Page 31 of His Red Carnation

Mom didn’t seem to suspect anything, just nodded and glanced back down at her laptop. “Yeah? How’s she doing?”

I sighed, trying to stay casual. “She’s good,” I replied, eyes drifting back to my phone.

There was another message from Callan waiting for me.

Maybe we can sneak it somewhere. How about a Crepeaway trip? I’m fucking aching for you, baby.

My heart skipped a beat. The idea of sneaking around turned me on more than I wanted to admit.

Meet me in my room in five minutes,I typed and hit send without hesitation.

He responded almost immediately.Sloane, we can’t fuck in your room. Not now.

I bit the inside of my cheek, not willing to give up.What if we just make out? Or I could give you a blowjob? Please? ??

It was kind of funny, how I was begging to give him a blowjob—that seemed about right.

Fuck. You win. See you in five.

I grinned to myself.I win again.I stood up quickly, setting my book aside. “I’m gonna go lay down,” I announced, already moving toward the hall.

“Okay, baby,” Mom called back, still absorbed in her work.

I practically sprinted down the hall, bursting into my room. Glancing in the mirror, I quickly fixed my hair, smoothing out my dress, excitement racing through me as I impatiently waited for that knock on the door.

Five agonizing minutes later, Callan slipped into my room, shutting the door behind him with a quiet thud. I gave him a questioning look as he hurried in.

“I didn’t want anyone to see me come in,” he said, answering the question in my eyes.

I bit my lip, pushing myself against him, pinning him to the door. Our hands were everywhere, touching, grabbing, as we kissed with frantic urgency. He guided me toward the bed, our lips never parting, and sat down, pulling me onto his lap, straddling him. I couldn’t get enough—he consumed me, mind and body. My hips moved instinctively, grinding against his hard cock, the friction sending heat through me. I tugged at his hair, desperate for more, frustrated by the layers of clothes between us.

A moan escaped my lips as I pressed harder, the rhythm pushing me closer to the edge.

“Baby, your book—”

I jumped away from Callan as soon as I heard my mom’s voice. Turning around, I saw her standing in the doorway, eyes wide with shock. Callan stood next to me, frozen in place, mirroring my own fear. My heart raced so fast it felt like it was about to burst from my chest.

“What the fuck is going on?” she asked quietly, closing the door behind her and stepping further into the room. “What the fuck is going on? Callan? Sloane?”

I glanced up at Callan, and he looked down at me, then back to my mom. He opened his mouth to speak, but I interrupted him.

“I’m in love with him, Mom,” I blurted out, my hands trembling at my sides.

Her expression shifted to one of disbelief, a laugh escaping her lips. “What? What the fuck are you talking about, Sloane? You’ve known him for less than a week,” she argued, still reeling from the revelation.

I looked back at Callan, searching for support, feeling at a loss for words.

“Callan, you’re fucking twenty years older than her. She’seighteen. I’m…I’m so confused right now.” She sank into the chair against the wall, her gaze shifting between us.

I was taken aback that she wasn’t screaming at him.

“Are you going to say something, Callan?” Her voice rose, sharp and demanding.

“I know this is crazy, Ana, but it’s true. I love her. I don’t know how it happened, but I love Sloane. She is…she is wise beyond her years,” he said, his tone low and earnest, a mixture of vulnerability and conviction.

Mom laughed again. “You’re in love with her? How did this even happen? I need you both to explain how the fuck this all happened.” She stood up again, putting her hands on her hips.

“I seduced him. He fought it. He fought it hard, Mom. He didn’t want to do any of this. But then it happened and now…” I trailed off, sitting down on my bed, and Callan followed, sitting close to me.

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