“Babe,” I say thickly. Her eyes focus a bit on me, and she licks at her lower lip. I push in deep, hold still for a moment, and just let Bridger’s tongue work a bit. “You okay, baby?”

She grunts, and I take that as approval.

“I want you to come for me and Bridger, okay?”

She grunts again, and Bridger sucks on her hard.

I pull out and slam back in.

Callie’s back arches high up off the mattress as she screams out, and her pussy contracts hard around my cock as she starts coming. Bridger immediately pulls away from us, and I fall on top of her. My hips start a brutal thrusting in and out. Callie groans and cries as her body shakes. I grind my pelvis down against her hard with each push, drawing her orgasm out. My eyes cut over to Bridger, and he’s stroking his cock hard as he watches me fuck her.

It’s too much.

It’s all too much, and I explode viciously inside of her. I cry her name out so loudly, it reverberates inside the room, and I’m immediately struck with the fact I have no control where she’s concerned. The woman whose identity I was desperately trying to protect tonight just got outed because I couldn’t handle how fucking good that orgasm felt.

I collapse on top of her. Her arms and legs wrap around me, holding me close as I shudder violently. My face turns to rest on her shoulder, and I see Bridger has a woman on her knees in front of him, sucking his cock.

The other people in the room are disrobing. Kissing, fondling, groping. In moments, there will be fucking. I’m absolutely depleted with a beautiful woman lying beneath me, and I think I may have just tarnished every bit of sweetness that was inside of her.

Turning back to Callie, I burrow in against her neck, pressing my lips to her moist skin and whisper her name this time. I say her name in wonder and partly in shame, because I think I may have just led her down a path I’m not sure I want either one of us on.

As people start to fuck, I pull Callie from the bed. I gather my clothes and her robe, and we sidestep the orgy in progress to head back to the bathroom.

As soon as the door is shut behind us, I turn to her and sift my fingers through her hair as it falls from the hole in the back. “Have to leave the hood on until we get out of the cabin.”

She nods as she lowers her face, either from embarrassment over some amazing, dirty sex or shame—I’m not sure which—but either thought earns a tilt of her head back up with my fingers under her chin and a soft kiss from me.

When I pull back, I ask her, “Was it what you expected?”

“I could never have expected that,” she says softly.

“Tell me the first word that comes to mind right now,” I urge her quickly.

Callie’s eyes hold me steady as she says, “Guilt.”

I nod in understanding. “Because Bridger fucked you?”

“Yes,” she whispers, and then drops her gaze again. “And because it felt good.”

My arms wrap around her, and I pull her in close. I’m content to just hold her a minute, her cheek pressed against my chest, while I gather my thoughts. I knew this would happen.

It was inevitable really, that she would be conflicted.

What is surprising is how conflicted I am as well.

Finally, I release her and put my hands to her shoulders, pushing her back just a bit so she can see my face. “Callie… what we did in there… that’s either reserved for one of two kinds of people. Either those that are like Bridger who have no emotional ties to anyone, and look upon that as just a way to feel really good. Or there are some people in monogamous relationships that have strong bonds and can handle that type of sharing without guilt or shame.”

“And which group do I belong to?” she asks quietly.

But she already knows the answer. She’s not surprised when I say, “Neither.”

“And where do you belong?”

I stare at her a moment, considering if this might be the exact moment I should cut her out of my life. Save her pain and misery down the road which will be inevitable as I struggle against these same insecurities myself. But when I look at her as she is still unashamedly naked and beautiful in front of me, eyes open and clearly looking to make some sense of this all, I know I can’t lie to her just as I know I can’t give her up right yet.

“I’m not quite sure where I belong. You sort of complicate things for me.”

Luckily, she doesn’t take offense to that. She knows what I mean. “Did something change in there between us?”

“No,” I assure her. “Even as complicated as you make things for me, I think the only thing that happened in there was that things got a little clearer.”

“Because there are feelings,” she guesses.

“There are now feelings,” I affirm.

Deep, strong feelings and that means I am no longer like Bridger. I can’t go in and have unemotional sex where Callie is concerned. Even as turned on as I was watching Bridger fuck Callie, I was equally pissed off and even considered punching him. The only thing that held me back was that I knew the only connection Bridger was feeling to Callie was his cock in her pussy, because that’s the only part of his body that is activated during sex.

But what I feel for Callie is unclear. I’m not sure I can continue on with this lifestyle and her at the same time. Jealousy can never come into play during a ménage, and I most certainly felt that when Bridger was inside of her. Oddly, I didn’t feel it when he was touching her in other ways, and I’m thinking that might take a slew of psychologists to figure that one out.

Regardless, I know one thing for sure.

Callie is not cut out for this.

I’ve done my duty and I gave her the experience, but that’s as far as that will ever go. From here on out, she’s mine alone until I can decide which life is truly for me.

I pull Callie’s clothes from the hook on the back of the bathroom door and hand them to her. We silently get dressed and without a word, she slips her hand into mine as I open the door. Immediately, the sounds of groans, curses, and slapping skin fill the air. I almost hate for Callie to see this, but it can’t be helped. We have to make our way through the orgy to get to the exit door.

Winding us through the coupling bodies, I efficiently guide us to the front of the cabin. A quick glance over my shoulder and I see Callie’s not even watching the action. I take that as a subtle sign that maybe she realizes this isn’t really for her either. That, or she’s just still a bit dazed over the entire experience.

The late June air is mildly cool but not chilly as we step out onto the porch. As soon as the door shuts behind us, I unlace the back of the hood and pull it free from her head. She takes her fingertips, scratching at her scalp and fluffing her hair out a bit as we walk over to my Range Rover. Just as I open the door and help her step up into the vehicle, motion from the opposite side of the porch gets my attention. I see Colton jogging up the front steps which are lit by the single, yellow bulbed sconce beside the door. He glances over at me and waves a hand in greeting. I immediately push Callie roughly into the seat and shut the door, praying to God he can’t see her from the darkness of where I’m parked.

No clue why that fucker is here, but I raise a hand back to him and he gives me a friendly nod before grabbing ahold of the door to the cabin. I hold my breath with unrivaled anxiety as he steps inside and shuts it behind him.

Fuck, that was a close call.

And that pretty much settles any remaining indecision I may have had warring inside my head.

Callie Hayes is never coming back to The Wicked Horse for as long as she lives.

Chapter 18