Chapter Five

Emily

My heart is racing as we walk hand in hand deeper into the forest with his two large German Shepherds trailing behind us.

This has the makings of horror movies written all over it and perhaps a part of me should fear this giant who lives deep in the mountains, but I’m not. It’s quite the opposite, as I’m practically vibrating with the need to have more.

Less than an hour ago, I was practically whining to get off this mountain and now, I don’t want to get off it. With him around, I start to enjoy the beauty the forest provides.

The cool breeze of this part of the mountain softly caresses my skin, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. Sunlight filters through the canopy above, creating a mesmerizing play of light and shadow on the forest floor. The towering trees sway gracefully, and I lose myself in the beauty that I almost trip and fall on my face, but Callan has a firm grip on my hand.

“Careful,” he says in his deep growly voice, and it sends a hot rush of heat rolling down my back. I bite my lip and turn to look at the man so tall he’s practically looming over me. He looks menacing with his buzzcut, thick beard, and the scar on the side of his face, and I find myself wondering what he looked like with his boyish features before the world hardened him. And yet, I can’t conjure the image.

I want to ask him about it, but it’s clear from yesterday’s reaction that discussing his past is a sore spot. To be fair, my past is a sore spot too, so I can’t exactly judge the man for wanting to leave it all behind.

Callan squeezes my hand, and I snap out of my thoughts, blinking up at him owlishly. “Yeah?”

“Are you tired? We’re almost there, but I can carry you if you’re tired.”

I flush at his words and it’s at the tip of my mouth to take up his offer, but I shake my head. “I’m not tired, just thirsty.” He squeezes my hand in assurance as he guides me through the thick bushes when it occurs to me. “How did Brutus get stuck in the bushes?”

“That’s Barry,” he corrects, pointing at the smaller of the two dogs. “We were fishing when he chased down a bird into the forest. He is more playful than his brother.”

Speaking of brothers, “Are you really related to Bigfoot?” I blurt out, flushing red when I realize what I’ve just said. If the locals are to be trusted, the man called “Bigfoot” has lived in the mountains for more than a decade and terrorizes tourists hence the name. Even so, I feel a twinge of guilt at speaking the title out loud and in front of his supposed brother of all people. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that–”

“It’s fine,” Callan says, and I peek at his face, but instead of anger from calling his brother bigfoot, I notice his lips twitch with a smile. “Yes, Shaw is his name, and he is my younger brother. He lives on the other side of the mountain with his girlfriend. He doesn’t mind that everyone calls him bigfoot.”

Oh. I wonder if I’ll ever get to meet the town legend. I’ve heard so much from the locals about him.

“Is he the reason you also moved in the mountains?”

Long beats of silence pass before he finally responds. “No.”

The man has made it clear that he hates the town so if not for his brother, why would he come back here? I want to drop the topic, but the curiosity is eating at me. Before I can ask him, however, Callan guides me into a clearing and my jaw drops to the ground.

When I followed this man into the forest, I was not expecting his home to look like something out of a painting, but it does.

My eyes are immediately drawn to his cabin. It’s massive, like something out of a fairytale. It stands tall and imposing, crafted from polished logs that gleam in the sunlight, the windows are large, offering a peek into the lavish interior.

“Oh My God,” I breathe, marveling at the grandeur before me. There is a massive balcony that I would bet my left arm provides a sweeping view of the forest. I barely look where I am going as Callan guides me towards the cabin. We pass the familiar red truck parked in front of the massive structure and walk to the door.

I expected a small rundown cabin, and I would have been fine with that as long as it had a bed inside, but this… My God, this is a luxurious haven nestled in the wilderness, a striking blend of opulence and, like the owner, a rugged charm.

My jaw is still on the ground when Callan lets us into his house and once again, I am struck mute. The living area is spacious, and the furniture is plush, but the man barely lets me get a good look at the space before guiding me to his kitchen. He lets go of my hand to grab a bottle of water from the fridge and uncaps it before passing it to me.

“Thanks,” I whisper, bringing the bottle to my lips, but my eyes are taking in the kitchen that looks like it comes straight from a magazine. When he opens the screen door for the dogs, I catch a clear view of a small rose garden in the backyard, and I almost follow them out.

“You’re curious,” Callan says. “The cabin was built and designed for some celebrity, but he ended up not buying it, so I did.”

I nod, handing him the half-empty bottle once I am done, waiting for him to tell me more about his cabin, or at least give me a tour but instead, he caps the water bottle and grabs my wrist, leading me up a flight of stairs.

“Callan… where are we going?”

“My bedroom.”

“B-but you haven’t even showed me around the place, yet.”

