Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
She heaves the roll of toilet paper at her brother. “Take that to Hans. He’s waiting for it.”
I holster my gun and walk over to her. Callan disappears into the B&B, much to my disappointment.
“You can’t fly through town like that. You’ll run someone over,” I tell her, amused at the woman who looks like the female version of Callan. “And even though half of them probably deserve it, it’s my job to protect everyone.”
“Shelly Kincaid,” she says, offering her hand and winning smile. “I feel like we started off on the wrong foot. I swear I normally obey all laws. I leave the rule-breaking to my menace-to-society baby brother.”
“See if I ever bring your boyfriend something to wipe his ass with again,” Callan gripes, sneaking up behind Shelly to mess up her hair. “Did you let Dante cook? I thought we agreed he sucked.”
“He does suck,” Shelly agrees, “but it wasn’t his cooking that did it. Hans ate a burger at the bowling alley for lunch.”
Callan cringes. “Bad move. He’s only been warned like eight thousand times.”
“I know. He’s pretty, not smart.” She smirks. “On that note, I better go check on my boyfriend. Nice to meet you, officer!” She reaches into the Lexus to grab her purse and the opened package of toilet paper and then prances away like I didn’t just pull her ass over. “See you around!”
I lift my brows. “Did she just sneak her way out of a ticket?”
“It’s her super-power,” Callan says with a laugh. “Shelly Belly can get out of any trouble with anyone. She pretends it never happened and goes about her merry little way.”
I approach him, noting how he shivers from the icy wind. “Where’s your coat?”
His eyes turn stormy in the moonlight. “It got…soiled.”
By Ned fucking Townsend. I’d left out who the recipient of Ned’s spit was when I spoke with Jax because I didn’t want him finding a pattern and pointing the blame in the wrong direction. As someone who always had trouble following him growing up, I know how it feels. Some people just have bad luck, but it doesn’t mean they’re the bad one.
Callan has that luck.
Luckily for him, he has me to look after his sunny ass.
“Here,” I grunt as I unzip my coat.
His eyes widen in horror. “Ew. No. That’s from…”
“Bean’s? Everything I own is from Bean’s or something I picked up at a concert.”
“That explains a lot. God,” Callan huffs. “Am I going to have to redecorate your house and your wardrobe?”
I step closer until he has to tilt his head back to see me as I tower over him. “What’s wrong with Bean’s?”
“What’s right with Bean’s? You dress like Jax and every other lumberjack wannabe daddy around here.”
I’m amused at his words, and I can’t take my eyes off his lips that glisten in the muted light. I told him when I kissed him, I’d claim him. We’d embark on a journey he would never forget.
Sex. Pleasure. An insane ride.
He just needs to strap in and let me drive.
“Did you think about what I said earlier?” I rumble, gripping his biceps and rubbing warmth into them over his thin shirt. “About the kiss?”
His teeth tug at his shiny bottom lip, brows furrowed with thought. He shrugs his shoulders like that half-assed answer is going to make any damn sense to me.
“I’m going to kiss you, Callan. You’re the stubborn one holding out.”
“I should go inside,” he murmurs, dragging his stare to my neck. “Warmer.”
“Hotter in my truck.”
He scoffs. “The last thing I need is Shelly or Dante seeing me make out with a cop in the driveway. No.”
“There are worse things than making out with a cop.”
“Like?”
“Like making out with the sheriff’s little brother.”
“You’re as jealous as he is. Jesus.”
“Difference is,” I rumble as I tug him against my chest and envelop him in a tight embrace, “you want me too. That poor kid has some unrequited love shit going on with you. Meanwhile, you’re aching for someone like me to show you real pleasure.” My palms roam to his tight ass, and I squeeze it in a rough way that has him gasping. “Won’t be long, and you’ll be begging for it.”
“So. Fucking. Arrogant.” He wriggles out of my hold and scowls at me. “Bye, Officer Larson.”
I flash him a wide grin. “See you later, baby Kincaid.”
He flips me off and then runs his adorable ass back into the B&B.
I’m going to have him. So goddamn soon. This foreplay between us is like a tautly-pulled cord, and I’m seconds from cutting through it whether he’s ready or not.
I’m coming, little Callan.
Be ready.
Callan
Does he have to look so ridiculously hot all the time? That’s the damn crime around here. I didn’t think I wanted to see him again, but with his gun drawn, looking all authoritative, I’m right back to square one.