Page 133 of The Havenport Collection

Violet

T urns out, everyone was in on Callum’s plan to renovate my office, and we ordered pizza to celebrate.

Liam and Cece showed up with beer, and it turned into an impromptu party in the barn.

I was exhausted but still reeling from the surprise.

What did this mean? Did it mean Callum wanted more?

Or that he was just that good of a friend?

After finally getting the boys down to bed, I came downstairs to find Callum on the couch, waiting for me. He had clearly been working all weekend—his hair was a mess, and his strong jaw was covered in a thick layer of stubble. He looked positively edible in those old jeans.

I was overcome with feelings—gratitude, lust, and admiration. I didn’t know what to do with them all. I nudged him. “Let’s take a walk.”

When we got to the driveway and headed out toward the fields, he grabbed my hand. It was warm and strong and did nothing to stop the lusty thoughts racing through my head. I was feeling confused and overwhelmed by the events of the day, but one thing was certain. I wanted Callum.

“I don’t know how to thank you,” I started.

“You can thank me by doing what we talked about—running the farm your way and making it successful.”

He always said just the right thing. My heart clenched.

“I just can’t believe you pulled all that off in two days.”

“I had a lot of help.”

“But you must have worked nonstop.”

“I did.”

“But why?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

He stopped and turned toward me, the moonlight reflecting off the perfect symmetry of his face.

I shivered, never breaking eye contact.

He put his hands on my shoulders and rubbed my arms for warmth. Our bodies drew closer, and my heart was in my throat.

“I want you, Violet. Not for a night, not for a fling, but for real. You have made me feel things I didn’t think were possible. And I want to support you, to help you, and to celebrate you.”

“But—”

He held his finger up to my lips. “Stop. If you don’t want me, tell me now, and we can go back to being friends. But if you’ll have me, I want all of you. Everything.”

I didn’t know how to respond. My heart was pounding, and I was dizzy from his touch. I did the only thing I could think of to show him exactly what I wanted. I opened my mouth and sucked his finger hard, releasing it with a loud pop.

His eyes widened, and his jaw hitched.

I slowly nodded at him. It was happening.

Our bodies tangled and our mouths crashed as we kissed, desperate for contact. My hands ran up his arms to his strong shoulders, and I wanted nothing more than to feel him, all of him.

He moved to my neck, lightly tugging my hair to get a better angle. I clenched my legs, and he feasted on me, licking and sucking my collarbone while keeping hold of my hair. The sensations were so intense I could barely stand.

I pushed him away. He looked pained, like restraining himself was hurting him. “We can’t do this out here.”

He smiled and grabbed me, throwing me over his shoulder and taking off in the direction of the barn. He carried me across the farm and up the stairs to the newly cleaned and renovated loft. He laid me down on the new sofa and resumed ravishing me.

My sweatshirt was gone in seconds, and his hands were on my breasts, grasping them roughly as he attempted to free them from my bra.

I shimmied, trying to get the straps down, but arched back as he took one of my nipples into his mouth.

He couldn’t keep his hands and mouth off them, and it was rapidly becoming my favorite thing in the world.

“I am obsessed,” he said between licks and gentle bites. “I am obsessed with these tits. I want my hands on them all night long.”

He pushed himself back onto his heels and stared at me, drinking me in. I tried not to be self-conscious about my body. Not because it was perfect, far from it. I mean, I did have a few really good years in my early twenties, but I knew it wouldn’t last forever.

I was at peace with my mom bod, because it was mine, and I had earned those stretch marks and scars.

I was alive and kicking with a healthy sex drive, and I wasn’t going to let my body image shit get in the way of getting some with one of the hottest, smartest, and kindest men I had ever known.

I was going to get mine and enjoy every moment, so that these memories could keep me warm during the lonely single-mom nights ahead.

So instead of covering myself, I arched my back, squeezing my breasts for his benefit.

“Viiiii,” he groaned loudly, leaning down to capture my mouth again.

I squirmed beneath him. “Don’t get distracted, Cal. I want you inside me.” I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer to me. His erection nuzzled up against me in the perfect spot, and I wiggled beneath him, desperate for friction.

He thrust up against me, annoying layers of denim between us. “Is this what you want, Violet?” he whispered in my ear. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes. Please.” His declaration echoed in my brain. He wanted everything. But could I give it? I decided to stop stressing and focus on the hot man trying to get in my pants. I tugged at my jeans, determined to get them off.

Callum gently pulled them down my legs, never breaking eye contact. His stubble, his muscles, and his hungry expression only increased my desperation to get naked.

He stepped back and pulled his shirt off.

Although I had seen him shirtless several times, he never failed to take my breath away.

I traced my fingers over his chest, noting the chest hair and smattering of freckles.

I moved over to his broad shoulders and thick, muscular arms. He groaned as my hands made their way to his belt buckle.

I had never seen Callum like this. He was so focused, so intense, and it was turning me all the way on.

His eyes, hands, and mouth were on my body, and it was so much better than I ever could have imagined.

And I had certainly done a healthy amount of imagining.

By the time I managed to unzip his jeans, revealing blue boxer briefs, I was drooling.

