Chapter 21

Violet

‘ Let your husband get his fill .’ It’s the most erotic sentence that has ever been spoken to me. My body was already burning with need, begging for some kind of release, but after that sentence I’m on fire.

I do as he asks and spread my legs. It’s been a long time since I’ve been intimate with someone and even longer since someone has been where Callum is going. I’m excited and nervous as his large hands grab onto my thighs, pushing my legs wider.

“So wet for me.” It’s a whisper but it seems to echo loudly around these tent walls. He’s right though. I’m dripping wet and it’s all for him.

His head dips down and before I can even process what’s happening, his tongue drags from my entrance to my clit. It’s slow, and his warm breath blows against me causing a moan to slip out before I’m ready.

The moan just spurs him on. He growls against me, unleashing what I can only describe as a frantic, desperate need to push me over the edge. His fingers dig into my thighs, his tongue lashes out against my clit at a speed I didn’t even know was possible. It feels so good, so right. I’m no longer in control of my body as the most erotic moment of my life plays out.

My hips lift, pushing my pussy against his face. I rub against him, riding him like he said he wanted. I don’t know where this courage is coming from because I’m normally more reserved in the bedroom, but maybe that’s been the problem.

My fingers sink into his hair and I moan loudly as he slides his fingers down to my entrance. “Oh God, don’t stop,” I beg, moving faster against him.

He moans against me, sending a chill up my body and my back arches. He pulls back and I groan, tugging his hair to get him back.

“Hearing my wife beg me is fucking hot, but I promise you, Violet I have no intentions of stopping after this. Not until your orgasm rips through you. Keep riding my face like the greedy girl you are. I’m about to make you see fucking stars.”

Before I can even find my voice his mouth is back on me. He licks, sucks, and nips at me, sending me into overdrive. My body is edging closer to finding its release and I’ve never in my life wanted something so badly.

“Yes, it feels so good,” I cry out, rubbing against his face.

He removes one hand from my thigh and bites down on my clit as he slams two fingers deep inside me.

“Fuck! Oh my God,” I scream and there’s no doubt everyone can hear me. I don’t care though. The only thing I care about is getting the release that I’m so close to finding.

He fucks me with his fingers and what talented fingers they are. If he can make me feel like this with just his finger, I can only imagine what he can do with his cock.

My fingers hold tighter in his hair as he groans. It’s incredibly hot knowing he’s enjoying this as much as I am.

And damn am I enjoying it.

As his fingers work me over, his tongue continues its punishing speed against my very sensitive bundle. I feel my body tightening, edging close to release. I can’t stop moaning as he makes me feel things I’ve never experienced before.

“I’m so close, oh God,” I cry out as my body begins to shake.

I don’t know how it’s possible but his fingers move faster as his tongue ravishes my clit. I can’t fight it, it hits me like a tsunami.

“Yes, Callum, yes!”

My orgasm rips through me, the strongest I’ve ever experienced. Callum continues sucking on my clit as his fingers slam into me, which only causes my release to go on and on. It’s erotic, it’s incredible, it’s life-changing.

After my body drops back down to the air mattress, Callum slowly removes his fingers. He places soft kisses on my pussy, making me smile as I open my eyes. It’s such a sweet gesture, completely the opposite of everything that just happened.

Callum sits back on his haunches and locks his eyes with mine. He doesn’t say a word, just puts his fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean.

“Fucking hell,” I whisper, shocked and turned on by the erotic sight.

“Fucking delicious.” He moves, now on top of me, staring down. His eyes are soft as he searches my face. “That will be happening again.”

I smile as I reach up and rest my hand on his handsome face. “That was unbelievable. My husband is very talented.”

He grins down at me and places a soft kiss on my lips. “My wife is sexy as hell.”

We share another kiss, and this one is different. It’s slow, soft, almost tentative, like we’re trying to convey emotions that words haven’t caught up to yet. His lips move against mine with a gentleness that feels intimate, more than just physical. It’s as if we’re speaking without saying a thing, the quiet understanding between us growing with every second.

There’s a depth to it, something that makes my chest tighten in a way I didn’t expect. This kiss isn’t just about passion. It’s about connection. It feels like it means something. Something bigger than what’s happening between these flimsy tent walls, like we’ve crossed an invisible line into something real, something significant. And I don’t want to pull back, because I’m not afraid of it anymore.

I feel his hand settle on my cheek, and his thumb brushes lightly across my skin, sending shivers through my entire body. There’s a tenderness in his touch that’s making it harder to breathe, and I can’t help but lean into it, wanting more.

The kiss lingers, but when we finally pull apart, our foreheads rest against each other. I open my eyes, meeting his, and there’s a softness in them I haven’t seen before, like he’s asking me for something—trust, maybe? A leap of faith? I don’t know exactly, but I’m ready to find out.

I’m ready to discover what this means—for both of us. Because after everything, I realize I want to know him, all of him. And I want him to know me. No more pretending, no more walls. I think we’ve just opened a door we can’t close, and strangely, I’m okay with that.

More than okay.

The camping trip was so much fun, and in ways, I never could have predicted. It felt magical, like stepping into a moment outside of reality, where everything between Callum and me shifted in the best possible way. I’m so happy we decided to go, that we had those days together in the wild, away from everything.

But as amazing as it was, there’s no better feeling than being home. There’s a kind of comfort here that’s hard to beat. I’ve been up since dawn, working on the ranch, the familiar routine grounding me after all the unexpected twists of the trip. Still, I can’t keep the smile off my face.

