Wes swallows, and I track the motion, his throat rippling.
Fuck it. Right now, I don’t give a shit if this makes things more complicated. I don’t care if we’re in the dirty bathroom of a fight club with a man unconscious and bleeding on the groundnext to us.
“Fuck it,” I say. “Kiss me.”
Wes immediately presses his mouth to mine, like he was just waiting for permission. The kiss is wet and hot and his tongue is inside my mouth. I link my arms tighter around his neck, trying to get closer, more of him, anything he’ll give me. In response, Wes presses me harder against the wall, his hands still cradling my ass, and pushes his groin up against my pussy. I can feel the hard length of him, and it messes with my head. But it’s not enough pressure, not enough friction, not nearly enough.
Wes pulls back and presses his forehead against mine, panting.
“Callie,” he growls, but I don’t let him stop.
“More.” Again, he doesn’t hesitate before kissing me. I’m dizzy, and I hope it never ends.
Noah bursts into the bathroom.
“Jesus Christ,” Noah says, relief and shock in his voice.
Wes moves his mouth off mine but doesn’t shift his gaze from my face. I look over at Wes’s brother, who is breathing heavy, his hands clenched into fists at his side.
“Thank god.” Noah says. Then he sees Jones crumpled on the floor. “Fuck. I’m so sorry, Callie.”
“It’s okay. I’m fine,” I say.
Noah looks despondent as he turns to Wes. He’s not scared of his brother, but he’s clearly remorseful. He wrings his hands together. “I was trying to give her privacy in the bathroom. Jones must’ve been in one of the rooms.”
Wes doesn’t say anything, but there’s a low growl from deep in his throat as he turns to stare at his brother.
“Sorry, Noah, I ditched you on purpose,” I say and touch Wes’s face so he looks at me. “Okay? I ditched him on purpose.”
“I’m sorry, Wes.” Noah’s voice is tight.
Wes glances briefly away from me, turning his head to look at his brother, and nods.
“Let’s get out of here. We’re not getting any more information out of Jones.” Wes doesn’t let me down from his arms or the wall.
“I’ll go check our exit,” Noah says and slips out the bathroom door.
“Are you okay?” Wes says in a calmer voice, his gaze flicking from my eyes to my lips. “I should kill Jones for touching you. Should I? I will do it without a second thought.”
I shake my head. “No, don’t.” But I believe he would, and between that and the hard length pressed between my legs, my body aches for him.
“I would burn the world down for you, Calliope,” he says to me in a raspy whisper, and everything inside me turns to hot liquid.
No one’s ever wanted to burn the world down for me.
I can’t respond. Not a single word forms in my mouth, but I stare at him, my gaze moving over his face, and I wonder what his thick lips could do to my body. I wonder what he would do for me. Would he really kill someone?
I move forward and press our lips together. This time, it’s slow and sweet and intentional, somehow even more intense than earlier. But before we can turn the world into an inferno together, Noah flies back through the bathroom door.
“Let’s go.” He gestures to the door, not acknowledging our compromising position.
Unfazed, Wes slowly lowers me, letting my body drag over his, staring into my eyes the entire time.
Jones moans next to us.
“He’s awake,” I say, fear cascading over me like a wave. For all my attitude and rage, I know I’m playing withfire for even looking for Shane when he doesn’t want to be found. Jones doesn’t want me to find him either.
Wes sets me on my feet and gently nudges me toward Noah. Then he looks down at Jones, whose eyes are fluttering open, and kicks him hard in the ribs. My father’s old colleague shrieks, and his sharp eyes land on Wes. There should be more fear there, but there’s not. And that’s as scary as anything I’ve seen tonight.
