Chapter Fourteen
Mancuso
I can’t remember the last time I slept so peacefully.
After leaving Callie’s place, I drove home and collapsed on my bed. Now, I lay here staring at the ceiling with my cock in hand, jacking off to the memory of her tight pussy and how she took my cock. The memories flood back and my cock kicks before my cum lands on my abdomen.
My breathing is labored as I come down from a less-than-satisfactory orgasm. I wish I was still in her bed, between her thighs, fucking her until she passed out. She has become my obsession. It was instant and intractable.
Callie is perfect. A goddess in bed and open to trying new things without much prompting. I am going to enjoy teaching her all the dirty things she never knew could bring her pleasure.
Grabbing my cell, I pull up her contact information. Alceu made sure we all had it after he took over the garage so we could get ahold of her.
Me: Are you up?
Callie: Who is this?
Me: You were screaming my name last night, but you don’t have my number?
Callie: I was moaning your name ten minutes ago in the shower…
Shock courses through me. I’ve never met a woman like her in my life. She says what she means and means what she says. Always.
Me: Fuck. Why would you tell me that?
Callie: Because it’s true.
I clear the lust out of my mind and focus on the real reason I texted her.
Me: I’ll be by to pick you up in an hour.
Callie: Why?
Me: Were going to the clinic.
Callie: No. I’m going to the clinic. I’ll let you know what happens.
Me: I’m not letting you go alone.
Callie: And we agreed no one would know our business.
Fuck. Why did I agree to that? Letting her do this on her own is a dick move, something her asshole ex would do. I don’t want her comparing me to him, even if it’s only in her mind.
For some reason it also bothers me that she is treating me like a dirty little secret. I’m not completely comfortable with this arrangement but I did agree.
Me: How about we drive down to Gypsy Falls for some parts, grab lunch, and go to the clinic?
Callie: Why are you being so adamant about this?
Me: There were two of us in the room last night.
Callie: So, you feel responsible? Guilty?
Me: No. I just don’t shirk my responsibilities.
Me: And I was hoping to grab a quickie.
My phone rings, her name scrolled across the screen.
“No quickies,” she says breathily. “You said we needed to get tested, and I needed to go on birth control before you fucked me again.”
“I lied.”
“We can’t take the risk. What if I get knocked up?”
An image pops into my head of Callie, swollen with my child. I quickly shake it off and focus back on the conversation.
“We’ll get condoms.”
She laughs loudly. “You’re incorrigible.”
“You weren’t complaining last night.”
“Fine. Pick me up in an hour. I need to make a list of parts we have to get. Even if it’s just the basics for now.”
She ends the call without letting me say anything else. Smiling, I swing out of bed and make my way to the bathroom for a shower. I dress casually afterward, not wanting to draw too much attention.
“Where are you headed?” Stefano asks when I enter the kitchen to grab some coffee.
“Out.”
“Yes, that much is clear,” he responds sarcastically. “The last time you went out alone, a strange woman brought you home. Half dead.”
“Don’t start,” I say, glaring at my youngest brother. “I’m not doing anything dangerous.”
“Then tell me where you’re going.”
I watch him, taking in the worry around his eyes. “Fine. I’m going to see a woman. We are going for a drive and getting something to eat.”
“A woman?” he asks carefully. “When did this happen?”
“It’s not serious,” I reply. “It’s been going on for a few weeks.” Lie.
“And you never mentioned anything?”
“Well, it’s not serious,” I say, rolling my eyes. “And I got shot. Lots of other shit to deal with.”
“Whatever,” he replies, shaking his head. “Don’t tell me. But please be careful. We haven’t caught the shooter yet.”
He walks out of the kitchen as I sip my coffee. That is the second time in less than twenty-four hours that I have been reminded the asshole who tried to kill me is still out there.
Somewhere.