"You should have at least mentioned me beforehand. I felt like you were throwing me in a pen with wild dogs for a while."

I giggle. "They aren't violent."

"No, but they're vicious. I know I can't f.u.c.k up."

"You better not."

He rubs my back while talking. "I don't plan on it, babe. I'm doing the best I know how."

"It's enough for me."

It really is. I've never felt happier, especially around Wes and my sister Cammie. In fact, the entire time we sat across from them I never once felt like they were anything more than family. I didn't have hard feelings. There wasn't resentment. They brought me to Cob. I'm with him because of them, and I have to look at it that way. I'm happy, finally after a long time coming.

"Do you think we're rushing into this, Callie?"

When he asks me this I worry. "No. Do you?"

"It feels fine to me. I don't see how we could possibly slow down now. Why would we? Aren't you happy?"

"Very. I wouldn't have brought you here if I wasn't."

"Just be patient with me. Being a couple is new to me. There will probably come a time when I need guidance and understanding. I know I'll f.u.c.k up at some point."

"What if I do? How would you handle it?"

He's playing with my hands while he searches for his answer. "We'll have to talk through it."

"I don't expect you to be perfect."

"Good, because I'm not even close," he admits.

"I went into this thinking you were a male wh.o.r.e. I hope you never prove that a.s.sumption to still be true."

"It's only you. I wouldn't have asked you to be my girlfriend like a teenager with a constant rock hard c.o.c.k. I wouldn't have made the effort, and I certainly wouldn't be here with you now. When I say you're special I mean it. After this is over I want to make plans to visit my family. I want you to be the first woman I ever bring home."

I get b.u.t.terflies when he says it. This is serious. It's the next step in our relationship. We're taking it to that level, and I can't help but feel giddy.

Chapter 20.

Cob I've been a.s.signed to the downstairs couch to sleep during our visit. Since Callie and I don't live together I'm used to spending some nights apart, but at least I'm in the comfort of my own bed. The couch is cozy, but there's no room to spread out. I'm nearly six foot tall, so my feet are lifted up on the arms to fit my size. Mrs. Healy, who has asked me to call her Amy, has put down a sheet and given me a comfortable blanket and two pillows. She apologized for not offering Cammie or Ca.s.sie's bedroom, but said Mr. Healy preferred if I wasn't on the same floor as Callie. I feel like a teenager, but not in a good way. He's overprotective, and if I didn't care about her so much I wouldn't understand why.

I suspected the third degree, and a bit of teasing. I knew they'd want to ask questions, and test the seriousness of our relationship. If I wasn't comfortable with it I wouldn't have tortured myself and come.

While I lay there going over the details of the day I hear the stairs creaking. I'd be lying if I didn't hope it was Callie, and as she climbs on top of me and kisses me, I begin to wonder if I'll be able to stop her.

She pulls away before the question gets answered. "Come with me," she whispers.

"h.e.l.l no," I softly reply.

"My father said we couldn't sleep together under his roof. He never said we couldn't do it somewhere else. Grab the pillows and follow me."

I'm hesitant, but she's relentless. She will taunt me until I crack. It happens more often than I care to admit. I'm weak when it comes to her temptation. I take the two pillows under my arm and lace my hand with hers. She leads us into the kitchen and out the back door. It's pitch black. The sounds of insects are everywhere. The sky is full of stars and a big bright moon that's in the shape of a crescent. She pulls me along as if she's not freaked out by nature and her surroundings. I know she's probably done this a thousand times; snuck out and gotten into trouble with her sisters, or maybe even by herself. Tonight is different. She's an adult, and we're doing this to be together. It's exciting and pretty d.a.m.n stupid at the same time. If her father discovers our betrayal he'll take action in ridding me from her life. I know he won't make progress with it, but it will still cause hardship.

We walk through a wheat field and come to a smaller pole building. She tugs me inside and closes the door behind us. I'm left standing alone with two pillows until I see a light flash on. It's a lantern. She's waving me to follow her up a ladder. Since I'm in my bare feet and wondering what I'm stepping on, I do as she suggests. When I get to the top of the ladder I see her sitting down on an old futon. She opens a wooden chest and pulls out a couple blankets, spreading them out on top of it. She speaks with her normal tone. "You can relax. They won't come looking."

