Holy fucking amazing.
A moan leaves my throat without thought. This is probably the best Alfredo I have ever eaten in my damn life, and I have the hottest man sitting across the table from me. Can my life get any better?
Kyra, stop it. I need to stop that train of thought.
“Hey Sunflower, can we leave the sex noises for later?” Cal whispers to me.
“Oh my god, I didn’t even mean to. I’m so sorry. But this is so good.” Tilting my head down as my cheeks heat.
He reaches under the table for a few moments before bringing it back up to the table.
“I’m glad you are enjoying it.” Cal sticks another fork of his dinner in his mouth.
CHAPTER 26
CALLUM
Fuck, that moan. I have to reach under the table to adjust myself. I am pretty sure there is a zipper imprint on my cock.
This dinner is amazing, and I am so glad I was able to get last-minute reservations. Thank you, Graham. He helped the owner with his security system, so Devil Dog always has a standing reservation.
We finish eating our meals, stuffed to the brim with pasta and chicken. The sweet waitress boxes up our meals, and we order a tiramisu to go.
I help Kyra put her jacket and scarf back on before we venture back out into the frigid Michigan air. We make the quick walk back to the garage and head home.
We arrive back at the house, and I help Kyra climb out of the truck. We walk the path back to her house.
“Here is the tiramisu, enjoy it for me.” I hand her the bag with her leftovers and the dessert tucked away.
“You’re not going to join me?” Her smile falls, and her eyes lower to the ground. Seeing it breaks my heart.
“Sunflower,” I lift her chin with one finger so she is looking me in the eyes. “I will do whatever it is you want. If you want meto shake your hand and leave at this door, I will. If you want me to take you inside and ravage you, I will do that also. You are the driver of this bus.”
Her face lights up at that response.
“Can you come inside and see what happens? Start with a movie and this tiramisu?” The grin on her face melts my heart.
“Yes, baby.” I slide my finger over the scanner to unlock the door.
Kyra takes my hand and leads me into the house. She switches on a few small lamps, lighting the living room in a soft, warm glow. She must have bought a small electric fireplace that is placed under the television and is hanging from the wall. Kyra switches it on, and it really brings the coziness together.
“Get comfy, silly.” She laughs, and she removes the scarf from around her neck and unbuttons her jacket. I unbutton the peacoat and lay it across the back of the armchair by the door. Kyra hangs her stuff up in the closet and removes her knee-high boots.
Taking the bag of leftovers, I head toward the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I see she has a bottle of sweet revenge chilling in there. It is probably from their girls’ night. I grab it and two glasses before heading back to the living room. I can hear Kyra in her bedroom struggling.
“God damn it.” There is some groaning before I hear a crash. “Ow, Fuck!”
Running back toward the room, I find her on the floor laughing.
“What do we have here?” I smirk down at her before I extend my hand to help her up from the floor.
“Oh, ya know, just throwing the dress on the floor.” God, this girl is such a smart ass.
“With yourself in it?” I question.
“I was trying to get it unzipped, and I am not the most graceful. Okay?” Placing her hands on her hips, and she straightens up.
“Oh my little sunflower, you wanna get sassy with me?” I cock an eyebrow.
