Redeeming (Red Lips & White Lies Book 2)

“Fuck, Caitie,” I groan as she presses her warm lips to my skin. Jesus. “Are you sure?”

She clings to me, desperate, like she’s a waning fire waiting either for that last breath of oxygen to give her life, or put her out. And I know without a doubt, she’s going to burn us both down in the process but I can’t stop it. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.

“Have I ever been unsure, Callen?”

Her lips drag along my shoulder and her heels dig into my ass. “For years I wanted you and, I was sure.”

Her teeth bite into my skin as she tries to take what she needs before I’m willing to give it. “Now I want you, but just for tonight. I need your body. I want your cock, Callen. I want to feel you inside me. I want you in my mouth. In my hands. In my pussy.”

“Caitie,” I groan, unable to hide the need heavy in my voice. “Be sure, because I can’t say no to you.”

“You did it before,” she snaps, then covers my mouth with hers as her palms slide between us and over my chest. “Don’t say no, Callen. Not tonight. Please. Give me what I need even if it’s not what I want. Please.”

I crush my mouth against hers, fueling the fire until it flames higher and higher.

Tik. Tik. Boom.

“You’re going to be want to kill me for this tomorrow,” I bite at her lip.

“But what a worthy death it’ll be.” Her nails score my skin as our tongues tangle, fighting for control.

I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything or anyone.

I want to own her. Her wants. Her needs. Her love and her fucking hate.

I want it all, and I want it to stop and start with me.

I want her to feel me between her creamy thighs for weeks.

Electricity soars between us, frenzied and uncontrolled.

Feeding the fire.

Demanding more.

“You’ve fucked hundreds of women, Callen. Now shut up and fuck me.”

I spin us around and slam her against the wall, shaking one of the stupid wreaths we hung inside earlier, before it falls to the floor.

“I’ve only ever loved one, Caitie, and that’s you.”

I press a hand against the wall and wrap the other around her head, deepening our kiss. Controlling her. Running my tongue over her lip, swallowing her breath and give her mine.

Needing her. Wanting fucking everything. To fix us. To fuck her. To undo the pain I’ve caused. Desperate to put it all behind us. To fuck it away. Dying for a taste of my woman.

To remind her she’s mine.

“Callen,” she cries out as I slide a hand down her body and squeeze her ass. “Enough playing.” She pulls her mouth away, and grinds down on my cock. She grabs my face and bites my lip before she drags her tongue down my throat and shoves me back until I put her down.

“I want to taste your cock, Callen,” she demands as she slides down to her knees. Her long, dark, lashes kiss her cheeks before she looks up at me and a devilish smile graces those beautiful full, pouty pink lips.

Her tongue darts out to wet them before she digs her nails into my hips and drags my pants and boxers down.

My cock bounces up and Caitlin’s blue eyes darken with desire before she leans forward and traces the top of my dick with the tip of her tongue.

“Your cock wants to fuck me, Callen.” She tries to wrap her hand around me and her eyes widen when she can’t.

“Fucking right, baby. You sure you’re ready for me?” I challenge as I gather her soft, dark hair in my hand and wrap it around my fist, and tug as I hang to my control by a fraying thread. “You got me where you want, me, now. You gonna suck my cock, kitten, or do you talk a big game?” I ask, loving to see her claws come out.

She stiffens before those lashes flutter again and her blue eyes sparkle with challenge.

“Challenge accepted, asshole.” Caitlin squeezes the shaft right before she drags her tongue along my balls up the length of my shaft.

She looks up at me and holds my eyes as her tongue swirls over the precum pooling at the tip.

Fuck me…

“You look so goddamn pretty on your knees for me, Caitie.”

A chord tugs at the base of my spine when she wraps those pouty, pink lips around my cock and takes me down her throat.

Her blue eyes water as she gags and goddamn, she’s a fucking vision.

“Fuck . . .” I growl when she swallows, and my cock hits the back of her throat. “Cait…”

I look down at her just as she slides her hand inside her jeans.

“You think you’re gonna get yourself off while you suck me off, kitten?” I cup her face in my hands and steel my spine with an iron fucking grip on control.

She doesn’t answer me, just swallows again and unzips her jeans, and I see red.

I pull back and Caitlin’s lips slide off my cock with pop.

“The fuck you are. Your orgasms are mine.”

Caitlin

Before I can respond, Callen runs a thumb over my swollen lips. “You come when I say you can come.”

My eyes double in size as I sit on my knees, disgusted with myself because holy fucking hell, I’m so turned-on my body is humming.

“Fuck you, Callen,” I curse him, as my pussy pulses in time with my heartbeat, fucking desperate for his dick.

I want to tell him he doesn’t own me.

He had his chance.

But that’s a lie.

He’ll always own my heart.

Even if he’ll never have it again.

“Oh you’re gonna fuck me, baby. You’re gonna ride my cock until you’re screaming so loud every house on this lake hears you. But you’re gonna ride my face first, kitten.”

Why do I have to love a fucking asshole.

Anticipation coats every single inch of my skin as Callen reaches down and lifts me to my feet.

He pulls my sweater over my head and stares in awe at my breasts.

My body may not have changed much yet, but my boobs have definitely gotten bigger.

Callen drags a rough thumb over one nipple and watches as it pushes back against the lace. He covers it with his mouth and I moan.

Fuck. I think I could come from this.

