I split her bra in half next, my hungry hands filling themselves with her tits as she gasped against my mouth. She raked her fingernails down my back and grabbed the hem of my shirt to pull it over my head. My lips only left hers for a brief second before they met again and that fire between us ignited into an inferno.
Both our hands blindly tugged and pulled at our clothes until there was nothing between us, our heated bodies skin to skin. I’d managed to swipe a condom out of my pants before she tore them off me and I slid it on quickly before she lifted her hips and fit me inside her in one swift motion.
“Fuck, Callie,” I moaned as she enveloped me, her insides hot and wet. She gasped as I bottomed out inside her, her body writhing with a shiver before she started to move.
I held onto her hips as they rose and fell on my lap, driving the both of us higher than we’d ever been before. I didn’t know what made this time different, but it was.
Deeper.
Fuller.
Harder.
Faster.
It was so much more than anything I’d ever felt before and I knew it wouldn’t be long before we both fell apart at the seams.
Her movements got wilder as her fingernails dug into my skin and her kiss turned feral. I helped her along, lifting her hips off me and slamming her back down onto my thighs with every thrust.
Finally, she gasped again and shuddered around me, whispering, “I love you. I love you. I love you,” over and over in my ear.
It was enough to send me spiraling as I gripped her thighs hard enough to bruise and emptied myself inside her.
She peppered soft kisses along my stubbled jaw as I fought to catch my breath. She was still whispering “I love you” against my skin as I eased myself out of her and pulled her against my chest.
“I love you too, Callie girl,” I breathed into her hair.
We sat like that for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow and regaining our equilibrium. Finally, she placed a sweet kiss on my lips and sat up straight, her eyes zeroing in on her ruined bra and shirt. She shot me an exasperated look and I just smiled wide at her.
“What am I supposed to wear now, Carter?”
I shrugged and reached for my t-shirt. “You can wear this.”
She smiled softly and pulled it on over her head. It was about three sizes too big, but she looked so cute in it, I had to kiss her again.
Her smile grew as she turned her head and sniffed her shoulder. “I smell like you now.”
Something primitive inside me roared to life and my chest expanded with a deep breath. Not only would she smell like me because she was wearing my shirt, but also because we’d just made love. That did something to a man.
“Good,” I grunted.
She giggled and climbed off my lap to grab her jeans and pull them back on. “At least I got to keep my pants. There’s no way I could wear yours.”
I gave her a half-hearted laugh as my mind raced ahead to things I’d rather not think about but couldn’t avoid. Callie said she was sorry, and she’d been wrong to hide our relationship, but did that really mean she was ready to be with me out in the open? To tell her family? To tell the pack?
There was only one way to find out.
I cleared my throat as I slid my jeans up my legs and fastened them. “So, what happens now?”
She shrugged as she knotted my shirt at her waist. “What do you mean?”
I watched her as I cautiously constructed my next sentence. “I mean where do we go from here?”
She frowned in my direction. “Um, dinner? It’s getting kind of late.”
Okay. That was a start.
“We’re going to dinner together?”
She shrugged again. “I don’t see why not.”
“As a couple?”
“If that’s what you want.”
I raised a brow at her. “Is that what you want?”
She sighed and propped her hands on her hips. “Well, I’d kind of like to tell my family myself before the whole pack knows about it. I feel like it’ll go over better that way.”
“Okay,” I said slowly. “When do you want to tell them?”
“Is tomorrow okay?”
I nodded slowly, still not sure if this was going to send her running or if she’d been serious about going public. “Tomorrow works for me.”
“In the meantime, we can tell your family tonight,” she offered, a small hopeful smile on her face.
I felt my answering grin pulling at my lips. “Yeah? You really wanna tell ‘em?”
She rolled her eyes and closed the distance between us, her arms circling my waist and her head tilting back to look me in the eye. “I meant what I said, Wyatt. I’m all in.”
I wasted no time kissing those pretty pink lips of hers before wrapping an arm around her shoulders and heading back toward the house. “I think I should warn you about Ma.”
I felt Callie tense beneath my arm. “You don’t think she’ll be happy about this?”
I snorted. “I think she’s gonna lose her fuckin’ mind over this. She loves the shit out of you, Callie girl. You know that.”
Her smile was huge as she snuggled closer to me. “What about Wes?”
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly as I thought about that one. “He’s got nothing against you, but he’s been cynical about us from the start.”
“Why?” she asked softly.
“You need to understand how we grew up. We were always treated