"How can you be sure?"

"Trust me. They won't. My sister and I used to play up here. The barn where we had family dinner has an upstairs for entertainment, but we were younger than the others and they never let us hang out with them, so we made our own cool hangout place." She motions for me to joining her by patting the mattress of the futon. "Lose the clothes."

"You're insane. Don't you think we should chill until the visit is over?"

She shakes her head. "Nope. I want you right now, and I don't give a d.a.m.n who knows it."

I walk over to the futon and lean forward to kiss her. "You're being naughty. You know I can't resist it when you act this way."

She backs up so I'm unable to reach her. "I know." I watch her shirt lift over her head. "You need to be rewarded for today. I plan on taking all that pent up stress away."

My pants are being shoved down off my ankles, while I'm yanking the shirt off and tossing it on the old wooden floor. "Show me what you've got, babe."

Our lips crash together.

My hands draw her near as we fall down on the fresh laid blankets. The old bar walls rumble as a gust of wind sweeps across the fields outside, reminding me where we are and how we've snuck out to be able to do it. The danger involved in this act makes it ridiculously tempting. I can't stop myself from taking her, and I know I won't stop until we're both satisfied.

Right now I feel famished. Little kisses here and there all day have left me in an uncomfortable state. As Callie works her way down between my legs I begin to realize I'm about to be taken care in the most erotic of ways.

She takes my c.o.c.k fully in her hand and strokes it while teasing the tip with her tongue. The lantern flickers, but it's enough light to see a strand of saliva spanning from the tip of her tongue to the head of my d.i.c.k.

She pulls away only to dive back down, this time taking me in as far as she's able to handle.

She starts going at it, and I'm torn between watching her work her magic, or staring at the door in case her father barges in with a shot gun.

The sounds her mouth makes as she sloshes over my c.o.c.k makes it jump with excitement. She's got a good start groove as she works her tight lips, sucking until the blood rises in my shaft. When I'm about to blow I attempt to remove her mouth, but she refuses the offer. She catches my load and remains attached to my tip until I've finally settled.

I'm in amazement as my girlfriend dips lower and licks the skin of my b.a.l.l.s, sucking them in and humming against them. I'm incapable of being able to handle it, so I finally lift her back up to my face.

Callie takes her tongue and licks my chin. She teases my lips with hers, but refuses to kiss me. This goes on until I can tell she completely flushed and turned on. She needs relief and I'm just the man to give it to her.

I scoop her into my arms and pull that p.u.s.s.y up until it's sitting directly over my face, and then I feast on her, tasting her arousal as I peruse my way inside of her c.u.n.t. Her body is shattering above me. I can feel the trembles as her tight walls contract against my tongue. She's falling into a pool of euphoria and I'm the culprit who made it happen. To celebrate, I shove her back down and crash my mouth against hers. Her salty lips are a reminder of what she's done to me, and the result.

This woman makes me crazy. I want her like no other before. Being with her feels so right. There isn't a doubt left in my bones. She's makes me better. She makes my future come to life with possibilities. I never expected to feel this way, yet I wouldn't go back and change a thing.

Chapter 21.

Callie I find my mother in the kitchen sitting in front of a steaming cup of hot coffee. I make myself a cup with extra cream before sitting with her. "Good morning."

"Hey you." She reaches across the table. "It's good to have you home."

"Yeah, it's nice to be here."

"You seem happy, honey. Your father and I were talking about it last night. He was glad to see Cob on the couch this morning. What time did you guys come in from the barn?"

I should have known she'd figure us out. My mom has eyes in the back of her head. She always has. "We came in around four. I wanted to make sure we weren't discovered. Do you think Dad knows?"

"He snored most of the night. I never felt the bed move once. The first place he went was to look for your boyfriend and when he found him sleeping on the couch he seemed pleased."

