Redeeming (Red Lips & White Lies Book 2)

In this life . . . In every life . . . I choose you every time.

—Caitlin’s Secret Thoughts

“Stand up, Callen.” My words are muffled, like they’re being said under water, and I have to strain to hear them myself as my heartbeat thrums so loudly in my ears, it drowns out everything else around us, leaving just Callen and me.

He stands and runs his hand over the back of my head, anchoring me to him. But it’s not enough. “Callen⁠—”

I’m not even sure what I’m trying to say, but he waits for me to gather my thoughts. Doesn’t push. That’s not his way. Never his way . . .

I let my eyes soak him in. The golden-tanned skin and beautiful ink covering this beautiful man. This man I don’t doubt would give his life for mine. This sometime annoyingly incredible man who’s refused to stop trying to regain my trust, and a sob bubbles up from deep in my throat.

“You hurt me, Callen, and I don’t think I’ll ever recover if I let you in again and you break my heart again. I’m holding it together now with tape and hope,” I admit, knowing I’ve lost the fight. I don’t have the strength to keep fighting this. I’m not sure I’d even want to fight it anymore if I could.

Not with Callen standing in front of me with so much love shining in his eyes.

He bends his knees, bringing eye to eye, and brushes his lips over mine. “I’ve never belonged to anyone but you. Please, baby. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Callen . . .” I sob.

“Please, baby. I will love you every day of this life and the next, Caitlin. There’s no way this is the first life we’ve found each other, and it won’t be the last. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. My heart. My home. It’s you. They’re not yours to take. They’re just you. They’ve always been you.”

“Show me, Callen.”

Callen

“Always, kitten.” I press my mouth to hers, swallowing her beautiful moan with the first taste of her.

She’s warm and soft and clinging to me as I carry her to the bed I plan on keeping her in for fucking days, if I have my way.

The reflection of the snow off the lake filters into the room, bathing her in an ethereal pale light as I lay her down and stare at this beautiful woman. My fucking woman. Mine.

“I love you, Caitie.” I press a kiss to her shoulder and drag the straps of her bra down her arms, slowly. Leisurely. Taking my time. Imprinting it forever on every strand of my DNA.

“Show me, Callen.” She slips her arms out of the straps and runs the tips of her fingers up and down my chest.

She’s magnificent, splayed out on the bed, her creamy pale skin glowing in the moonlight against her bra and panties. Pretty pink nipples push against the pink lace bra, and my mouth fucking waters at the sight before me.

She’s everything I’ll never take for granted. Every filthy fucking fantasy I’ve ever had come to life, and I’m going to cherish her. Worship her. Protect her.

Mine repeats in my mind like an old school anthem.

The kind that hypes you up to take on the world.

“Christ, kitten . . .” I take her breast in my mouth and suck her through the lace, loving the way Cait’s back arches off the bed. She tugs at my sweats, forcing them down my body.

“I need you, Callen.”

I’ll never be able to deny her anything.

“You’re gonna have me, kitten. But first, I’ve got to get you ready.” I fist my cock through my sweats, and she presses a bare foot flat against my chest with the most devious smile spreading on her face.

“You’re in front of me in no shirt and those damn sweatpants, Callen. How about you take off my panties and find out just how ready I already am?”

“Oh yeah,” I tease her, fucking dying over her confidence. So fucking hot for her.

“Your wish is my command, kitten.” I press my face to her hot cunt and lick right through the scrap of lace blocking me. “Fuck, you’re soaked for me, Caitie.”

I flatten my tongue and drag it up her sex until I can’t take it anymore and shove her panties to the side, needing in her.

“God, yes,” she moans and lifts her hips.

With each long stroke of my tongue, I tease her with my rough finger, and Caitlin squirms against me until I throw her legs over my shoulders and cup her perfect ass in my hands, dragging her to me.

Caitlin moans as she grinds her pussy against my face, chasing what she needs.

What I want to give her.

“That’s it.” I drag my teeth over her clit, and her scream echoes loud in the quiet room.

She sinks her fingers into my hair and fucks my face, her body vibrating with need. “I’m so close, Callen.”

“Take it, kitten,” I growl against her hot core. “Take what you need like a good girl.” I eat her like a dying fucking man until she gives me what I fucking need.

She comes on a sharp, keening, shaking cry, as she tugs my hair, and I inhale her pussy. Fuck air. I’ll die a happy man with my face right here.

I push closer and bury my tongue in her hot, tight cunt, licking and sucking, fucking feasting, until I’ve wrung every last tremor from her body. “Fucking take it, Cait. Give me what I want.”

She screams again, and I feel like I could come right now from that sound alone.

I don’t wait for her to come down from her orgasm high before I pull back and rip her panties and bra from her body. Needing all of her bared to me. Needing to see her. To see the way her body has changed. “Swear to God, Cait, you’ve never been more beautiful.”

A red flush crests over her skin as she smiles, and I flip her onto her knees. Her long dark hair kisses the middle of her back as she looks over her shoulder with a sex-dazed smile. “Are you going to fuck me now, Callen? We’ve got time to make up for.”

“There’s nothing in the world that could stop me.” I kiss her lips. Her shoulders. Drag my lips down her spine and settle myself behind her.

Her ass is a fucking masterpiece in my hands.

Caitie pushes back against me as a needy little sound slips from her lips.

“Please, Callen.”

Fuck. What those words do to me.

