Page 29 of Keeping Denver

"Frances did mention she has known you for years." I smile.

"It was Richard who saved me from continuing my downward spiral. He didn't look at me like I was just another troubled teen. He saw a boy desperate for help; for guidance. He ended up giving me community service working for him. It was years later I asked him what made him choose to help me. He said that after reading my case, he called my mother. They ended up having a lengthy conversation about our situation and the lack of relationship I had with my father. Richard said it was his heart that lead him to make the ruling I serve my community service alongside him. It was then Richard became my mentor. He has been like a father to me ever since. And Frances is like a second mom."

"I'm glad you have that with Frances and Richard. You're lucky to have had an amazing mom. What was her name? I don't believe you've mentioned it."

"Kathleen Hawk."

I think back to the initials on Callan's tattoo. "The letters scribed below your hawk tattoos; are they for your mom?"

Callan nods. "I got the hawks as soon as I was old enough to get inked. To remind myself that no matter what, my mom and I always have each other."

"That's beautiful, Callan."

Callan gets a faraway look on his face. "You know, Richard did the same for Spencer. That's how we met. His story is a lot different than mine, but he too was a troubled young man that Richard saw potential in. The two of us have been friends since we were sixteen."

I laugh. "I have a feeling that Spencer is still trouble, but in a different way. Especially with the ladies."

Callan levels me with an irritated look. "What do you mean by that?"

I roll my eyes. "Calm down, caveman. I mean he's a terrible flirt."

"Yeah, well, the next time he tries that shit with you, he's going to get his ass kicked."

"Oh, please. Spencer likes to push your buttons. Besides, I think he's sweet." Calling Callan's best friend sweet was the wrong thing to do, because, in a flash, Callan is on me, my back pinned to the bed.

"Care to repeat that, baby?" he smiles down at me.

A giggle escapes my mouth. "No."

"I didn't think so." Callan's mouth crashes down on mine.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, he settles his weight between my legs, and I sigh into his mouth. His hand reaches under me, slides past the waistband of my panties, and grabs hold of my butt. My pussy clenches as the rigid length of his erection pressed against my center.

Without hesitation, I reach down and begin pulling at the boxer briefs separating us, and keep my eyes on Callan's the whole time, silently communicating I'm ready to become his in every sense of the word.

"You sure, baby?"

"Yes, Callan. I'm sure."

Sitting back on his haunches, Callan hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties, pulling them from my body the same time I rid myself of my sleep shirt. Leaving me completely exposed.

Callan runs his finger through the seam of my pussy. "I'm going to get you ready for me."

Cupping my butt in his hands, Callan brings his mouth to my pussy. He takes a slow, swipe at my center, licking me from bottom to top. A scream escapes my mouth when he takes my clit into his hot mouth and sucks. There's something erotic in how he not once breaks eye contact. When he pushes in with those long digits of his, hitting that magical spot, while his tongue continues to flick over my clit, my walls start to flutter. I protest when he breaks our connection and my impending orgasm fades. I whimper. "Callan."

"Shh, Baby." Callan settles his weight over the top of my body. This time when he kisses me, I taste myself on his lips. When the head of his cock nudges at my opening, my hips thrust forward, taking him in an inch. With just the head being a tight fit, I momentarily wonder how the rest of him will follow.

"Relax for me, Denver. Open up and let me in."

Thrusting forward, Callan sinks in another inch before pulling out. He repeats the move several more times. It doesn't take long before his length is drenched with my arousal, making me a needy bundle of nerves. As soon as Callan knows I'm relaxed enough, he thrusts forward, breaking through that final barrier, making me his entirely. My nails dig into his back as I cry out his name.

Callan rests his forehead against mine and lets out a curse. "Fuck." The pain isn't too bad. It's more getting used to the feeling of being so full. "Baby. You okay?" I flex my hips, giving him my answer, and causing Callan to hiss. "Fuck. You keep moving and I'm going to come before I'm ready." He kisses me. His tongue delves into my mouth, tasting me for several seconds. A moan escapes my mouth when he starts to move again. "So, fucking tight." Callan moves at a torturous pace. His cock glides in and out of me with slow, long strokes. Leaning down, he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, and I pant.

"Oh, God."

"Come for me, Denver. I want to feel you come all over my cock." When Callan snakes his hand between our joined bodies and uses the pad of his thumb to strum my clit, I explode. My orgasm crashes through me as my walls clamp down around his length, sending him with me. With one final push, he stills, the head of his cock swelling as he spills his release inside me.

Breathing heavy, Callan kisses my shoulder, up my neck, and finally my lips.