It’s been a few days since I walked into the bathroom and watched Callum jerking off, and he chased me back to the guest house for a round of the best sex of my life. Fuck, I thought the time at Ford Field was the best sex of my life, but it seems like it just keeps getting better and better.
That next morning, we woke up, entangled in each other's limbs. I am pretty sure that is the best sleep that I have had since before I was kidnapped. The beat of his heart just soothes something in me that I never realized was restless.
Stop, Ky, you cannot and will not fall for this man.
That annoying voice inside my head is back. Warning me against doing anything reckless with my heart again. That voice is there to protect me, though sometimes she definitely is not the nicest person to hear from.
You haven’t even left Mike yet. Shit, he probably doesn’t even know that you are still alive. When are you going to solve that little problem?
Fuck, how had I not even thought about Mike the entire time I was sleeping with Cal? In the spicy and not spicy sense. I wouldlike to get some of my own clothes. Maybe I can just woman up and go over there.
Or maybe you will be lucky enough, and he won’t be home.
“Oh, now you have nice things to say. Make up my damn mind.” I speak out loud to myself.
I know that Nyx and her men have some things going on today, so they wouldn’t be available to go with me. Picking up my phone, I pull up Cal’s contact.
He took my phone the other day before he left the guest house, added his number, took an adorably cute selfie, and then texted himself a message so he had my number. The last few days, I have awoken to a “Good Morning Beautiful” text message and a photo of him, usually shirtless and sleep rumpled.
To say it has taken all my willpower not to sneak into the house after receiving those photos and join him in bed would be an understatement. Outside of those texts, though, he has kept things very friendly. Never trying to cross any lines I set in the sand, and yes, I said sand because a wave of lust could definitely wash that line away at any time. Snapping out of my daydreams of him moving that line, I text Cal.
Me: Hey, are you busy today?
Cal: I am never too busy for you.
Cal: What can I do for you, Sunflower?
Me: I need to finally face Mike and it would be pretty nice to have my own stuff.
Cal: Say no more. Give me like 15 to get around and we can head out.
I don’t have to wait long before I hear a gentle knock on the door to the guest house, and then the distinct sound of the fingerprint scanner unlocking the door. The door swings open, and there Callum stands, looking straight out of a winter day dream of mine. His long legs are covered by a dark-wash denim, just slightly distressed. Not enough to make actual holes, but almost as if he has been wearing those jeans since high school. He has a black hoodie on and a stocking cap pulled over his dark blonde locks.
“Are you ready to go?” He flashes me one of those smirks that could melt my pants right off my body and closes the door behind him.
“Let me grab my purse, and we can hit the road.” I run back to my bedroom to grab my bag, and I am back out in the living room in just a few moments.
Cal opens the door and gestures for me to walk out before him. “Ladies first.” He says with a smile.
We walk around the side of the garage to where his truck is idling; he already has it warming up. He opens the passenger door and offers me a hand to get up in the beast. What is with the Devil Dogs and their massive trucks? I climb up using the chrome assist step, and he shuts the door behind me.
I enter the address into the truck’s navigation, while yes I could give him directions. I am horrible at remembering to tell people when to turn; my brain automatically turns off when I am the passenger princess, and I will assume they know where they are going.
“How are you feeling?” Cal asks as he rests his large hand on my jean-covered thigh. I think he is trying to get me to stop bouncing my knee, but I am so anxious I could vibrate right out of this truck with nerves.
“Umm…Honestly?” I ask him quietly.
“Always be honest; we don’t need to keep secrets from each other.” His smile soothes me a bit.
“I am absolutely fucking terrified. Not only have I been gone for what, like a month at this point? But also, I am bringing another man to our house. And I am telling him I am leaving. It will not go well. This is your warning. You can drop me off and leave. I wouldn’t blame you for not wanting to stay-“
”You will end that thought right now, Sunflower. I would never in a million years leave you to his rage. I will be there to protect you and to stop him from doing something dumb.” He holds my hand while he keeps his eyes on the road.
The truck goes quiet while we drive the final few miles to the place I have called home for the last four years. Pulling up outside the rickety old trailer has my stomach turning. I might actually throw up the minute I get out of the truck. One thing I do notice is that my jeep is gone. The one pride and joy of my life is missing.
She was a gorgeous, bright blue color. Almost like the color of the sky, but a few shades darker. The handles and all accents on her are Barbie pink. My two absolutely favorite colors. I had purchased her shortly after I got my job at the dealership.
Fuck…I never thought about work.