I drag the head of my cock through her drenched sex. “Never again, Cait. You and me. That’s it. Never want to be without you again.”

Her head drops to the bed as she whimpers, and I push inside her.

“Fuck, Callen. Don’t be gentle. I need you . . . I want it all.”

Caitlin

Oh God.

Callen pushes inside me slowly. So fucking slowly, I could cry . . . with relief. With want. With anticipation. It’s everything. We both moan at the first feel of my body stretching around his cock. And holy fuck, does it stretch.

Every nerve ending lights up like never before.

I feel like I could cry or scream or come again already, and he hasn’t moved yet.

I fight to catch my breath as I clench around him, needier than I’ve ever been.

“Please, please, please,” I chant, unable to think further than this.

To feel anything but want and hot throbbing need.

“I know what you need, kitten.” He drags out every slow thrust. Slower than I ever thought possible. Each decadent grind against my clit. In and out. Over and over. Building me up. Keeping me there. Kissing that spot that only Callen’s ever known, only to quickly pull back, teasing me until he does it again . . . and again. Until I think I’m going to die if I don’t come.

I scream out his name when his hips snap against mine.

So good it’s nearly painful.

“Is this what you want, Cait? What you need?” he growls as his hands bite into my hips with each hard thrust deeper than the last.

In and out.

Over and over.

I close my eyes and grip the sheets beneath my hands as my entire body purrs and screams with mind-numbing, soul-scorching pleasure.

He drives into me relentlessly.

Each thrust deeper than the last.

Harder.

Better.

Until I’m screaming through my second orgasm, my pussy throbbing and aching, and still somehow, Callen demands more.

He wraps a hand around my throat, dragging his thumb along my jaw, and pulls my back up against his chest. “So fucking pretty, baby.” His cock sits thick and hard inside me as aftershocks vibrate through my body. His tongue traces my ear, and his teeth tease my lobe before he scrapes them along my neck. His hand slides down and tightens around my throat, and my world comes into hyperfocus. He growls, “Breathe, Caitlin.”

Oh fuck.

I close my eyes and lean back against him.

Trusting him.

Unable to do anything but beg for more.

Callen’s hips slow as we move together in sync. As if timing each movement, each shallow breath that slips through my lips.

My God, it’s like every sense is amplified.

Every nerve ending ripped open, raw and hot, and pulsing in time with the beat of our hearts. And this man . . . My man . . . My world. The one I waited for. Begged to love me. Who’s owned my heart my entire life. Fuck. He’s everything.

It’s his. I’m his. And he’s controlling my body as if it were his own.

Each movement. Each push and pull and clench and thrust.

Controlling my movements. My pleasure. My sounds and words.

They’re all his, and I’ve given them over completely.

Given myself over completely.

Trusting him with my body and my soul.

Pleasure runs thick in my veins as Callen growls behind me, so fucking sexy.

“You need to come again, don’t you, kitten?”

“God, yes,” I whisper quietly, unable to speak as I drag my arm back and throw it around Callen’s neck, turning my face and taking his mouth.

He sucks my tongue in time with each thrust, and our bodies move together. Desperate for more. Raw and aching.

One hand slides down to my clit and pinches, and a scream rips from my lips.

I hold his hand to me. Moving with him as Callen sucks the sweet spot where my neck and shoulder meet. Until there’s nothing between us. Two bodies moving as one. Sweaty and sticky. My wetness dripping down my legs.

He fucks me until I can’t possibly last another second and then tightens his grip on my throat, and his hot breath tickles my ear. “Come on my cock, kitten. Take it all and show me who owns this pretty cunt.”

A scorching-hot intense heat covers my skin as I shatter in his arms.

Colors explode behind my eyes like fireworks on New Year’s Eve.

Callen fucks me through my third orgasm until I’m in tears, it’s just too much.

Every inch of my skin is red-hot and hypersensitive.

One giant, raw, exposed nerve.

The hand on my throat slides down my body and cups my breast, palming it in his deliciously rough skin. “These have gotten bigger, baby. Are they more sensitive too?”

He pinches my nipple, and I scream again as he fucks me over and over. Never stopping until I’m sobbing in his arms. One orgasm rolls into another, and I lose count.

My throat rough and raw and my voice hoarse.

Until I can’t possibly scream more.

Can’t think. Can’t speak. Can’t breathe.

Until I’m limp in his arms and Callen is the only thing holding me together.

Until I’m promising to never leave him again. To forgive him. To love him.

Until I’m no longer broken, and he’s put the jagged, shattered pieces of my heart back together.

Until a raw, primal sound is ripped from somewhere deep inside his chest, and my name is shouted out into the room.

We fall to the bed tangled in each other. Unable to move. Unwilling to care.

And it’s not until hours later, when I know neither of us has slept, just stayed safe in each other’s arms, that I turn and place my face inches from his. “I never stopped loving you, Callen Sinclair. I never will. But don’t hurt me again because I don’t know how much trust I can keep giving you if you keep breaking me.”

“Never again, Caitie. You’re it. You and our daughter. Everyone else in the universe can fuck off. I don’t care about any of them as long as I have the two of you.”

My tired eyes search his face for any kind of insincerity. But I come up lacking.

I ghost my lips over his. “Promise me we’ll show this baby a healthy love.”

“I promise.”

Those two words manage to somehow give me the peace I’ve been searching for, and I close my eyes. “I love you, Callen.”

“I’ll always love you, Caitlin. I promise.”