This moment feels heavy. Wes should go find Noah. And the fact that he’s even considering not doing that means that for whatever reason, he’s choosing to be with me instead.
I’m not sure I like that.
“Don’t you want to go find him?”
Emotions pass over Wes’s face. “Yes. But I want to make sure you are safe. I don’t feel comfortable with you being alone. Shane and Jones are out there somewhere, and they know you’re here.”
“Wes, I’ll be okay. Or I can come?”
“No. I’m staying with you. I don’t want you in any more danger. You’ve been through too much.”
I throw myself into his chest, and he pulls me tight against him.
I’ve never felt safer than when I’m with Wes.
And that scares the shit out of me.
Chapter 31
Uh Oh
WES
We step off the elevator and into the long, dark hallway of the hotel. It’s not in the best neighborhood, but it’s nondescript, they take cash, and it’s close to where Noah’s staking out Joe Killer.
I should go find my brother. I should have Noah’s back.
What if things go wrong tonight? What if someone catches him staking out the apartment building based on a stupid fucking tip from Scorpion?
Callie entwines her fingers with mine, and I tug her close to my body as we walk down the hallway looking for the room number Noah texted me. I glance down at her. I can’t put her in danger. I can’t leave her alone.
I’m being torn in two, just like I’ve always been afraid of, a reason I don’t let myself date.
But here I am, with gorgeous and sexy Callie.
I will keep her safe. I have to.
So for tonight, Noah’s going to have to take care of himself. I shudder at the thought.
I swipe the keycard and let us into the room, then turn to Callie standing next to me, watching, waiting. I reach down and pull her against me, and she hops up and wraps her legs around my waist.
“Fuck,” I whisper and turn to press her against the wall, holding her against me by her thighs. “I want you so fucking bad, Calliope.”
Her eyes shut as I press my cock against her center, a soft moan sounding from her gorgeous throat.
“Wes, god, fuck.”
I bury my head in the warm spot where her neck meets her shoulder and press my open mouth against her skin. Fuck me. She tastes so good. I drag my mouth up her neck and tug on her earlobe with my teeth.
“Are you sure—” she gasps when I thrust between her legs. There are too many fucking layers between us. “—you don’t want to go?”
“Absolutely fucking not,” I growl. As if I’d leave her here alone? She’s out of her mind if she thinks that’s going to happen. I step away from the wall and walk her to the bed, my hands gripping her perfect round ass, then lower her supple body until her feet are on the ground. “Strip,” I order, watching her every move as I slide my jacket off and pull the long-sleeved t-shirt from my body in one swift motion.
I can’t take my eyes off her as she shrugs out of her jacket and pulls her tank top off her body, exposing her thin white bra. I rub my cock through my jeans with one hand as she unbuttons her jeans and wiggles out of them. I follow suit and step out of my pants, my cock straining against my boxer briefs.
“What now?” she says, her voice breathy.
“Pull your bra down.”
