Page 105 of Legacy

“Exactly. He just wants to show his big brother, the one who helped raise him, that he’s good at what he does. Now, let’s enjoy this meal. Because I’m being treated like a queen.”

“Well, if this is going to get me laid later, why not?”

I snorted, ignoring the way one of the older women from my mom’s church group glared at us.

“Now tell me what I’m eating,” I whispered. “I’m not good at this whole fancy thing.”

“And I am?” he asked.

“You lived in LA. You ate with celebrities. You went to the NFL playoffs. You know things.”

“It’s been a long time, Felicity.”

“Tell me stories anyway.”

He stared at me for a moment before nodding and pointing towards the puff pastry in front of me.

“That is a salmon puff, at least, I think.”

I grinned and let Callum explain our food, course after course, and I sat back and talked about my time in Denver, and he told me everything about LA. Everything that we had missed when we had been apart, finding ourselves.

And with each passing moment and each course, it was easier to ignore everyone around us.

By the time we were done, I was so full I felt like I could roll out of there.

Sterling waved at us from the busy kitchen, and we headed back to Callum’s truck.

“So, how was dinner?” Callum asked before lifting me into the cab of the truck once more.

“Didn’t you notice I gained like one hundred pounds just then? All good pounds. Because that was the best food ever.”

“It was pretty damn good. I guess I’ll have to let Sterling know.”

“If you don’t, I will.”

“Oh, no, you don’t. I’m getting sexual favors for that food. My brother does not.”

I threw my head back and laughed as he shut the door and came around the front of the truck.

I licked my lips as he turned over the engine and slowly began to dance my fingers along his thigh.

“You’re playing with fire, girl.”

“Am I?” I asked and slowly worked his belt.

“Do you want me to wreck?” he snapped, his voice tense.

“No. But I do want your cock in my mouth.”

I’d only had a single glass of wine, so this was all him doing this to me. Nothing and no one else.

As I slowly slid my hand underneath his waistband, he groaned and gripped my wrist.

“You do that, and I’m going to pull over to fuck you in this truck. And then one of our friends is going to catch us, or the sheriff will, and I’ll have to deal with that. So you be a good girl and keep your hands to yourself.”

I stuck out my lower lip and pouted, and he just shook his head.

“You’re going to use that mouth later for something. Don’t pout.”