Callum nuzzles her breast with his nose, and I stifle a laugh, not wanting to give away his game. Sheena looks down at him with a smile in her eyes and runs her fingers through his hair. When he eases the leg thrown around her hips between her thighs and grinds it against her deliberately, she laughs, pulling roughly on his hair to lift his head.
“I knew you weren’t asleep.”
Cal’s eyes snap open and he grins at her, the joy on his face something I haven’t seen much since we were kids. Peace sinks into me as they bicker playfully.
“Stop moving your leg.” Sheena laughs. “I cannot possibly go again or I won’t be walking to the dining room.”
“Oh shit—about dinner,” I say, pausing to check the time on my phone. They both turn to look at me.
“What about it?” Cal asks.
His voice is gravelly, and I’m shocked when my body responds to the husky sound. We’re definitely going to be late, but I can’t bring myself to care all that much. I love the way it feels to have both of them focusing their attention on me.
“It’s about to start,” I admit. “I was supposed to come get you both.”
“Oh my god.” Sheena gasps and jumps up in a panic. “So you just climbed right in and didn’t say anything?”
I shrug and dodge a flying elbow, but Callum isn’t so lucky. He takes a knee to the gut as she scrambles out of bed. Groaning dramatically, he closes his eyes and curls into a tight ball.
“Honestly, it smells better in here,” I tease, inhaling deeply. Sheena lets out a scandalized gasp, and Callum chuckles and bumps his knuckles against mine. It’s so fun and easy to rile her up. I could do it every day and never get tired of it.
“We can’t miss dinner. What will your family think?”
She’s getting really worked up now, tossing Cal’s clothes at him as she searches for her own.
“People are late all the time, Sheena. That doesn’t make them rude,” he reasons.
“It does if they were late because they were... because they were...” Sheena’s cheeks turn bright red as she struggles to find the words.
Callum perks up, a hungry look on his face.
“Because they were what, sweetheart?” He purrs at her like a cat chasing a mouse, and her blush spreads down her neck.
“You know what.” She pulls on her panties, refusing to look at either of us.
“I do.” Callum’s groan is filthy. “But I so badly want to hear you say it.”
He bites his bottom lip as Sheena shimmies into her jeans then stamps her foot. She glares at both of us while standing topless at the end of the bed.
“Fucking,” she snaps. “I don’t want your parents to think I’m the kind of person who blows off dinner and ignores their hospitality to get railed. Get up, please, before I’m too embarrassed to ever face them again.” With that, she storms into the bathroom and slams the door. Callum watches her go, naked hunger stamped on his face.
“You better get dressed, dude, or you’re going to be back in the doghouse again right after you got out.” I adjust myself, then scoot out of the bed with a laugh.
“You’re right,” he agrees. “But making up for my mistakes is so much fun. It might be worth it.”
After one last look at the bathroom door, he finally gets up and dresses himself.
“We’re going through a lot of sheets,” Callum says with a smirk.
I smile at the wrecked bed, clapping him on the back as he studies his handiwork. “Let’s just buy more.”
Sheena’s cheeks are still flushed as we walk to dinner. Neither one of my parents comment on our lack of punctuality, but the knowing look and wink my mom gives Callum is enough to make even an incubus blush.
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
QUAID