His hot tongue against the soft lace creates the sweetest sting against my sensitive skin.

It’s too much.

It’s not enough.

“Callen,” I whimper, trembling, ready to cry with need as he rips my bra from my body and sucks in a hot breath.

“My god, Caitlin. You are⁠—”

“Shut up and fuck me, Callen,” I demand and the bastard smiles.

His hand slides down my stomach and cups my sex over my jeans.

He doesn’t say anything.

He doesn’t need to.

That cocky fucking smirk says it all.

Callen drags them and my panties slowly down each leg, then buries his face in my pussy and inhales.

I should probably be mortified, but one word keeps booming like a drum corps over and over in my head… And it’s not no.

Fuck.

Callen rises and steps back, inches from me, but not touching.

Leaving me absolutely aching for him.

For his body. His cock. His tongue.

For so much more than I absolutely refuse to put words to.

And the confident fucker knows it.

“Tell me you’re mine, Caitlin. Tell me who’s pussy this is. Tell me,” he demands and I want to cry because he’s not wrong, but I absolutely refuse to let him be right, either.

“Please, Callen. You owe me this. I can’t give you those words, but I’m standing in front of you naked and pregnant with a broken fucking heart. Give me this tonight.”

“You’re going to love me again, Caitlin,” he tells me as he lifts me in his arms.

There’s a fire in his green eyes, that I’ve loved seeing, but tonight, it makes me turn away.

He carries me to the dining room table and lays me out like he’s going to feast for days.

My body vibrates with anticipation and he brushes his lips over mine, bruising hard.

He knows what I need.

Callen pushes my body down until my back is against the cool table and drags his finger along my collar bone and over my breasts before his mouth makes the same trail.

He bends one of my knees and plants my foot flat on the table before swirls his tongue in my belly button. “Gonna fuck you soon, Cait. Tell me I can.”

His finger plays with the lips of my sex. Up and down but never in and I whimper.

“Tell me, Cait. Tell me I won’t hurt the baby,” he growls and my God, I want to give in to everything he wants. Why… why does he have to be so fucking perfect every time but when it mattered most?

My body hums with needy anticipation.

“You won’t hurt the baby, Callen. Now I’m begging you, please fuck me.”

In a move so fucking hot I lean on up my elbows to watch him, Callen drops to his knees and throws one of my legs over his shoulder and he presses the other one out further, opening me completely to him. And, my God. He looks vicious and gorgeous, and maybe as damaged and broken as I am.

My body comes to life as his firm lips press against each hip bone, then skim down my sex. Teasing me like we’ve got all day.

Like I’m not dying more with each touch.

Until finally, he buries his face against my hot sex, and I see stars.

My back arches and hips raise from the table until Callen grips my hips and holds them in place.

“Your orgasms are mine, Caitlin.”

“Callen,” I plead and try to force myself free, dying to move. To force him where I want him and the fucker laughs and slaps my pussy in a move that tops the last for hottest moment of my life.

Of course this asshole is a sex god too.

“More,” I sob, and he drags his tongue up my pussy before he pulls back and slaps me again… and again… And holy-fucking-shit…

My clit throbs.

My body zings.

My brain practically blacks out as I scream over and over.

Callen buries his tongue inside me before dragging it back up to my clit and scrapes his teeth over the hypersensitive bundle of nerves.

I squeeze my breasts between my hands, dying for relief and this golden fucking god between my legs groans against me.

“That’s a good girl, kitten. Tell me, are you ready to come?”

“Callen…” I whimper.

“Words, Caitlin. I want your fucking words.”

“Please, God. Make me come,” I scream and he stuffs three fingers inside me and works me over and over bringing me to the edge of my orgasm before backing off.

Again and again.

Until my vision darkens and my hearing tightens.

Until I feel tears burning behind my eyes.

When he finally curls his fingers and bites my clit, growling into my pussy, I come shaking and moaning and fucking his face.

My eyes focus on one thing.

And it’s the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen.

Callen Sinclair between my legs.

My juices coat his lips and face as he kisses his way up my body and pushes his tongue in my mouth, only to pull away again.

“No, Callen… what⁠—”

“I need to get a condom, Caitie,” he tells me between heavy breaths.

“You don’t,” I beg. “I’m already pregnant and I’m clean,” I plead, desperate to feel him. All of him.

“I’ve never gone bare, Caitlin. Are you sure?”

“I might not be able to trust you with my heart. But I know I can trust you with my body. Please just fuck me.”

The fight is right there under the surface of his eyes, but with the first snap of Callen’s hips against mine we both hiss at the sheer perfection, and I cling to him as he fucks us both into oblivion.

Bump watch alert.

Caitlin Beneventi was spotted leaving her doctor’s office with Kroydon Hills’ favorite baller, Callen Sinclair, by her side. Can the rumors be true? Did C plus C make three? Are Caitlin and Callen the newest IT couple to watch? And if so, how have they managed to keep it quiet for so long? We here at the Kronicles gave you the original scoop on what’s sure to be a genetically blessed baby three months ago. It’s not like Sinclair to manage a low-profile, but somehow, he’s managed to stay out of the spotlight . . . Until today that is. New year, new leaf? We’re not sure, but there’s been no comment from either camp. When asked, our sources confirmed these two beautiful people have been living together and are expecting a late-spring delivery. Let the bump watch commence.

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