“Yeah, that’s totally why I relented,” she kids back. “The monkey sex.”
I kiss the top of her head. “Whatever it takes, Callie. Whatever it takes.”
We’re silent for a while, both dozing off and almost drifting back to sleep as the morning light starts to filter through the windows.
“If you hurt me, I swear to God I will kill you with my bare hands,” she warns in a tiny, vulnerable whisper.
“Fair enough,” I whisper back and hold her tighter.
I want to tell her it’s impossible to hurt her because I love her too much. But tonight…well, her being here, giving in to a relationship with me—that was victory enough. I don’t want to ruin it by scaring her with the L word. So I keep silent and hold her close and fall back asleep.
Chapter 48
Devin
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Ding-dong!
I’m so lost in sleep I forget where I am. Who the hell in Brooklyn would be waking us up so early? Oh wait…We flew into Silver Bay last night for a quick Christmas trip. Callie groans beside me, rolls over and puts her pillow over her head. I snuggle deeper under the thick down duvet and closer to her warm naked body.
Bang! Bang!
Ding-dong!
“Fuck!” I groan.
“Do you own a shotgun?” Callie mutters sleepily from under her pillow. “Because we should invest in one. People like whoever is at our front door need to be shot.”
I grin at the fact that she just said “our” front door. In the last two weeks she’s been using the words “our place” a lot when referring to the Brooklyn rental and it makes me fucking blissful. It’s even more appealing to hear her say it about my house in Silver Bay. I was worried that because this is a house I used to share with Ashleigh, unlike the Brooklyn place. Callie could feel uncomfortable but she seems to be fine with it. I take it as a huge sign she’s really getting comfortable with the whole relationship. It’s amazing and it makes me feel that way too.
“Devin! Get up, asshole!”
I recognize the voice instantly. Callie must too because she groans again and says, “The Winterhawks have a lot of really good players. They wouldn’t even miss Big Bird if we shot him.”
I grudgingly roll out of bed and look around for something I can put on. I can’t exactly open the front door buck naked with a semi-hard cock. I find my boxer briefs and jeans from the night before and throw them on.
Callie doesn’t move. I walk down the hall and down the stairs to the front door. When I swing it open, I see Jordan but also Jessie, Cole, Leah, Luc, Rosie and my parents on my front stoop.
“About time,” Cole barks, but he’s smiling as he pushes past me into my house.
“Welcome home!” Rosie says and kisses my cheek as she pushes past me, her arms carrying two bags of what looks like takeout from Rosa Linda’s, a local restaurant we like to go to for breakfast.
“Merry Christmas!” Leah almost sings as she passes by me after Rose, kissing the same cheek.
Jordan gives me a shove and raises one blond eyebrow suggestively. “Late night?”
I glance at my dad and mom, who are right behind him, and blush my answer. My mom pretends not to notice and my dad chuckles but says nothing as they both walk into the house.
Jessie rocks up on her tiptoes and kisses my cheek. “Let me guess. Callie is still in bed?”
I nod. She laughs. “That girl will sleep for a week straight if you let her.”
“I don’t let her sleep much, trust me,” I say quietly so only she and Jordan hear.
Jordan slaps my shoulder. “Attaboy!”
Jessie just shakes her head and laughs. “I’m going to go wake her up.”
