“That’s what I’m afraid of,” she laughs.
“Isolde Davis, are you joking with me?”
“How do you know my last name?” she asks, narrowing her eyes at me.
“You’re BB’s sister. Sometimes his old lady uses it.”
“Oh.”
“Damn, you’re as prickly as a cactus.”
“I need to get home, and your little jabs are ruining my post-orgasm euphoria,” she complains, making me laugh.
“Then, let’s get you home, baby.”
She doesn’t reply, but she also doesn’t pull away when I put my hand on the small of her back. I’m calling it a win. I take her over to my bike and hop on. She stands there, looking at me. I imagine she knows what it means when a man puts the woman he just claimed on the back of his bike. I wait for her to give me shit. Surprisingly, she doesn’t. She slides onto the back of my bike with the grace of a woman who has been doing it for years. When she wraps her arms around me and we take off, I let this moment settle down into my soul.
This is it. This is what I’ve always wanted.
My woman on the back of my bike, the wind in my hair, and the taste of her still on my tongue.
Heaven.
8
BOOTY CALLS, BLUE BALLS, AND ZERO SELF-CONTROL
IZZY
I slide on the worn-until-it’s-thin Kentucky Wildcats football jersey that an old boyfriend gave me years ago. Kai was a tight end—in more ways than one. I’m not sure what happened to him. We lost touch after he graduated. He lived in Oregon, and long distance didn’t work for either of us. Caleb would probably have a cow if he knew I was sleeping in another man’s shirt. The thought has a giggle escaping before I can stop it. I shouldn’t be feeling as happy as I am. I should be panicking. I can’t help it. I’m even missing the feel of Caleb touching me. The ride home from the clubhouse even felt good. I’m being stupid. I know it, but I can’t seem to stop it. Hell, I’m even trying to figure out how to keep seeing him, without him pushing for something that’s never going to happen. I mean, realistically, would he agree to a friends-with-benefits kind of thing and nothing else?
Maybe I’m as crazy as he is.
Caleb’s damn good with his mouth and fingers, though. Most likely he’ll be the best lover I’ve ever experienced. I mean, I don’t have a lot of experience, but I have some. I’m not a virgin. I wasn’t going to tell him that, however. Seriously, he’s the idiot who jumped to conclusions. Plus, he was annoying me at the time.
I jump into bed and pull up my covers, burying my head under the pillow. I need to shut off my brain somehow. If I don’t, I’ll do something stupid and try to track Caleb down. This will pass. I just need to get him out of my mind. Right now, my body feels like it’s on fire. That won’t last. I’ve just not had an orgasm in a long time. I’d probably have the same feeling if I’d gotten off with a vibrator. I roll my eyes because I know I’m lying to myself.
I grow still when I hear my phone vibrating against the nightstand. It’s a tone I’m very familiar with because I leave my phone on silent most of the time. I am one of those rare women who find cell phones annoying as hell. I mean, if I could use them for only making calls or searching the net, maybe playing pointless games, it’d be fine. Yet, the damn thing is always ringing, and it annoys me. It stops, and I close my eyes, willing myself to get Caleb out of my mind. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work. Then, the vibration sound echoes around me again. I exhale while yanking the pillows off me. I sit up, twisting to position the pillows behind me against the headboard, then reach over to grab the phone. I flop backwards as I answer. “Hello?”
“Isolde.” My entire body freezes in place, and I forget to breathe. “Are you there?”
“I’m here,” I squeak out like an idiot.
“There’s my girl. Did I wake you?” I close my eyes at the way I can feel my body heat when Caleb calls me his girl. I can’t do this shit. I nod my head back and forth, wishing there was a wall in front of me that I could bang it on. I have to get control of myself. “Baby?”
“How did you get my number?” I ask, needing to gain control here.
“I have my ways. I’m sorry it’s so late. I called as soon as Griff and I got back home.”
His words have me looking up at the clock. My eyes widen. “It’s almost four in the morning.”
“I know. I just couldn’t sleep until I heard your voice.”
“It’s almost four in the morning,” I repeat like an idiot.
“Were you asleep?” he asks, and I can hear the laughter in his voice.
“No,” I huff grumpily.
