Damn, I was hoping to still smell him on my sheets.
The room is pretty basic. There are a couple of large windows along the walls. One appears to point toward the pool, and the other off towards the woods in the back of the property.I wonder what kind of wildlife I will see.I walk over to the windows to take a peek through them.Gauzy curtains allow light in, but no one can see much more than a silhouette through them, and with the property being pretty secluded on its own, Iam not too worried about a peeping Tom. I also like to rise with the sun, so they are perfect.
“I have blackout curtains on order, but they haven’t come in yet,” Callum says, still in the doorway, just watching me explore the space.
“Oh, I don’t need them. These are perfect.” I run my fingers over the fabric, envisioning how these will look in the summer with the wind blowing gently through.
“Of course, my Sunflower wouldn't want to block out the light.” He chuckles.
“What is that supposed to mean?” My head whips around, giving him my playful glare. One eyebrow is cocked up, with a hand on my hip and lips pursed.
“Down girl.” He crossed over to the bed to place my suitcase down. “I just meant that it makes sense that the girl who, from what I hear, has her face in the sunshine every moment she can. It would make sense that in your space, you wouldn’t want to block any of the light.”
“If I weren’t worried about people peeping in the windows, I would take all the window coverings down. Any light blocking is not acceptable, especially as the daylight is waning in the winter as it is.”
He just nods his head, like he completely gets what I am saying. I explore the room a little bit more while Callum just stands by the bed watching me. Like he is waiting for me to ask him to stay.
“The other door we passed is the guest bedroom or second bedroom, however you decide to use it. Currently, it serves as my office. I have a nice desk in there, you are welcome to use it if you need it-“
”No, I don’t want to steal your office space. You are welcome to still be in there working if needed.” My voice comes out in a higher-than-normal pitch. I don't want to put him out. “If youwould rather stay in the house to have your own space, I can stay in the spare room in the house.”
“No, Sunflower. This house is for you. I am going to start either looking at getting my own house or possibly building one nearby soon.”
I take a deep breath and start to open my suitcase.
“The closet is over here. I know you don’t have much right now, but in the next few days, we can go get you some more stuff from your old place.” He opens the giant walk-in closet for me and flips the light switch. The entire thing is lit up like it is basking in sunlight, and my jaw hits the floor. “This is probably the best lighting I have ever seen in a closet space. There is also this little vanity over here for your make-up or whatever.”
Standing in the doorway, I am just in complete shock. I nod my head mindlessly while staring into the space before me.
“Well, I am going to grab my duffle and head to the house.” He quickly tells me.
Callum walks past me out to the main space of the guest house, while I just stand in a girl’s wet dream of a closet.This is just the guest house, what the fuck.Unpacking the few things I have in Nyx’s suitcase, which she lent me for the move. Most of my belongings are either her clothes or old sweats and shirts from the guys. I will say I am excited to have my own wardrobe back.
My toiletry bag in hand, I head for the bathroom to put away my stuff. Shampoo and conditioner in the shower. My loofah hangs from a suction cup hook on the light grey tiled wall. When I notice that I didn’t grab my toothbrush out of the bathroom in the house.Fuck.
I throw my measly makeup bag on the vanity in the closet before I run back into the house, not only to drop the suitcase back off to Nyx, but I figure I will swing into the guest bedroom and grab my toothbrush while I am here.
Right before I leave the house my stomach growls reminding me that I haven’t eaten lunch yet today. I look over at the full kitchen in the guest house and smile. I can finally cook myself meals. Not that Nyx’s guys aren’t immaculate chefs, because they really are, but it will feel good to take care of myself again.
Note to self, ask Nyx to take me to the grocery store when I go inside.
I am not sure what has happened to my Jeep. Assuming it is still at the trailer and Mike has not sold it off for beer money, I will have to get it when we go to pick up my other things. I would love to have my car back, so I don’t have to rely on anyone.
The walk from the guest house to the main house takes moments, as my front door is maybe twenty feet from the sliding back door. During the day, the guys normally keep the glass door unlocked because they are always in and out. Sliding the door open, I step into the kitchen. Everyone must be out of the house because there is no noise that can be heard.
Heading quickly up the stairs, I open the door that was once my bedroom and walk in. The door to the bathroom is cracked, and I can hear the shower running with the steam coming out. I will just sneak in quickly; my toothbrush should just be in the cup on the side of the sink. Cal won’t even notice I am there. Pushing the door open quietly, I step inside.
It is in that moment that I remember the shower is completely glass, and I can see all of Callum standing under the showerhead. The water is raining down over his hair and his body. I didn’t get to see him at Ford Field because he just unzipped his pants. Now that I can see his body in all its ripped glory, I am pretty sure I am frozen to this spot.
His hand is stroking slowly up and down his shaft. He appears to be in no rush to finish himself, just enjoying the time spent with his hand on his cock.Fuck.This man is what dreams are made of. I don’t blame Nyx if Graham looks anything likehis brother naked. His injury scars are still a deep red, almost purple, and he stands slightly leaned to the side, to not put too much weight on his bad knee.
His abs ripple with every stroke, and the pace he is taking quickens. A deep groan leaves his throat while he is now fucking his own hand.
“Kyra, fuck sunshine just like that.” His voice is gruff with pleasure, and his head is tipped back into the shower stream.
With that, a gasp leaves my mouth, and I sprint out of the bathroom, toothbrush in hand. I don’t stop running until I am back behind the guest house door and in my bedroom.
Was he jerking off to thoughts of me?