“Plenty of time to do that,” he says, pushing open the door at the end of the short hallway before guiding me into what I assume is the master bedroom. There is a large king-size bed seated in the center of the room with a white spread, but that’s not what immediately grabs my attention. On one side of the room the wall is made of glass, offering a breathtaking view of the forest. I start for it, but the hand on my wrist stops me when I try to walk towards it.

“I… I just want to take a look.”

“And you will.” Callan backs me to the bed, his heated eyes burning a trail of heat across my body when he runs them over me. “You asked me if my brother was the reason I moved here. Do you still want to know?”

My brows arch in confusion. Why would he bring that up now of all the times? Even so, I nod at his words. “Yes.”

“I moved here for you, Emily Lane,” he says ruggedly, leaning down and brushing his lips over mine so that I almost get distracted from the words he just spoke.

“Callan…”

“When I first saw this cabin, I thought it would be perfect for you. I could live in a hole, or some cave, but I only wanted the best for you.” He drops his forehead against mine when he speaks. “You’ll have plenty of time to tour the place and change what you don’t like about it. This is all yours, princess.”

Christ, what is he saying?

And why is my heart threatening to punch its way out of my chest, but also clenching painfully at the same time? No one has ever done anything for me before and here he is, telling me that he did all of this for me. He bought this magnificent piece of art with me in mind.

I don’t even care to think of how creepy this would sound to anyone else, when to me it means everything.

I don’t know what to say. Whatever words I can speak now would not cover half of what is going on in my heart or my mind, so I decide to express it in some other way.

With nerves frying through me, I back away from the man. My cheeks flare up with heat as I grab the hem of my shirt and draw it over my shoulders, before tossing it to the floor. My eyes drop from embarrassment, but I don’t stop, reaching back to undo my bra and bearing my naked chest to him. I pull down the straps, tossing it next to the shirt before grabbing the waistband of my leggings and tugging them down my legs. In seconds, I stand stripped in front of the giant. I brave a look at his expression, and find it dark, watching like a predator would its prey. Like a man holding himself back from pouncing.

“Get on the bed, princess,” he chokes out, and I don’t wait for him to tell me twice. I push back the covers and climb in, resisting the urge to tug them up over my body. My heart is racing in my chest as I lie back down to watch him undress, my eyes growing wider with every article of clothing he loses.

My nerves are practically frayed by the time his jeans drop to the floor. His chest is robust, chiseled like a Greek god, and dusted with black hair. I follow the dark trail down his ripped stomach, to the sharp V-line, and then to his hard, massive cock leaking precum eagerly from its tip.

Callan doesn’t say a word as he climbs on the bed and sets a knee between my thighs, forcing them to part wider for him and making me whimper. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you? Jerking my dick raw on this very bed with thoughts of you playing in my mind.”

A shudder wracks my body when he runs the back of his hand on my neck and down to my breasts, my breathing growing labored with every caress. I feel my abdomen clenches achingly when the man brushes his knuckles over my beaded nipples.

“You have no idea how many nights I’ve spent wishing I could walk into that diner, bend you over one of the tables, and fuck you raw in plain view of everyone…”

“Oh God,” I pant, my eyes fluttering to a close when the giant reaches up to pinch the peaked bud between his fingers, tugging gently. The pressure shoots pain and pleasure throughout my body, causing it to grow slick with arousal.

“…Or steal you from your job and bring you here. Spend the entire day with my face and my cock buried between your pussy, fucking you within every inch of this home in every way you can imagine. Doing it over and over again, until my name is the only name on your lips and your screams scare off every living animal in the forest.”

He drags his hand down my stomach and finally reaches where I want him to touch me most. I whimper when he rubs his middle finger over my damp folds, parting my lips as his eyes run hungrily over me. My back arches when his thick digit finally grazes the tingling nub between my legs, my eyes fluttering closed from the intensity of it all.

“Eyes on me!” he growls, forcing my eyes to snap open to lock on to his dark ones. “I want your pretty eyes on me when I fuck you, princess.”

“Oh!” I moan when he thrusts his middle finger into my opening, twisting it gently into me before pulling out. The initial discomfort quickly vanishes when he adds his thumb to the mix, using it to rub the swollen bud in circles as he continues to pump his middle finger into my pulsing sex. His expert fingers bring me closer to the edge, and my breathing grows shallow by the second.

Callan drops his free hand on the spot above my head for a second, before crashing his mouth with mine, swallowing my whimpers as he rubs fast circles around my clit. I bury my heels into the bed as the delicious tug in my belly intensifies.

God. Oh God.

