She’s back in my arms where she belongs.
Where she’s gonna stay.
“Time to break it up, lovebirds.” Amusement filters through Dara’s tone. “You’re blocking the way, and I see a few people with phones out.”
Those words are the death knell to our loving reunion as Astrid rips her lips from mine and lowers her head. “Skit.”
“Hey, Cal.” Gwen puts herself all up in my face as I place a protective arm around my girlfriend’s shoulders.
“Gwen. Good to see you,” I lie.
“Don’t I get a hug?” She smiles at me through hooded lashes, and irritation prickles my skin.
How she can get on my nerves instantly is true skill.
Dara snorts, and I pretend like I haven’t heard her. “Let’s get out of here.” I take Astrid’s backpack and sling it over my free shoulder. I purposely don’t look around because I don’t want to know who’s invading my privacy. I hate random strangers taking pictures of me, and I’d love to give them a piece of my mind, but I can’t afford to lose my cool in public.Never engageis the PR advice, and I’m trying to abide by it. The best course of action is to make a fast getaway. I hold Astrid closer as I press a kiss to her cheek. “Come on. The car is this way.”
“My bag.”
“I’ve got it.” Dara gestures to the small pink case. He turns to Gwen. “Let me take yours too.” Gwen readily hands over the very large case she travelled with. She’s only here for a fucking week. What the hell has she got in there?
“You hiding Scott’s dead body in there?” I joke as we all walk off.
“Scott and I broke up. We’re over for good.”
“I know. That’s why I’m asking.”
Dara snort laughs while Astrid warns me with her eyes.
“You’re funny, Cal.” Gwen loops her arm through mine, but I instantly shuck her off. A crestfallen look appears on her face, and I feel like a prick, but I don’t like her touching me, and she’s always doing it.
“People are filming, Gwen. It’s best you keep your distance.”
“You’re not telling Azzie to keep her distance,” she says as we walk through the main doors.
“Everyone knows she’s my girlfriend, and she’s the only girl I ever want to get papped with.”
“Walk with me,” Dara says, lifting one shoulder and flashing her a flirty grin. I know he has zero interest in Gwen, so I shoot him a grateful look.
Now that the cling-on is occupied, I turn my attention to my girl. “How was the flight? Are you tired?”
“The flight was fine, and thankfully, we only had an hour’s layover at Newark, but it was a four a.m. start, so yeah, I’m tired even if it is only three p.m. at home.”
“It was still the best time to fly in. We can grab some takeaway on the way home and head to bed early.”
Her eyes flare with interest. “I’m liking this plan.”
I chuckle as I lead her across the road. “Mind out of the gutter, beautiful.” I plant a feather-soft kiss on her lips. “Sleeping with you in my arms is all I need.”
“I’m calling bullshit.” She fights a yawn as I steer her toward the car park. “Phone sex cannot be satisfying my man, and I have big plans for you tonight, Irish.”
“Our phone sex is hot, and I do have two working hands, you know.” I waggle my brows.
She stretches up on her toes, pressing her mouth to my ear. “I finger myself to sleep every weekend when Paige is at Tonya’s, imagining my fingers are yours.”
That visual instantly swims before my eyes, and my cock jerks behind my jeans. “You play dirty, baby. I’ve got a big match tomorrow, and I can’t stay up all night fucking.”
“I’ll make you a deal,” my little temptress says as we head toward my car. Her fingers drag gently through the scruff on my jawline. “We’ll take a rain check on the fucking, and you can make sweet love to me tonight and then fall asleep in my arms. How about that for a plan?”
