60. Calvin
CALVIN
“Fuuuuck.” I groan as I stare at the message that came through a few minutes ago.
Despite being desperate to get up, get dressed, and go and find her, I force myself to stay where I am.
I’m overthinking it. I know I am.
What if she doesn’t want me to turn up?
What if she’s annoyed that I ruin girls’ night?
I grew up with two sisters. I might have left home at the earliest possibility, but I was around them for long enough to know that women take girl code very seriously.
As if she can read my mind, the dots start bouncing on the screen. I wait with my stomach knotted with indecision.
Bea: Unless you want her to dance with someone else.
“Fuck it. Fuck. It,” I state, cutting through the silence of my apartment as I finally get to my feet and march through to the bedroom.
I take a deep breath as I step over the threshold. I know it’s crazy. Sienna was only in here for a few minutes really, but I swear her scent still lingers in the air.
I didn’t see her last night—she worked late, and I had a fundraising thing that I couldn’t get out of.
By the time I was done, she was already asleep, so I was forced to crawl into my bed alone.
But much to my delight, my pillow still smelled like her, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t press my nose into it and inhale her.
I was hard in a heartbeat. I jerked off with the memory of her here with me, coming all over my face, but while it felt good, it barely scratched the surface of what I need.
I need her.
And right now, I know exactly where she is.
I bite the inside of my cheek as I think about her on the dance floor, rolling those round hips, losing herself to the music.
“Ah, shit,” I hiss when I miss the leg hole and stumble until I’m lying on the bed. “Motherfucker,” I grunt.
Thankfully, my second attempt is more successful. My cell buzzes again as I’m doing them up.
Bea: She’s already had a couple of drinks…She will probably need someone to make sure she gets home safely…
A laugh tumbles out of me before I finally send her a reply.
Calvin: You can stop. You convinced me long ago.
Bea: Good. She doesn’t know I’ve messaged you. Don’t make me regret it.
Calvin: Wouldn’t dream of it.
Bea: Good boy.
I shake my head, although I also can’t wipe the smile from my lips.
After pulling a shirt on, I run my fingers through my hair and check myself out in the mirror before pushing my feet into a pair of shoes, grabbing a jacket, and getting the hell out of my apartment.
I call an Uber as I ride the elevator to the lobby.
“Evening, Mr. Keller.”
“Evenin’, Clint,” I say, sounding cheerier than I’m sure he’s heard in a while.
Proving me right, he gives me a double take.
“Looking sharp tonight,” he says, taking in my outfit. “Meeting someone special?”
“Sure am.”
He eyes me amusedly. He’s seen Sienna and me coming back and forth together a few times now. I’m sure he’s figured it out.
“Someone I know?” he teases.
“Yep. Don’t you go getting any ideas now you know she’s taken. Sienna Wentworth is mine. Always has been.”
His eyebrows hit his hairline.
I never made a habit of bringing women back to my apartment. I much prefer getting a hotel, being in neutral territory. The risk of them thinking it’s more than a one-night thing is reduced, and it leaves zero chance for them to turn up unannounced and demand a second round.
“If I were thirty years younger and not happily married, you might have something to worry about, but as it is…” He lets his words trail off as I chuckle.
“Good to know she’s safe from your charm,” I say with a smile as my driver pulls up outside. “Have a good night.”
“You too. I’m on until midnight, so I might see you again.” He winks and wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
I’m still laughing as I spill out onto the street. If I still had a relationship with my father, I’d hope that it would be a little bit like I have with Clint. Easy-going and full of banter.
“Evenin’,” I say as I drop into the back of the waiting car, excitement fluttering in my stomach for what I’m about to do. And it only grows, although with a healthy dose of anticipation the closer we get to the club.
“Here’s good,” I say once we’re just a little down the street. I might be desperate to get in there, but a short walk to burn off some of the energy buzzing through my veins isn’t a bad thing.
Despite the line to get inside, I play the cocky athlete card and step straight up to the bouncers, assuming that they’ll recognize me and allow me to skip. Thankfully, it works like a charm, much to the annoyance of those at the front of the line, desperate to get inside.
I take a deep breath as I step into the main club area.
While we might spend evenings in here up in the VIP area, I’m no stranger to the main dance floor. I’m not ashamed to say that I’ve picked up more women than I can count on a night out down here.
Tonight, though, I only have sights for one woman.
I know what she’s wearing; the little minx made sure to send me a photo of her in her sequined red dress before she left her apartment earlier.
It’s not just the sexy little dress that makes the photo so hot; though, it’s the sparkle in her eyes.