“Mine,” he rasps against my lips before sweeping his tongue hotly over mine, engaging me in a dance so carnal it sends heat rocking my body. His fingers stroke me faster and harder until the storm breaks. I come with a sob, my back arching off the bed as he kisses me through the orgasm. “God, you’re so tight wrapped around my finger princess, I can’t wait to feel your tightness on my cock.”

My body is still trembling when he pulls his fingers from between my legs and replaces them with the hardness of his shaft. His pulsing tip resting at my entrance.

Up until this moment, I never really thought about my first time. I always figured it was an unpleasant experience that was best pushed to the back of my mind. One of those insignificant things people went through, but then Callan aroused something in me that wanted the experience to be anything but insignificant.

With him, it feels anything but.

It’s special.

I expect the discomfort when he inches his cock inside of me, stretching me with his thickness inch by inch. I even expect the pain when he slams his hips forward and impales me, the feeling leaving me full and achy.

What I don’t expect is the pain I read in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, baby. Are you okay?” he whispers, his voice deep and gentle. I can see in his eyes that he’s worried that the pain might be too much for me to bear, and somehow, his worry takes away most of it. When I focus on those dark eyes, I realize how much I want to pleasure him as well.

“I’m fine,” I whisper, bringing my hand to his jaw and stroking my fingers over his scar. “I’m okay.”

“Don’t lie to me, princess. I hate that I hurt you–”

I bring my hand to his nape and pull his lips down on mine, kissing his lips needily. Almost as if I didn’t just learn to kiss from the man. Needing to assure him that he doesn’t need to treat me like I’m made of glass. Not here at least.

I can take him. My gentle giant .

Christ, there is a desperation inside of me to please him. To make him feel half as good as he makes me.

“Take me, Cal,” I breathe into the kiss, the name slipping out easily from my lips. I bring my knee to his hip, whimpering when the move sends him deeper into me. “ Please . Make me yours.”

That is all he needs to hear for him to snap. He pulls out and drives back into me with a harsh grunt. “Fuuuck!” he growls roughly, smacking his hips down on mine as he sinks his thickness into me deeper and deeper. “You are so goddamned tight, baby. So, fucking gorgeous the way you take my cock.”

I tilt my head back when his lips drop to my neck, giving him more access to the vulnerable part of my body. His breathing is heavy as he rakes his teeth over my throat, licking a path up my neck as he drives his thick cock into me over and over again.

“Callan,” I whimper when his tempo picks up, his muscles straining hard against mine as he rocks his cock faster and harder into me.

“Going to breed you, baby, flood this tight little cunt with my seed and get you swollen with my child.” His thrusts turn rougher, wilder, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders with a whimper as he continues to pump his cock into my slick pussy, faster and harder until it sends the bed creaking underneath us. “Fuck, I’m so close baby,” he grinds, pain laced in his voice as he rolls his hips on top of mine, rocking hard into me. From his harsh breathing, I can tell he is close.

Callan drops a hand between my legs and strums my swollen nub with his middle finger as his thrusts grow urgent, almost feral.

“Yes, Oh God,” I cry out as pleasure builds up from the spot he’s teasing before spreading to the rest of my body and exploding. I come with a loud cry, my body shaking hard underneath his, cinching hard around his thickness as dark spots shoot behind my eyes.

“So, fucking gorgeous,” Callan says hoarsely, slamming his shaft harder into me and it only takes three thrusts before he’s spilling his hot seed into my womb. He buries his face into my neck, rutting into me like a beast in heat, driving his cock harder into me, that it’s almost brutal as he buries ropes of his seed deep, until I’ve milked him dry. He’s still panting from exertion when he rolls off me to my side before drawing me into his arms.

Callan presses his lips to my temple and keeps them there for a long time, before pulling back to bury his face in my hair. “I’m sorry,” my giant whispers, wrapping his arms tighter around me. “I didn’t mean to take it so hard on your first time. I…”

“It was perfect,” I whisper, nuzzling his chest and breathing in his strong masculine scent. My sex is a bit sore from what we just did, but I wouldn’t take a moment out of it back. Everyone thinks they have Callan figured out, but the man is a gentle giant, far from the monster everyone pegs him to be. From the moment I met him, he’s been nothing but caring to me.

And God, I want this to last.

When he calls me his, my heart aches with the need for his words to be true. I have never belonged anywhere or with anyone. I was a ward of the state until I wasn’t. After I aged out, I was truly alone, navigating the world and its dangers with no one and nothing to fall back on.

And then out of nowhere there was this mountain man who seems to have created a world just for me. A home I’ve never had. A family I never thought I would get.

I kiss the arm wrapped around my body and send a silent plea to the universe to let me keep this little piece of happiness, and I would never ask for anything else ever again.

Please.