“No shit.”
“Yes. Need to… help him,” Everlee murmurs with her eyes still closed.
“Get her to bed. We’ll talk about this tomorrow morning,” Callum commands.
“Samara?”
“She’s gone for now.”
“Does she suspect anything?”
“Hard to say. I would be prepared for surprise visits, though.”
“Ok. I’m going to get her in bed.”
“Sounds good. She’s going to be ok, though?” Callum asks, with a hint of worry in his voice.
“Yea, she’ll be fine. She’s a fighter and stubborn as shit.”
“Sounds like someone else I know.” Callum pumps his eyebrows at me.
“Shut it.”
“Man, why does he just get shut it, but I get the whole shut the fuck up!”
“Because you’re more annoying.”
“I think it’s because you like me better.”
“Keep telling yourself that.” I laugh and shake my head as I walk to her bedroom, then call back down. “Knox. Can you get Emmett?”
“Aye, Aye, Captain my captain.” He whispers to Callum, “He asked me, not you… because he likes me better. He just won’t let himself admit it.”
I’m still smiling at his dumbass when I get her to her bedroom.
I sit her on the edge of the bed and pull her comforter down, then carry her over and slide her in.
“Take my clothes off,” she mumbles, half asleep.
“What?”
“Don’t like… clothes on me… when I… sleep.”
Damn it.
Grabbing her legs, I spin her around and hook my fingers around her pants and drag them off. Her skin is smooth… and…
Focus, Jax.
You don’t want to fuck her.
Tell that to your cock,my wolf chimes.
You’re back.
I never left.
Focus, Jax.