Callum Quinn was pure masculine perfection, every single thick hard inch of him.

I watched as he grabbed a condom out of his wallet and slowly inched his boxer briefs down his muscular thighs. “Have you thought about me, Violet? Have you thought about my cock like I’ve dreamed of you?”

I nodded, unable to speak as I watched him stroke his impressive length. I bit my bottom lip. He was big and perfect, and I was going to spontaneously combust if I did not have him inside me soon.

He slowly, reverently, inched my panties down, gazing at my pussy with a gleam in his eyes. “Tell me,” he growled.

“Yes,” I groaned, arching off the sofa as he gently stroked my clit. “I have thought about you so many times. And you’re even bigger than in my dreams.”

He teased my opening, gently easing one strong finger inside me and making me delirious. “You feel incredible. You are so wet for me.” He licked his finger, never breaking eye contact, and I shuddered. “I’ve been dying for another taste.”

“Please,” I gasped. I was delirious with lust and pent-up sexual tension. I could not take one more second of his teasing.

He pushed open my thighs and settled himself between them.

“I love hearing you beg for me. And I will always give you what you need.”

“Yes. Please. I need you now,” I gasped.

He gently bit my nipple and smiled at me. He clearly enjoyed torturing me. “But this isn’t casual, Violet. I want you. I want all of you. Tell me you understand.”

I shifted my hips up to show him what I wanted. “Yes. I understand.” In the moment, I knew I wanted Callum and only Callum. I wanted both his big heart and his big dick. “Cal, I’m yours.”

His face lit up with those words, and he surged inside me. I cried out, and my eyes rolled back as I adjusted to his size.

I had plenty of sexual experience, but never had I felt a connection like this. Our bodies were made for each other. He knew what I needed and generously gave it to me.

He began to pick up the pace, driving me wild.

“I have dreamt of this moment since high school,” he whispered huskily into my ear.

“You have always been my fantasy. And your body, your pussy, is so much better than I ever imagined.” His delicious dirty talk just turned me on even more.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this moment over the last twenty years.

Fantasized about taking you, about fucking you senseless and making you mine. ”

I cried out as he continued his controlled, steady pace. I felt powerless underneath him as he pinned my arms over my head. It was unbearably erotic, and I could already feel the climax building inside me. “I’m yours,” I cried, as he reached down to rub my clit.

He bent down and took one nipple into his mouth, and it was too much. The sensations were overwhelming. The combination of his hard thrusts, his gentle caresses, and his dirty words sent me careening over the edge.

“That’s it. Come, Violet. I want you to come for me.” He sped up as I wrapped my legs around him. He was grinding his pelvic bone up against my clit, and I couldn’t take it anymore. He bit down on my nipple, and I lost it, bucking, screaming, and shuddering as he kept thrusting.

My orgasm tore through me. I lost control, screaming his name and other unintelligible words as I rode out my release.

He released my arms, and they immediately went to his face, pulling him down for a deep kiss.

“I can’t believe you lasted through that.” I squeezed his ass hard, feeling the taut muscles beneath my fingers.

“I’m barely holding on,” he admitted.

I smiled, a bit orgasm drunk. “Then I want to be on top,” I whispered in his ear. “Let me ride you.”

I didn’t need to ask him twice. He stood right up and pulled me to my feet. He sat on the couch, legs spread, while I straddled him and slowly lowered myself down.

We both stared in fascination as our bodies came together. It was the most erotic moment of my life.

“Watch. Look how perfectly we fit.” I couldn't tear my eyes away as I sank down on his thick shaft and felt my inner muscles contract. I felt so wanted, so treasured, and so, so dirty.

I looked up and met his eyes, which were hooded with lust as he murmured, “I want you. I want you forever.”

Instead of acknowledging his words, I began to slowly rock on his steely erection, taking my time and finding my rhythm.

His hands were all over me, pulling my hair, pinching my nipples, and eventually migrating to my ass.

I grabbed the back of the sofa as I threw my head back and moaned as I rode him with abandon.

His hands continued to explore every inch of me, teasing and testing between my cheeks.

I moaned deeply. “You dirty girl,” he whispered in my ear. “You like this, don’t you?”

I nodded as I picked up the pace, feeling my body climb higher and higher.

“Is this what you want, Violet?” He gently probed with his fingertip.

I could feel my orgasm building steadily within me as I let him go where no man had gone before. “Yes,” I screamed, “please.”

The gentle pressure gave way to a feeling of fullness that drove me over the edge.

“Come on my cock again, Violet. I can feel it, you need to. Let go for me.”

As I felt myself begin to let go, Callum surged up into me. “That’s it, Vi. Yes. Just like that. I can feel you coming all over me.”

I continued to move as we both crashed together, riding out our climaxes.

I felt his lips on my neck as I came back down to earth.

I looked at him, his hair disheveled from where I was pulling on it and his chest slicked with sweat from fucking me senseless.

I was boneless and trying to come to terms with what we had just done.

We had not just had sex. We had not just fucked.

We had not just made love. We had come together and created a sexual supernova that I feared could consume us both.