6. Blake
Blake
I pull up outside my offices. She doesn’t have anything perishable in the back, so there is no reason for her to hurry home. What I don’t know is why I’ve decided to bring her here. You like her close, a little voice whispers. I shut it down, not ready to read too much into this thing between us yet.
I’ve known her less than twenty-four hours, and I’ve already tongue-fucked her on her doorstep and in the front seat of my car. I can’t remember the last time I felt so out of control.
“Where are we?” she questions as I turn off the engine.
“These are my offices. It’s bring-a-hellcat-to-work day today,” I claim, straight-faced.
“Haha, you are just hilarious,” she sasses, not waiting for me as she climbs out on her own.
“Next time, wait for me to get the door,” I order when she makes it around the car, placing my hand on the small of her back as I lead her inside.
She frowns. “Why?”
Can’t she ever just do as she’s told?
“Because my grandmother would have my ass if she found out I didn’t use my manners.” And that’s no lie.
“Really?”
Something in her tone has me looking down at her.
“So, she wouldn’t take kindly to you picking me up, throwing me bodily over your shoulder, and then fornicating with me in the parking lot of the local mini-market?” she probes.
“Who’s fornicating? Wait, is it still called fornicating, or is it just Netflix and chillin’ now?” Marcus asks as he strides out from the back with a file in his hand.
Callie’s mouth drops open as she tilts her head up to look at Marcus. Marcus is a big guy, the tallest of all of us, with jet-black hair, dark green eyes, and an intense aura about him that draws attention wherever he goes.
“Callie, this is Marcus. Marcus, Callie. She just moved in next door to my grandmother,” I tell him as he smiles the smile that has women flocking to him. Keep it up, fucker.
She stares at him, not blinking, not saying anything for a moment, making Marcus look at me in question.
“Callie?” I nudge her, wondering what happened to chatty Cathy.
She places her hand over the side of her mouth, hiding it from Marcus’s view, but she doesn’t quiet her voice when she speaks. “I’m trying to remember the politically polite way to tell a hot stranger they have food in their teeth.”
“You think he’s hot?” I growl, not liking the idea one fucking bit.
“I have eyes,” she says with a laugh like that answers everything. Maybe I need to kiss her again.
“Oh, shit!” Marcus chuckles, grabbing a bottle of water and swilling his mouth before smiling at her once more. “Better?”
She steps closer to look before nodding. “Yep, all gone. Don’t worry, Popeye, it happens to us all.”
“Popeye?” I question, looking between them. So now Marcus has a nickname too? Yep, definitely need to kiss her and remind her who she belongs to.
Wait. Where the fuck did that come from?
“Popeye seems like a good name for a man with spinach in his teeth,” she answers with a shrug.
I can’t help but laugh, suddenly not nearly as bothered as I was a moment ago. “Stop embarrassing my men,” I mock scold her, making her open her eyes wider before she rushes to apologize to Marcus.
“Lord, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. But then what if you see a hot girl and you smile, and she is all ‘Eww, nasty,’ and then your potential future wife slips through your fingers?”
Marcus is smiling big now, clearly finding her as amusing as I do. “I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t want to marry a woman who would walk away from me just because I had something stuck in my teeth,” he rightly points out.
She narrows her eyes at him. “Well, I guess that depends on what is stuck in your teeth.”
“Okay, I’ll bite,” he says curiously. “Pretend you’re my girl. Name one thing that, if you saw it stuck in my teeth, you’d leave me for.” He winks, making me glare at him as I move closer to her and place a possessive hand on her hip.
Mine, asshole.
She stands there thinking, making both Marcus and me smile because he is right in what he said. No woman worth having would leave a man just because he has something stuck in his teeth.
“Oh, I got it,” she announces proudly, but I doubt it. “A pubic hair.”
I choke on my spit as Marcus roars with laughter.
“I’ll concede. That is indeed nasty, but you wouldn’t leave a man who was clearly seeing to your needs, now, would you?” I query with a wiggle of my brow, making her blush.
“Oh, I would,” she disagrees emphatically.
“Now, that just means you’ll miss out on a man going down on you.” Marcus points out the flaw in her logic, but she shakes her head like we’re the ones missing the point.
“If you had pubic hair in your teeth, I’d walk out the door without looking back because it sure as hell wouldn’t be mine. I wax everything off.”
All three of us freeze at her words. Her eyes, believe it or not, grow impossibly wider than before as if she can’t believe she just said that. And that makes two of us. I have to step behind her to hide my cock, which is hard enough to pound nails at the thought of Callie’s smooth pussy.
Marcus dissolves into fits of laughter. He’s loud enough to draw the attention of Arlo, Felix, and Kellen from their offices.
“Holy fuck, the hot guys are multiplying,” she gasps when she catches sight of them, making me glare at her.
She throws her arms up in the air. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m not used to being around this much of a…” She waves her hand around the room to indicate all of us. “Collection of hotness. You guys should be on a calendar. Wait, is there a calendar?” she asks all in one breath as she turns to face me.
“She yours, Blake?” Arlo’s voice rings out, laced with laughter.
“Damn straight,” I tell him smugly, even as her back goes ramrod straight at my words.
“Bummer,” Arlo mutters with a lip twitch.
“Now, wait a minute,” she yells as I spin her around and lean over her.
“We went shopping for condoms,” I remind her.
“No, we did?—”
“You already gave me a cute pet name,” I add with a sly unrepentant smile, cutting her off and making her splutter.
“I call you Bundy, for god’s sake,” she yells, exasperated.
“And let’s not forget how intimately acquainted I am with your pink—” She slaps her hand over my mouth before turning to face my guys, who are all watching her with smiles on their faces.
“The funeral is at four. Closed casket,” she tells them, making Kellen look at her with a frown before he asks her softly.
“Whose funeral?”
She looks at him and cocks her eyebrow before pointing at me. “His.”