Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 164910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 825(@200wpm)___ 660(@250wpm)___ 550(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 825(@200wpm)___ 660(@250wpm)___ 550(@300wpm)
Needles prick my throat. I’ll bet Callum likes hearing that. Words stoke his ego, don’t they?
The guy drops his mouth to Callum’s neck, the latter letting his head fall back to give him access.
My mouth is fucking dry. I shouldn’t have drunk so much alcohol.
“I need a shower,” Callum breathes out. “You want a shower?”
I grip the silver railing, watching the man’s hand lower to Callum’s groin, rubbing his cock.
The guy growls, moving his mouth to Callum’s shoulders and pushing off his shirt. “Fuck, yes.”
Fuck no. Whipping my head around, I jerk my chin at Iron. He switches the breakers, cutting the lights, and we all launch up the stairs and storm into the kitchen.
I only see Callum and his date pull away from each other, alert, but I grab a bottle of wine from the rack as I pass and throw it at the dark-haired guy like a baseball. His hands fly up, and he catches it, stumbling back and crashing to the ground. In a second, Macon is on him, Iron wrapping his arms around the guy’s neck from behind and holding an Envo mask soaked with chloroform over his mouth and nose.
Macon pins him, facing away, the guy’s body slowly going lax and his eyes closing.
Liv lies on the ground, her arms and legs locked around Callum from behind, his neck immobilized as he stares up at me.
Amusement dances in his eyes, even as the veins in his neck bulge.
The room quiets except for Liv’s whisper in Callum’s ear. “Fuckin’ Jaegers,” she taunts.
Walking over to his date, I dig in his back pocket for his money clip. Pulling out his cards, I find his license.
Micah Hearst. Oooh, sounds fancy.
I dart my eyes to Callum, who watches me. I’m not going to take his money, but I do note his gold card and his black card. Callum doesn’t need a guy with money, either. He’d rather have good dick.
I stuff the shit into Macon’s hand. “Take him,” I tell them.
Hauling Micah Hearst off the ground, Macon throws him over his shoulder, and it finally occurs to me that he didn’t yell at me when he got here. I mean, he’s mad that we brought Liv, but he didn’t try to stop me.
He’s calmed down a lot with Krisjen around. He should still be mad. What we’re doing is stupid, but I’m going to do it anyway.
They leave, my brothers carrying the men’s turtleneck sweater model. One of them will take his car to Fox Hill, the other following in the truck.
When he wakes up, his head will be pounding and he won’t be in the mood for sex.
Liv shoves Callum off of her and climbs to her feet.
Moving to him, I press my boot onto his chest, keeping him on the ground.
My sister stands at my side. “I’ll be out in a minute,” I tell her.
I don’t know if she’s satisfied. She wanted him dragged from the boat—not his boyfriend—but his night is ruined nonetheless. Still not even close to a sufficient payback after what he did to her, but I’m not looking to make him bleed tonight. Getting us arrested will only help him in his pursuit of the Bay.
She leaves to wait for me at my car, and to my surprise, Callum makes no move to rise.
The room quiets, the only sound the water kicking up against the boat.
Callum locks his hands behind his head as if he’s having fun. “Smells good, doesn’t he?”
The male model?
“He’s strong,” Callum coos. “He smiles, he tells me what he’s thinking, he can stand it when I want to look at him…”
And I can’t?
I pull off my shirt and stare down at him as I unfasten my belt, open my pants, and pull myself out.
His gaze lowers, and that fucking smile falls as his eyes linger on me and drift up my torso.
I can stand it when people look at me. Even when I’m not hard, I look good.
I just don’t care if he wants to.
But the seconds tick by, the silence between us fills the room, and he’s still taking me in, as if trying to memorize every muscle, every vein. All I’m aware of are his eyes on me.
I can stand it when people look at me.
I just don’t like it.
Callum meets my gaze again. “If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be?”
I narrow my eyes, but before I can figure out why he’s asking that, I know where I’d be.
Nowhere else but here.
With him on his back and me looking down.
Warm blood courses from my upper body down toward my legs, almost making my stomach feel like it’s floating, and I tuck myself back away before I start to get hard. “You don’t get to have fun while you torture the Bay,” I grit out. “Call off the curfew. Or not, for all I care.”