Hell, I’d sleep outside their room again just in case Cody decided to sneak out like he had before.
But for now, right this instant, I had her full attention. I rolled my hips and lifted one of her legs over my shoulder, deepening the thrust and hitting an angle that caused her head to drop back onto the mattress with a gasp. Her fingers spasmed on the covers, and when she reached for me, I filled her completely.
My cock throbbed. Callie lifted her hips to meet me when I withdrew and thrust forward. We found a rhythm that locked our bodies into motion and edged us both toward release. “I could watch you like this forever.” I rubbed my hand up and down her thigh, using my free hand to brace my weight on the headboard and lengthening my thrusts.
Her eyes fluttered, the lashes sweeping her cheeks before she met my gaze. “I wouldn’t complain.”
It was the first time we’d danced around the subject of the future. I let it go before I said some bullshit and ruined the moment, using my body to tell her all the things my mouth didn’t know how to say.
I loved her. I’d been in love with her for a while. It was why I’d left. How could someone like me think for even a second that a woman as wonderful as Callie would let me stick around? So I’d busted out. Then she’d left and I hadn’t been right since.
Callie shifted beneath me, her body tensing and releasing as her orgasm spiraled closer. I needed to see that, needed the fulfilment on her face and her body’s reaction to mine. It was the only thing I had going for me.
Shifting my position, I looped her knees over my arms and buried my cock in her, then backed out and repeated the process.My muscles tensed in time with hers. Not yet. I couldn’t give in yet.
“Colt.” Callie ground out my name and reached for me. Her fingers dug into my arms and she pulled me down and kissed me.
Her scent filled my head and stole every thought except one. Make her happy.
She slid her legs off my arms and locked her heels in my thighs as they tensed and quivered.
Any second now. She nipped my bottom lip and gasped when I snapped my hips forward. She shattered on the next thrust, a string of gasps mingling with her groans of pleasure. I’d never heard a sound so sweet. It made me want to stay right here forever. I pumped my hips again, chasing my own release.
Callie scraped her blunted nails down my spine and grabbed my ass, hauling me against her. “Come on, Colt.”
Like I’d been waiting for that exact moment, my body contracted as my cock swelled and emptied, pleasure exploding across every nerve until I trembled almost as much as she did.
We lay there, panting and slick with sweat, for several seconds. I’d have stayed longer, but Callie nudged my hip with her knee, a silent request for me to move. How many nights had I lain awake dreaming of holding her? Too many to count.
And it still wouldn’t happen. Callie didn’t cuddle. Maybe she would if she thought there was more to this whole thing than sex, but we’d never talked about it.
Talking. Ugh. I’d rather not.
Callie rolled from the bed and headed into my bathroom. She came out a few minutes later with her hair freshly braided and a languid ease to her movements. “I’d better go check on Cody.”
I nodded and stood, the two of us dressing almost as fast as she’d torn off our clothes. Not a lot I could say to convince her to stay, even if I did have the right words. Protecting Cody came first, and even though he was locked in a house with enough men to stop just about anything, she’d been through too much to trust us implicitly.
I followed her into the hallway and down to their room, pausing by the door to give her one last kiss before I dropped into the chair. Callie gave me a look as she closed the door, a question in her eyes. I shook my head and closed my eyes, propping the back of my head against the wall.
Diesel woke me the next morning with a tap of his toe against mine. “Hawk wants you to bring Callie and Cody in for breakfast. I’m working on retrieving data.” He walked away without a backward look, knowing good and well I’d do exactly what he demanded.
We spent the morning being told stories by Cody over plates of pancakes and bacon, then going onto the front porch and the overhang where Diesel worked on the drone.
“When can I learn to ride a real bike?” Cody scuffed his toes in the gravel driveway and frowned at his tricycle. “I like the new paint. It’s really cool, but three wheels are for little kids.”
“Excuse me?” Rally, one of the oldest guys in our club, set his hands on his hips and pretended to frown at Cody. “You see that one there?” He pointed at his bike at the far end of the lot.
Cody nodded, his cheeks flushing. “Yes, sir.”
“Old people ride on three wheels too.” Rally snorted and ruffled Cody’s hair when the boy stammered. “I’m just messing with you, kid.”
Rally and the others spread out to follow Hawk’s orders to watch the perimeter and keep club business moving. Cody watched them go until just the five of us stood beneath the overhang.
Callie kept shooting looks at the shop, the longing evident in every jittery motion. She needed something to do. We all did.
Waiting around sucked ass.
“But what about a motorcycle? Or a dirtbike?” Cody bounced back to his original topic with a literal leap forward that almost sent him sprawling when the gravels shifted beneath his feet.
