Forgive Me (Callaway Book 2)

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Authors: Kaithlin Shepherd

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Forgive Me
Copyright © 2015 by Kaithlin Shepherd

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Forgive Me
is a work of fiction. All names, characters, events and places found therein are either from the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to persons alive or dead, actual events, locations, or organizations is entirely coincidental and not intended by the author.

For information contact the publisher, Hot Tree Publishing.

Editing & Formatting:
Hot Tree Editing

Cover Designer: Claire Smith

ISBN 13: 978-1-925448-00-9

 

 

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Epilogue

Acknowledgements

Excerpt from Heart of the Music

About the Author

About the Publisher

Dedication

For anyone who has ever given themselves a second chance.

Chapter One

No matter where
he looked, the women's faces all blurred into one familiar one: Amanda Watkins. Ever since moving back to Montana, Drew Callaway saw her face everywhere, and no matter what he did, he couldn't get her out of his damn head. The countless one-night stands he'd had over the years to try and forget her didn't matter anymore, because since she was back, there was no way he would ever escape her.

After five years, he' expected to be over the woman who broke his heart, who had left town in a cloud of dust, but could anyone ever forget their first love? He sipped his beer, trying to numb the feelings creeping over him, when he felt a small hand on his shoulder, which wasn't uncommon for a Friday night. The women knew what he was after, and he never had to search very long to find a willing participant to help him forget Amanda—not that it ever worked, of course. No matter how many women spent the night with him, every face he saw was hers.

"You want some company tonight, Drew?" He turned sideways as the woman spoke to him, hoping like hell she wasn't a blonde. He didn't do blondes; they reminded him too much of Amanda. When he faced her, she flashed him a smile he'd imagined had worked on many men before him, not that he gave a shit. This wasn't about a relationship. It wasn't even about comfort. This was about sex.

"I might be, darling. You offering?" he asked her, running his finger down her neck.

She leaned closer to him, wrapping her hands around his neck. "I'd like to take you for an eight-second ride, cowboy."

He held back a laugh and a snarky comment. She was definitely from the city, throwing lines like that around. At that point, however, she could be speaking Spanish and he wouldn't care. He needed to try and forget about Amanda, at least for a couple of hours. He lowered one hand to her ass and brought her closer to him. "Well then, darling, you're in for one hell of a ride."

"You going to buck me off?" she whispered in his ear as her hand covered his cock through his jeans.

Seriously, where did this girl get lines like that? He normally didn't care for games but right then, he was up for anything. "Darling, I'm going to give you the ride of your life."

"Show me what you got." She leaned closer to him and kissed him. She was sloppy and trying way too hard, but she would have to do for the time being. He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and tilted her head to the side, kissing his way down her neck, softly licking and biting as he went along. When she gripped his shirt and started grinding on him, he knew he had to take this outside.
She wants a ride? Well, she's going to get the real cowboy experience.

He pulled away from her, dropped some cash on the bar, and grabbed her hand before walking out. "You ever fuck in a truck, darling?"

She looked at him with wide eyes and for a second, he thought she was going to back out. But she just smiled at him. "No, but I've always wanted to."

"Well, sugar, you're about to know what it's like to fuck a cowboy." Shit, he sounded so lame; he couldn't believe he was saying this crap. He pushed her back against the side of his truck, caging her face between his arms. Her hands went straight for his belt, undoing it with quick fingers. He should stop her, since anyone could just walk out and see them, but he didn't care. She unzipped his jeans and freed his cock, just staring at it. They needed to move this along before boredom crept into the back of his mind. "It's not going to bite you, darling."

She flashed him a smile before he watched her body slide down until she was on her knees, in the parking lot of the bar. This was a first, even for him, but when she licked the tip of his cock with her tongue, he didn't have it in him to tell her to stop. She wrapped her lips around him and started sucking. His hands went to her hair, coiling it around his wrist, directing her movements. "Shit, that mouth of yours feels so good."

He heard her moan around his cock, sending little vibrations down his spine. Closing his eyes as she worked him, he let his thoughts drift off. Suddenly, the girl on her knees wasn't a stranger, but Amanda. His whole body tightened at the image in his head, and before he knew it, he was fucking her mouth hard and fast. He knew he would blow soon, but it felt so good and the image of Amanda on her knees was so damn hot, he couldn't stop. When he noticed a hand grab his balls, he bucked his hips and his release built. "Oh, fuck…yeah, that's it. Suck me just like that. Harder. I'm so close."

The mouth around his cock moved faster, and he knew he was about to blow. "God, yes…shit, I'm gonna come. Amanda…yes…fuck…yes! Amanda!" He blew right there, his release hitting him like a freight train. The mouth released his cock way too soon. When he looked down, he saw the girl from the bar with anger and shame written all over her face.

"You know, when a girl is down on her knees sucking your cock, you might want to make sure you don't call another woman's name as you blow in her mouth." He watched the girl rise from the ground, fix her dress and walk away from him as she called him an asshole. And shit if he didn't feel like one.

He fixed his pants before leaning against his truck, "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Get out of my damn head, Amanda."

Driving back home, Drew couldn't stop the waves of memories from crashing into him. All the nights he and Amanda had spent driving around with no destination in mind, just enjoying being together, were some of the best memories he had. Right then, however, they didn't feel like a blessing; they were like a curse anchoring him to the past. By the time he pulled up to the main house, it was past 1 a.m., which was perfect, because the last thing he wanted to do was answer his brothers' line of questioning as to why he was home so early. If he told them what had happened, he would never hear the end of it.

The house was quiet as he walked in, but he noticed a light still on in the main office. When he stood in the door frame, he saw his brother, John, still buried in paperwork. Drew worked as hard as anybody, but John had them all beat when it came to how many hours they put in each week. Cole might have stepped into the role of dad, but John had become the businessman their father had been.

"It's one in the morning, John. What the hell are you still doing in here?"

His brother jerked his head up as he spoke. There was no missing how tired he looked.

"Looking at these fucking numbers again. Why are you home so early? Couldn't find a willing candidate?"

Drew sat down in one of the leather chairs in front of John's desk, running his hands over his face.

"Wasn't feeling it tonight." He lied because what else was he supposed to say?
Yeah, I found a girl. She gave me a blow job in the parking lot, and I called out Amanda's name as I blew in her mouth.
That just made him sound like an asshole, and he didn't need to be reminded of that.

"You weren't feeling it?" That was exactly why he wanted to avoid his brothers, this line of questioning that never ended.

"That's what I just said." He knew his aggravated tone was giving him away, but he couldn't help himself.

His brother closed his laptop and took a sip of whiskey before asking the one question he knew would set him off, but apparently couldn't be avoided "This wouldn't have anything to do with Amanda, would it?"

"Why does everyone always assume it's about Amanda?" He hated that he was so transparent when it came to her, but he couldn't help it. No matter how many years passed, he still adored her like crazy. She was it for him, the love of his life, and no amount of time would change that.

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