my body. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”
“Having fun.” He teased her chest again. The tip of my nail catches on his nipple and he sucks in a breath.
“This is not fun. “It’s torture.”
“It’s fair when you do the same thing.” I lean forward, my tongue barely gliding over the hard drive when something snaps inside it. “Good idea,” he rasps as he grabs my hair and pulls. My back arches, giving him the perfect position to tease the very area I denied him. His tongue slides over the pointed peak, teasing and torturing me until I force him to give my other breast the same attention.
He sucks hard enough to make me gasp, and I jerk on his lap.
“Do you want to make fun of me?” Her teeth scrape the sensitive spot and black spots fill my vision as a wave of pleasure courses through me. “Do you want to fuck me?”
“I’d rather fuck you. Period. End of story,” I hiss through clenched teeth as he tugs on my nipple.
Cal releases me before stepping out of the tub with my legs still around his waist. She quickly pulls me back to my feet before handing me a dry towel, collecting the water that drips down my skin. Goosebumps break out all over my body, both from the sudden chill and the anticipation of what will come next.
When he’s done, I grab a towel from behind him and do the same. I commit to my task, his breathing becoming heavier with each pass of the towel over his rippling muscles. When I kneel to grab his legs, I avoid his erection.
The scar on his knee stands out against his skin, representing one of the biggest changes in his life. In our life together.
I trace the scar as Cal breathes heavily above me, hands fisted at his sides.
“He healed well.” The last summer she was here, she avoided wearing clothes that would expose her scar, so I never had a chance to look.
His chest rises and falls. “I hate it.”
“Every part of you is perfect.” I lean forward and kiss the scar. Cal lets out a shaky breath.
Except when I go to wipe the last bit of water dripping off his cock, he pulls me to my feet and drags me towards the bedroom.
“But-”
Cal throws the towel in the direction of the bathroom. “I’m done with games. get on your knees
—he orders in that rough voice of his that only comes out during sex. There are two versions of Callahan Kane, and this is my favorite because no one knows her except me. He is the one kept locked up, begging to be released.
He presses a single finger against my shoulder. A shiver runs down my spine as I kneel against the tightly woven rug.
I reach for his cock, only to have it slip out of my reach. “What are you doing?”
“Reward”. He pumps once. The tip of it glistens with a single drop of precum and I lick my lips.
“Reward for what?” When I reach him, he takes another step back, making me frown.
“Your trick with the vibrator.” Her gaze runs over my body. “Do you remember what you ordered me to do?”
“Stay there and look pretty for me.” He repeated the words. My body temperature increases, along with my heart rate.
He reaches out to cup my cheek with one hand while pumping his cock with the other. “There really is nothing more beautiful than seeing you on your knees.” “Nothing at all?”
His chest heaves from his sharp exhale. “Hmm. Actually, there might be something else.
I long to reach for it, but my hands remain pressed against my thighs. “What’s that?”
“This.” Her fingers dig into my scalp and pull. I gasp, and Cal takes advantage of my surprise to push his cock into my mouth. My lips instinctively wrap around him, and my hands reach out to hold him at the base as he pulls him deeper into my mouth.
I run my tongue along the underside of his silky skin, tracing and teasing my way up and down his length. Her fingers thread through my hair and hold me in place.
Like I ever had a chance to leave.
Cal’s muscles clench and ripple as I pump, suck and lick every solid inch of him.
There is nothing sweet and feminine about sucking his cock. The way I long for his release brings my own orgasm to the surface, and my movements become more desperate as the pulsations between my legs intensify.
“Touch yourself,” he rasps. I follow his command, reaching between my legs. “Show me how much it turns you on to suck my cock.”
I raise my hand in the air, and his cock jerks in my mouth, flooding my tongue with his arousal.
“I want you to come.” I blink in recognition.
Cal’s fingers grip my scalp as he fucks my mouth. I tease my clit with the palm of my hand as I pump two fingers inside her, sinking them in and out in time with her thrusts.
He groans at the sight, his eyes devouring me as if it were the last thing he would ever see.
“Fuck, Lana.” Her movements become more abrupt. Less in sync as she thrusts into her hips with enough power to make me almost vomit.
The pressure in my belly increases, growing with each touch of my thumb against my clit.
“That’s it, baby.” He cups my cheek. “Come for me.”
His gaze marks itself on my soul, with him pouring out every ounce of love he feels towards me with a single glance.
The world around me fades away as I am hit by my orgasm. My body trembles, my release turning my muscles to jelly as I ride the wave of pleasure that courses through me.
The affection in his gaze transforms into pure lust, his eyes devour me completely as his semen runs down my throat and fills my mouth. I swallow several times, but that doesn’t stop some of it from spilling over my lips.
Cal moves his shiny cock away. He wipes the cum dripping down my chin before sticking his thumb back into my mouth. I suck on the pad, cleaning him before he repeats the same thing again. Once he’s satisfied, I reach for his cock and clean it with my tongue. He rubs my cheek approvingly, and I lean into his touch.
More blood rushes to his penis, earning me a giggle.
In fact, he looks offended as he lifts me to my feet. Do you think what you do to me is funny? I suffer from constant blue balls around you.”
“It’s not my fault.” I laugh harder.
He smiles as he carries me back to bed. With a small push, I fall against the mattress. Cal follows me, his weight pressing me further into the bed as he steals a kiss from me.
I slide my hands up his body and run my fingers through his hair. The intensity of our kiss increases when her tongue lashes mine, seeking to make me submit. He bites my lower lip and draws blood. Her tongue sweeps and draws a sigh from me as she sucks on the swollen flesh in a silent apology.
He continues to tease me until we are both panting. The pain in my center grows with every stroke of his tongue and every press of his lips. From my breasts to my pussy, not a single centimeter of my body goes unnoticed.
Cal denies me another orgasm, causing me to moan in frustration. “God.” “You should know better than to call me another man in bed.” He pounds my pussy hard. Once. Twice. Three times until I’m gasping and writhing beneath him.
The urge to cum makes me dig my nails into his skin and rub my pussy against his cock. She laughs in my ear before throwing us both under the covers. This time she takes me from behind her, sliding her leg between mine and sinking into me with one long thrust. The position is intimate, with him holding me in his arms. He kisses my neck and teases my clit as he thrusts into me again and again. Pleasure courses through me as he whispers the sweetest praises in my ear.
My climax grows with every push of his hips and every brush of his fingers against my skin. With a final pinch of my clit, I spasm around it.
His cock rams into me with enough force to push me forward as he uses me to find his own pleasure. My body shakes from the aftereffects of my orgasm, and his movements become less coordinated with each movement of his hips.
Reminds me of a man possessed. Of someone about to be lost in lust, with a wildness in his gaze that I find intoxicating.
Cal grunts as he cums, continuing to torture my body until he’s done. He doesn’t pull away right away, but instead chooses to wrap his arms around me. My thighs are sticky from our combined throws, but I can’t move.
I don’t think I can even move.
He kisses the top of my head with a sigh. Eventually, my heart rate stabilizes, the steady beat lulling me to sleep.
“I love you,” he whispers into the darkness.
I’ve heard the words hundreds of times from his lips, but they still manage to take my breath away every time.
I open my mouth to say the same thing, but something stops me.
Fear.
It’s not that I don’t love him, because I do. Maybe even more than ever before, if that’s possible.
It’s just that the last time I deliberately shared those three little words, it was gone. My love wasn’t enough before, so why would it be this time?
And after Cal left last time, I’m afraid to share that part of me. At least not until I can fully trust him again. If ever I can.
