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“But be prepared. Brush up on your acting skills. Because I’m really going to sell our relationship to your friends.” He glanced at me, and it felt like a dare.
“I think I can handle that,” I said with more confidence than he seemed to expect.
“We’ll see,” he said, then he focused on the road.
22
BLAKE
Jessie’s hesitanceabout me cooking dinner meant my pride was on the line. I intended to grill the hell out of some burgers, and veggies, just to prove how full of shit she was.
I also wanted a delicious dinner. And maybe to impress Callie.
The primal, caveman part of me that had given in and slept with her also wanted to show off. Show her I could be a good provider as well as a protector. It was ridiculous.
But I went with it, and after starting the grill and watching Callie and Elsie dance for a while, I headed out to grill dinner and show my sister up.
It worked. She did bring a bean salad, without three tablespoons of salt to ruin it, and Mom brought a cherry pie. Everything was perfect.
And by the end of the evening, Elsie felt like Callie had helped her perfect her routine. It looked fantastic to me, but Elsie always did.
She and Callie got along like a house on fire, setting another ache inside me. Her being so good to Elsie, and so accepted by my family, intensified the pull I felt toward her.
As much as it made me want to storm across the room and kiss her, the presence of my family kept me from it. After they left, Callie helped me clean up the kitchen. And when I wasn’t paying attention, she disappeared upstairs.
No cuffs would keep her in my bed tonight. There was no excuse to even bring it up. After I cleaned up and got ready for bed, I almost knocked on her door to wish her good night. Deep down, I had some small hope that she might invite me in. Or grab my shirt and pull me in.
Ridiculous.
I walked past her room and went to my own.
I almost turned on the intercom to tell her good night. To see what she would say. To see if I could find an opening to keep talking to her for a while.
I could hear her moving around in her room, so she’d turned the mic on. If she wanted to talk to me, she would.
I rolled over in my bed to press my face against the pillow where she’d rested her head the night before.
I inhaled deeply, the scent of her light, flowery perfume barely there but clear enough to make my cock twitch. I put my hand on the sheet where she’d been when I woke up.
I tried to fall asleep but kept thinking about how good she felt around me. How she pushed back to take me in and squeezed my cock as she came.
Damn it, Blake.
I got up and dropped to the floor, determined to do push-ups until I stopped thinking about how amazing it had felt to be inside her.
My groin slapping against her heart-shaped ass as I got close. Because I wasn’t going to get any sleep if all I did was lay there, longing for something I was damn near desperate to have again.
Eventually, I got back into bed, my arms aching from the exertion. I closed my eyes and focused on the arrest report summary I needed to finish over the next week. It was tedious and unexciting enough that, even with Callie’s perfume clinging to the pillow, I managed to sleep.
* * *
“No.”
I opened my eyes, unsure if I heard the word or if I’d only dreamed it.
“No.”
The whimpered word wasn’t in my dream. It was Callie’s voice coming through the intercom. I raced out of the bedroom and burst into hers, unsure what I’d find. The moon shone through the window enough that I didn’t flip the light on as I passed it. Instead, I rushed to the bed to stop whatever was happening.
