I couldn’t help the slight sting of jealousy and sadness that hit me. Woolf has been with so many women. Beautiful, gorgeous, sinful women that would do far dirtier things than I ever did with him. But I pushed past it because as I lay in his arms and listened to him tell me all about the importance of Bridger, I realized… he’d come back for far more than seconds with me.

Woolf went on to explain that in their senior year at the University of Wyoming, they had thrown a sex party and were stunned to see the dean’s daughter had shown up with her boyfriend. Apparently, they ended up in a threesome with Woolf, which had been recorded by someone that had snuck in a smart phone.

Within days, the video had gone viral, but only three things were discernable from the grainy quality.

The dean’s daughter’s boyfriend, who was on his back on a mattress and looking unbeknownst right at the camera.

The dean’s daughter, who was straddling his cock and had her head tilted to the side, looking unbeknownst right at the camera.

And the back of a dark-haired man with a tattoo of a bucking bronco on his right shoulder blade, who was not looking at the camera but was clearly fucking the dean’s daughter up the ass.

My head popped back up off Woolf’s chest and I looked down at him in shock, because my lips had traced across that very same tattoo many times this past week.

“Oh, my God,” I said in a whisper, and then actually covered my mouth with my hand. “What happened?”

“I was on a one-way ticket to getting kicked out of school because I had been identified by that tattoo. Not just for going all anal on the dean’s daughter, but for setting up the sex party to begin with. It sort of outed me to the campus police what we had been doing.”

“But you didn’t get kicked out?” I surmised, because I know he graduated with a degree in animal sciences.

Bitter sadness filled Woolf’s eyes and he shook his head. “Behind my back, Bridger turned himself into the campus police, who were conducting the investigation before I could even be called in for questioning. Appears the asshole had gone out and gotten a matching tattoo on his back.”

“He took the fall for you,” I said in amazement.

“And I’ll never be able to repay him for it,” he concluded with finality. “He got kicked out of school and lost the ability to complete his degree.”

I didn’t know what to say. I was mortified at the things Woolf had admitted to doing, and incredibly touched by the lengths that Bridger went to protect his friend. I don’t know about Bridger’s background, but Woolf’s family would have been terribly battered by such a scandal. The Jennings were too public to not have that adversely affect them.

I wanted to ask more questions, but in reality, I sensed that Woolf telling me that story was something I should treasure. He never admitted as much, but I think I may be only the third person that truly knows what happened there. As such, I was incredibly humbled he shared it with me and also incredibly turned on by his trust in me.

I leaned down and kissed him, letting my hand slide down his stomach to his cock, which started swelling the minute my fingers wrapped around it. I then proceeded to show him with my mouth just how much it meant that he shared that story with me.

“Callie… hey, wait up,” I hear from behind me, and instantly, my memories of Woolf and blow jobs fade away.

Turning, I see Colton jogging across the parking lot toward me. My muscles lock with anxiety because Woolf had told me Colton had shown up at the cabin last night as he was helping me into the Range Rover. I hadn’t seen him as I had my head bowed down, rooting through my purse for some gum, but I was terrified he had seen me. Woolf wasn’t sure or not, but he said Colton didn’t seem to recognize me, hopefully because it was so dark outside where the truck was parked.

“Hey,” I say with as bright a smile as I can muster. “What are you up to?”

Colton’s eyes travel down me briefly, and is that my imagination, or did they linger on my breasts? I can’t tell because it was a quick maneuver of his gaze, and then he’s staring at me intently. “Just grabbing a few things for dinner tonight. Interested in joining me?”

“Um… thank you, but no. I’ve actually got some work to do tonight.”

Colton manages to take another step in toward me, and I’m practically pinned up against the door to my truck. His hand comes out and he grazes a finger down the side of my arm. “Come on, Callie. You need to have a little fun. All work and no play makes Callie a dull girl.”

Huh. I bet he wouldn’t think me so dull if he saw me with Bridger and Woolf last night.

I shake my head and pull my arm back. “Actually, I can’t. I think I’m going to try to work on patching things up with my fiancé. He was just here in town and we’ve been talking again.”

It’s a bald lie. The part about patching things up, that is, but I couldn’t think of any other way to put Colton off. I hold his gaze solidly, hoping the squared set to my shoulders lends more truth to my quavering voice.

Colton just stares at me a moment, his eyes flicking back and forth between my own. Finally, he places his forearm on the edge of my truck bed, leaning his face in closer to me.

In a soft voice, he says, “That’s a shame to hear.”

I release the air I had been holding in my lungs slowly, so he doesn’t understand how relieved that makes me to hear him say that. He nods his head and tips his hat as he takes a step backward. “Have a nice evenin’, Callie.”

“You too,” I murmur, but he’s already turned away and walking back across the parking lot.

He said all the right words.

Acted as if he bought my explanation.

And yet, something heavy settles in the pit of my stomach. I think it was because of the slight smile he gave me just before he turned away.

I’m pretty sure it said, “Nice try, Callie Hayes, but I got your number.”

Chapter 19

Woolf

I miss Callie and that fucking bothers me.

I am utterly obsessed with her, and I can’t seem to concentrate for shit. This bothers me because not only have I never given another woman this much of my attention before, but I’ve never given another person in the entire world this much of my devotion, and that includes Bridger. It scares the piss out of me that all I can seem to think about is her.

Tenn arrived by plane at a little after three PM, and of course, I didn’t even see him walk out of the airport because I was thinking of Callie. Or, more specifically, the way I ate her pussy this morning, then fucked her hard doggie style, and almost made myself pass out from the force of the orgasm I had. I think she did pass out for a few seconds.

Or the way after dinner tonight, Tenn suggested we get started going over some business matters he came in to discuss, and of course, I was thinking about Callie. Except it wasn’t about sex and Callie, which does indeed take up a lot of my day, but rather about how fucking good it feels to sleep with her all night with my arms wrapped tightly around her and the smell of her gardenia shampoo in my nose.

Fucking woman is what I’m turning in to.

We just finished making some coffee and started back in on the financials, and even now, as Tenn flips through this quarter’s P&Ls for the various subsidiary companies under JennCo, I tap my pencil on my thigh, which makes me think of spanking Callie. I wonder if she’d get off on it?

I bet she would.

In fact, I will definitely spank that gorgeous ass next time we’re together while the fingers on my other hand are shoved deep inside her—

“Everything looks in order,” Tenn says as he closes the large binder and throws it down on the coffee table, sadly making all thoughts of my palm heating Callie’s ass up splinter and dissolve. We had spread everything out in the Great Room and sipped on coffee while I brought him up to date on everything. After my father died, Tenn promised to stay involved with the company until I felt secure enough for him to walk away for good. Tenn wanted to live his simple life in North Carolina with Casey, Zoe, and Bree.