Page 23 of Shattered Union

“She’s going to tell me where the fucking footage is and if she doesn’t…” he lets his words drift off with a wicked gleam in his eyes and a smile that’ll frighten even the devil himself.

My phone buzzes, letting me know that I have a text. I pull my phone from my pocket and smile when I see it’s Callie who’s texted me.

Hey babe, we’ll be finished in about an hour. Let me know when you’re ready. We can get food if you’re busy. X

“Ah, the woman of the hour,” Granda says. “It’s good to finally see you happy, boy. Don’t fuck it up.”

I roll my eyes. “Unfortunately, old man, I may have already done that.”

He glances away, no doubt knowing my words are true. As soon as Callie finds out about Zoe, she’s going to walk away. Unless I tell her first, explain everything to her. But right now, things are too new, too fragile. She’s not ready to hear the truth.

He rises to his feet. “It’ll all work out,” he assures me. “You’ll make it so. When you have that one woman, the woman who makes you feel you can chase the moon. The one who loves you like no other. That brings out every caveman instinct. She’s the one that’s worth the fight.”

I scrub my hand down my face. Christ, that’s exactly what Callie makes me feel.

“So when the time comes, Denny, you fight for her. Imagine Callie as the mother of your children? Will she love them?”

“Yes.” The word is instantaneous. Callie has so much love to give to everyone. When she loves, she does it deeply. I’ve seen the way she talks about her brother, Maverick. Along with her parents and what she likes to call her adoptive brothers, Freddie and Stephen. My woman is exceptional. She’d take on the role of being my children’s mother without a second thought. That much I believe.

“Then, you’ll fight. Don’t be afraid to play dirty.”

I nod because he’s right. I want Callie. She’s the woman I plan on spending the rest of my life with. So I’ll fight tooth and nail to make sure she stays mine.

“Have you found out what’s wrong with Chloe?” he questions as I stand and follow him out of the restaurant.

My thirteen-year-old daughter is moody as fuck. I know it’s down to her hormones and having me and her mother at each other's throat. Thankfully, she’s started doing dance classes and isn’t around the toxicity much anymore. She’s happier than she’s been in a while.

“She’s grand. She’s had enough of her mam.”

“Good. Those children don’t need that bitch in their lives. She’s nothing but rotten all the way to the core.”

Ain’t that the truth. God, she’s a bitch to everyone she comes in contact with. Including her children.

“Right,” he says as his car pulls up out front. “Speak soon, I fully expect this situation to be resolved soon.” He slaps me on the back and then slides into his car.

Once his car pulls off and drives away, I text Callie back, letting her know I’ll be picking her up when she’s ready.

* * *

As soon as the door closes behind us, I pin her to the wall. Fuck, my dick’s been hard since I walked into the fucking bar and saw her dancing with Ava. The two of them in a world of their own, smiling, dancing, and laughing. My fingers pull at that thin material she calls a thong. It doesn’t take much force to have the material tearing to pieces.

I’ve seen Callie in heels and even in a dress, but I’ve never seen her done up as she is tonight. That fecking dress moulded tight against her body, her hair sleek, and it hangs down her back, begging for me to fist it in my hands as I pound into her. Her make-up, heavier, more seductive than before. And those fucking heels. God, she’s a fucking temptress.

It took every inch of restraint not to fuck her as soon as she pressed her tits against my chest at the bar. As soon as she spotted me, she was walking over to me, her eyes bright with love and happiness, and her smile blinding. She didn’t give a fuck if people were watching and with the beauty that she is, everyone was fucking watching. She raised up onto her tiptoes and slanted her mouth against mine.

I move forward and capture her mouth with mine. She instantly melts against me, and my hands move to her arse. She whimpers against my mouth as I lift her off the ground. She wraps her legs around my waist, still wearing those fucking heels.

I thrust forward, entering her wet, hot pussy. She throws her head back and cries out my name as her pussy walls contract around my dick. Fuck, I love watching her come.

I thrust hard and deep, my fingers digging into the skin of her arse. The pace is unrelenting, but just as it is every time I’m with this woman, it’s magnificent. There’s nothing better than being inside of her. It’s where I belong.

“Please don’t stop,” she pants. “Please, I need you, baby.”

I pound into her, hard and fast. My grip tightening as I piston in and out of her. No doubt I’m going to leave marks.

My dick thickens at the thought.

I capture her lips once more, cutting off the moan that she was releasing. No matter how many times I have her, it’s never enough.

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