"Cob is a good guy. He treats me well."

"I can see that. I was surprised to learn you were involved so soon. I know you've been through a lot. I worry about you."

"Mom, I'm okay. Like I said before, we knew each other before."

"I a.s.sume he's older?"

"Only a few years. Does it make a difference? Bella's husband is much older and they have a great relationship. You're older than dad."

"Don't remind me. He never lets me forget it."

We both laugh. "Mom, I think I love him. You must think I'm crazy. I promise I'm not. I wasn't looking for a boyfriend. When we ran into each other I was out to dinner with Chris and Addy. I never expected he'd be in Kentucky. After that we hit it off. I told him all about Cammie and Wes, and he was supportive and understanding. We're great friends."

"I'm glad you've found someone that makes you happy. I hate that you're so far away, and that you kept him a secret for so long, but he really does seem like a nice guy."

"Do you think it would be okay if I invited him to Thanksgiving? I mean, I know it's months away, but I'd like to know he's welcome."

"You really are thinking long-term."

I smile. "I am."

"Have you met his parents?"

I shake my head. "Not yet. He says we're going there soon. They live in Pennsylvania."

"Do you know anything about them?"

I shrug. "They own a few hotels, but they're not rich. His parents are still married. He has a sister in college, and that's how we met."

"Just be yourself and I'm sure they'll love you."

"That means a lot to me."

My mom is quiet for a second. "Have you spoken to your sister since you've been gone?"

"Last night was the first time. It's not because I don't want to. She's the first person I wanted to tell about Cob, but I knew she'd think I was only bragging about it because I wanted her to think I was over Wes. I am over him. I don't think about him at all. I've moved on with my life. I see that they belong together and I'm happy for them."

"I hope your relationship with Cob continues to grow into something you can cherish for years to come. All I want is for all my children to be happy."

"So you approve?" I ask.

"Very much."

After my conversation with my mother, I feel like the weekend gets smoother. Cob and my dad begin to have normal conversations. Sat.u.r.day night they sat out on the porch talking about work and the ranch for hours, while I remained inside catching up with my mom.

When it's time to say goodbye on Sunday I feel good about our visit. Cob shakes hands with my father, and I'm optimistic they'll invite him to return and visit again.

We're not even five miles down the road when he pulls out his phone and makes a surprising call. "Mom, it's me. What are you doing next weekend? I'm asking because I want to come and visit. I'd like to bring my girlfriend for you to meet."

He's quiet as he listens and plays with my hand.

"Yes, you heard me right. I'm bringing a real woman for you and dad to meet. Don't plan on making your meatloaf. I don't want you scaring her off. Oh and baby pictures are off limits, especially the naked ones."

I wait until the call ends to address what's going on. "So we're going to meet your parents next weekend?"

"Let's just get it over with. We'll meet my mom and pops and never have to worry about it again. Besides, I think you deserve to be tortured after not telling your family about me."

"True."

"Then it's settled. You'll be feasting on my mom's terrible food all next weekend."

"What about the pancakes?"

"Let's hope she makes them for every meal."

Back in Kentucky, I force myself into the routine of work and pretending I don't have a serious boyfriend, but come Monday night I'm being bombarded with questions I'm afraid to answer.

When I've finally come to the conclusion that this will pa.s.s, and I can't hide him forever, I decide to have Cob over and nonchalantly introduce him to a few people he wouldn't have come in contact with from work.

I can tell he's nervous as I open the door to the main house. After giving him a tour, including the one leading us to frolic in my bed for a time, we're standing in front of the kitchen table. Aunt Kay is cutting up potatoes, I hope for her famous salad she prepares, though it's most likely for a church event.

Cob quickly ducks back in the next room shaking his head. I follow him, hoping I wasn't seen. "What's going on?"

"She knows me. I had to attend the hearing."

I take a few deep breaths and weigh out my options. "Look, this has to happen. The job isn't you. They have to come to understand that."

"It's not going to be easy. Once people decide they hate someone, it usually sticks."

"It wasn't the case with me and you."