The memories of Callum and me—our kiss, the laughs, the connection we built—keep replaying in my mind like a favorite song. I find myself grinning every time I think about it. I can’t help it. There’s this feeling that spreads through me when I remember how things went down between us, and for the first time in a long while, I feel… hopeful.

The hot sun beats down on my back as I check on the horses, and even this simple task feels different today. The air seems lighter, the sky bluer, everything brighter. I feel like I’m living in a fucking fairytale. I take a moment to lean against the fence, watching the horses graze, my fingers running along the worn wood as I soak in the beauty of the ranch. It’s peaceful here, but it’s not the ranch that’s making me feel so content it’s what happened out there on that camping trip.

It’s Callum.

I catch myself thinking about him constantly, about the way he looked at me, the way he made me feel like I was the only person in the world that mattered. A part of me still can’t believe how things have changed between us. It’s as if that trip cracked open something inside of us, something real, and now there’s no going back. Not that I’d want to.

And then, as if my thoughts conjure him, I hear the familiar sound of Callum’s truck pulling up to the house. My heart skips a beat, and I feel that same excitement bubbling up inside me, just like I did on the hike to the waterfall. Only this time we aren’t going to the waterfall, we’re going on our first date to the Rusty Spur.

With a deep breath and a smile I can’t suppress, I turn to greet him.

"You’re home early,” I say, holding my hand over my eyes to shield the sun as I watch Callum step out of his truck.

“Yeah, they say we can’t open until tomorrow. They finally got the water main break taken care of, but apparently, they need another day,” he explains, his voice relaxed but warm. “So, I figured I’d come see if you need my help.”

It’s such a simple gesture, but it makes my heart race in my chest. The fact that he’s here, offering to help on the ranch even when he didn’t have to, makes me feel all sorts of things. This is new for us and I can’t deny how much I’m enjoying it.

I smirk, teasing him a little. “I’m pretty much done, but how about you get a lesson on how to muck the stalls?” I giggle, knowing full well it’s not the most glamorous job.

He raises an eyebrow, a mix of curiosity and challenge flashing in his eyes. He’s uncertain, but I know Callum—he won’t back down from a challenge, even one that involves shoveling manure. “Show me the way,” he says with a grin, extending his hand toward me.

I take it, his grip warm and firm, and lead him toward the barn. His fingers slide between mine effortlessly, and I have to remind myself that this is real, that we’re really doing this—working together, being together in ways that feel so natural now. As we walk, I can feel my pulse quicken, the excitement bubbling under my skin from just being near him. It’s crazy how easily we’ve fallen into this rhythm.

“So, lesson one,” I say as we reach the stalls, “always start with the cleanest one so you don’t feel totally defeated right away.”

Callum chuckles, and the sound sends a wave of heat through me. “You make it sound like there’s strategy involved.”

“Oh, there is,” I reply, handing him a shovel. “I’ve been doing this long enough to know that there’s definitely a method to the madness.”

He takes the shovel from me, eyes glinting with amusement. “All right, show me how it’s done, teacher.”

I bite my lip to keep from grinning too hard, but I can’t help it. Being here with Callum, sharing these moments is something I didn’t expect to love as much as I do. I show him the basics, and despite the messy task at hand, we find ourselves laughing more than anything. His playful attitude makes it easier, more fun, and I can’t help but notice how even doing chores together feels like something special.

As he works beside me, a little awkward but determined, I feel that heat in my chest growing. Callum is full of surprises, and every time I think I have him figured out, he shows me another side of himself.

When we finish, I wipe the sweat from my forehead with my sleeve and grin at Callum. "Well, you did good for your first time mucking stalls," I tease, my voice playful but sincere. "Now I think we both need to get cleaned up if we’re going to be ready for our date."

He chuckles, shaking out his arms. "Yeah, I think I’ll need a shower after that."

We head inside, the excitement building as we both go our separate ways to get ready. I’m practically buzzing as I step into the shower, the hot water washing away the grime but not the butterflies that have taken up residence in my stomach. The Rusty Spur is the perfect place for our first official date, and I can’t wait to see how the night unfolds. I’ve never been on a date with my husband before, and the thought makes me both nervous and giddy.

Once I’m out of the shower and dressed, I take a moment to check my reflection. My hair is down, soft waves falling over my shoulders, and I’m wearing a casual but cute outfit—jeans, a fitted blouse, and my favorite boots. It’s simple, but I feel good, confident even, which isn’t something I usually feel when I think about going on dates.

As I step into the living room, my breath catches in my throat. Callum is already there, leaning against the wall, waiting for me and damn, he looks insanely hot. He’s dressed in dark jeans that fit him perfectly, a snug button-up shirt that shows off his broad shoulders and muscular arms, and his usual rugged charm is only enhanced by the way his hair falls just a little messier than usual. It’s almost unfair how good he looks.

Our eyes meet, and for a moment, we just stare at each other. The tension is there again, thick and electric, but this time it’s mixed with excitement. The air between us crackles, and I can’t help but smile as I take him in. He’s staring at me too, his gaze sweeping over me from head to toe, and I can tell by the way his eyes darken that he likes what he sees.

"Wow," Callum finally says, his voice low and rough in a way that sends a shiver down my spine. "You look... incredible."

I feel a blush creep up my neck as I smile, trying to play it cool even though his words make my heart race. "You clean up pretty well yourself."

We stand there for a second longer, the anticipation hanging in the air between us. This feels big, like we’re crossing another line, stepping into something new together. And I’m not nervous. I’m excited.

"You ready to go, Mrs. Atwood?" Callum asks, offering me his hand.

"More than ready," I reply, slipping my hand into his. The warmth of his touch sends a thrill through me as we walk out to his truck, the night ahead of us full of promise.