The confidence she wears that drew me in that first day she turned up at the ranch, and did exactly the same in this very club all those months ago.
I search the club, ducking around drunk patrons, arguing couples and others that really need to get a room. I do a sweep of the bar but come up empty-handed.
I come to a stop at the very far corner, and I’m about to message Bea to ask if they’ve already moved on when I get a flash of red.
Even the smallest sighting is enough to have my dick jumping to attention.
Pocketing my cell, I push forward, my eyes locked on the woman I can’t get out of my head.
Thankfully, the people between us move as I begin marching toward them with no intention of slowing down.
My breath catches as Sienna fully turns her back on me.
Holy shit. Her dress is backless.
My eyes run down the creamy expanse of her back, all the way to where her dress starts just above her ass.
My mouth waters, and my semi aches in my pants.
Goddamn…this woman was sent to kill me, I’m sure.
One of the other girls from the salon notices me first, and she quickly nudges the one beside her, jerking her chin in my direction as I close the space between my woman and me.
Both of them light up with excitement, and soon, Sienna is the only one of her little group who’s oblivious to what’s about to happen.
As I close in on her, I forget that they’re there, that they’re watching. My focus is solely on my girl.
My girl.
Fuck. I’ve waited so long to be able to say that.
My fingers twitch with the need to touch her as I step up behind her.
Her hair tickles the side of my face a beat before I grab her hips and press the length of my body against her.
She startles, her entire body tensing the second I touch her, but the moment I lean in close and whisper in her ear, she relaxes.
“This dress has got me all kinds of messed up, darlin’.”
This time, when she moves, I release my hold on her hips enough for her to spin around in my arms.
“Calvin,” she breathes, staring up into my eyes.
Bea was right; she’s been drinking. Her eyes are a little bloodshot and unfocused.
She throws her arms around my neck and holds me close.
“You’re here,” she slurs as if she was expecting me. “Why are you here?” she asks, suddenly looking confused.
“A little birdy told me you were here and a little drunk, and that maybe you’d need a strong, hot man to help you home.”
She swats my chest. “Bea did not say that.” She giggles as if she’s just said the funniest thing.
“She might have,” I argue.
“Hmm, sure. Dance with me,” she says, rolling her hips against mine.
My hands slip a little until her firm ass fills them. I squeeze her gently as her pupils dilate.
Damn, my girl is tipsy and horny.
Bea is a fucking genius.
The second I duck my head, she reaches up and our lips meet.
A groan rumbles deep in my throat as her tongue glides against mine.
Fuck. This is what I needed.
The rest of the world falls away as we make out right there in the middle of the club. The music lowers; the people disappear. The only things that exist are the two of us.
Nothing else matters.
One song ends and another starts, but nothing changes other than that.
I’m fully hard now, and there’s no way she can’t feel it pressing against her stomach.
Eventually, we part, both of us heaving for breath, but I can’t stop kissing her.
As I drop my lips to her neck, Sienna spins around, pressing her ass against my crotch.
“Fucking hell, darlin’,” I grunt as she grinds against me shamelessly. “Are you trying to make me lose my mind?”
She shoots me a seductive glance over her shoulder, batting her thick eyelashes like she’s oh-so innocent.
As the tempo of the song speeds up, so do her dance moves.
I’m riding a knife’s edge, and if she doesn’t fucking stop…that’s a story I really don’t need in the media.
I might not have paid attention to anyone else in this club, but it would be naive of me to think I hadn’t been spotted, that people haven’t taken photos of us together.
My stomach knots at the thought of thrusting Sienna into that part of my life and the media that surrounds it.
“We should get out of here,” I shout in her ear so she can hear me over the music.
“Soon,” she calls back before resting her head on my shoulder.
She closes her eyes, and together we move in time with the music.
It’s the most at peace I’ve ever been while surrounded by hundreds of people.
Forgetting about everything, I lose myself in the moment with her.
I lose track of time; it could be ten minutes or two hours later when Sienna finally blinks up at me, her eyes bleary and exhausted.
“Take me home.”
Fucking hell. Have I ever heard three sweeter words?
“Whatever you want, darlin’.”
I take her hand, and, with my sights set on the exit, I tug her along with me.
It’s not until we’re outside and waiting for the car I called on the way out that I realize I didn’t even give her a chance to say goodbye to her friends.
“What about the others?” I ask, staring down into her eyes.
“Don’t worry about them. They can look after themselves. Tonight, though, I think I need a little help.”
I press in closer, wrapping my arms around her. “Is that right?”
“Yep. So much so, I think you might need to stay over to take care of me.”