I’ve already rolled over and bared my throat to him in submission.

I’m his.

Chapter 13

Woolf

My cock is all kinds of sore from the amount of fucking we did yesterday afternoon, well into the late night hours, and then again twice this morning before she had to leave for breakfast. I wanted to make it three times—at the very least get her off with my mouth before she left to meet Will in town—but she pushed me away and said, “No more. I’m done.”

I can’t help but smirk when I think about that look on her face. It was the look of a woman well used and loving every bit of the sting I left between those perfect legs. It filled me with no small amount of pride to put that sting there, and I hope she feels it when she’s sending that douche on his way. I hope it make her squirm in her seat with a bit of discomfort while she listens to Will beg her to take him back.

I stand at the back of my truck, resting my forearms on top of tailgate. Casually chewing on the end of a piece of straw, I watch the door to Zed’s from my vantage point across the street and down one block. Callie’s been in there with Will for going on just over an hour now, laying the hammer down on him. If I’m lucky, he’ll be on an afternoon flight out of here, headed back to suburbia without my woman.

And yes… that is exactly what Callie Hayes is. At least for now.

True to my word, after I fucked her for the second time yesterday, we lay on her bed and we talked. She told me everything that Will had said when he showed up at her house. I wasn’t interested in his apologies or decrees that he would never let it happen again, but I listened to her relay it all to me. In fact, I had to listen because if there was a snowball’s chance in hell she was thinking about going back to that asshole, I had to be ready with the right words to dissuade her.

It turns out, I did have some wisdom to impart. Not going to lie… it put me on edge a bit when Callie said, “I guess I just don’t understand why he would do something so… so…”

“Perverted?” I threw out.

She shook her head. “No. So outrageous… over the top. I mean, at least for him.”

I was instantly relieved she didn’t think what she witnessed was perverted to her senses. Although I know it hurt like a bitch to see him in that position, it seems she understands it’s a valid sexual lifestyle, and that understanding is important to me since that goes on quite a bit within my club. I took a moment to explain to Callie that the illustrious Judge Lane was a fem-dom and that Will was clearly her submissive. She asked me a few questions and I answered as best I could, because I wanted her to understand that if Will wanted that, there was no way in hell Callie was ever going to be equipped to give it to him. She doesn’t have a dominant bone in her body when it comes to sex. She may be stubborn, strong willed, and independent, but she’s not a dominant in the bedroom. More than anything, I wanted her to understand that sometimes people weren’t compatible in their sexual needs and that it was simply a matter of not fitting together right.

Ultimately, I told her, “If you want more details, talk to Bridger. He can tell you much more about the lifestyle than I can.”

The door to Zed’s opens up and my shoulders tense, then immediately relax when I see ol’ Joe Crane coming out, loosening his belt just a bit. The man has no understanding of the word “moderation” when it comes to food. But then right behind Joe, Callie walks out, followed by Will, and I stand up straight from my perch and throw the piece of straw to the ground.

I laser my eyes onto both of them, trying to glean where they stand in this moment of their relationship. While Callie confided in me last night that it was absolutely over in her mind, I knew damn well that Will would use every trick in his lawyer arsenal to get her to change her mind. I’m here, stalking her at this moment, because if it so much as looks like she’s giving him a second chance, I’m prepared to knock the motherfucker out, grab Callie, and kidnap her until I can talk sense into that beautiful head.

When they hit the sidewalk, Callie turns to face Will, who tucks his hands in the pockets of his dress pants while his head hangs low. Seriously? Who fucking wears dress pants in Wyoming on a Saturday?

Callie says something to him, he gives a short nod, then says something to her, to which she shakes her head no and says something back to him. I imagine the conversation to have been like this.

Callie: You understand that you’re a real turd and a jackass?

Will: Yes, I’m a total idiot. But wasn’t I at least good in the sack?

Callie: No. I’ve been fucked by Woolf Jennings and nothing could ever compare to that.

I snicker to myself but then instantly scowl as she leans in to him, one hand on his chest and her lips heading toward… okay, just a kiss on the cheek. I can handle that.

Will hangs his head and then turns to walk away. I watch for a few moments as he heads toward The Wort Hotel, my eyes cutting back to Callie, who stands there and watches him. When he’s out of sight, her shoulders sag and I feel an intense and immediate need to soothe her. I look both ways before trotting across the street. Stepping up onto the sidewalk, I start walking toward her. It takes her only a moment to see me and the sadness in her eyes stabs at me, not only because I don’t like her to be in pain, but mostly because I don’t want her to be sad over another man. That does nothing to stroke my ego.

“What are you doing here?” she asks when I’m just a few feet from her.

I don’t answer, but instead, I walk right into her where I wrap her up in a hug. One arm around the top of her back, the other around the bottom, pressing her into me. She’s only startled a moment but then her arms come around my waist where she squeezes me back.

“Just came to make sure you’re okay,” I tell her before placing a kiss on the top of her head.

It’s funny, how easy that sweet intimacy comes to me. I’m not a hugger or a cuddler. I’m a fucker, and I mean that in a complimentary way about myself. I fuck, I give orgasms, I get one, and then I’m gone.

But for some reason, I knew Callie needed a hug. I got a rush of some weird type of pleasure when she accepted it, and then it magnified when she returned the gesture. Weird in the way that it felt like my chest was filled with fluffy, warm puppies or something.

Fucking really weird, but in a good way.

Callie pulls back but before she can get too far away, I lean down and kiss her. I thought it would be sweet, just a quick brush of lips against each other, but then I can’t fucking help myself. Her warm body still in close to me, I go ahead and deepen the kiss. She gives a tiny moan while gripping my shirt with her hands, but she only engages me for a moment before pulling away and taking a step back.

“What are you doing?” she asks, looking around with wild eyes.

So cute. She’s feeling shy about me kissing her in public.

“I don’t understand what the problem is, babe. You didn’t mind me fucking you in front of someone the other night,” I say wickedly, just so I can see that pretty blush.

I’m rewarded as I knew I would be, and she hisses at me low, “That’s crude.”

“And you love it,” I say with surety. “In fact, I’m betting you’ve thought about that a time or two since that night, right?”

She gives a tiny, girlish snarl and spins on her heel, walking away from me. I chuckle and in two strides, I’m caught up to her. I take her hand and lace my fingers with hers, which is a move I’ve never done before, yet it just seemed so right in this moment. She tries to pull away, but I hold tight.

“Where are you going?” I ask amiably.