Chapter 37
CALLUM
Another month has passed since the night I had to walk away from Kyra in the guest house. Tonight is the joint bachelor and bachelorette party for the guys and Nyx. I know she will be there, and I am not sure if I am ready for this, but I will go and pretend.
Standing in my room, I take a look at myself in the full-length mirror. Dark-washed jeans, with rips down the front, and I have a bright blue button-down with the sleeves rolled up just past my elbows.
Fuck, I look like a tool.
“Hey, Little Big Bro!” Graham comes strolling in and wraps an arm around my shoulders. “You look like Ky’s wet dream!”
I shove him away and start looking through my closet for something else to wear.
“Wait, why are you changing?”
“I’m trying to get over the girl, not be her wet dream.” Starting to unroll the sleeves, and Graham stills my hands.
“I know her and Nyx have been chatting. Wait until after the wedding to completely drop her.” The wedding is in a couple of weeks, and we leave next Thursday to head up to the location for a little vacation before the event actually happens.
“Fine.” I storm out of the closet and spray some cologne on my neck before Graham pulls me out of the room.
Everyone is standing in the living room with shots in their hands.
Kyra looks as gorgeous as ever. She is wearing a short black dress, covered in sequins that make her shine.
The neckline drops so precariously low that she has to be taped into it, so she doesn’t have a nip slip.
I absolutely cannot remove my eyes from her.
The months of training with Nyx and Aly have sharpened her curves. Her waist has tightened, but she still has an ass I would love to sink my teeth into, and that’s nothing compared to her tits that are defying gravity.
“Cal, get your ass over here!” Dee must have already started drinking because he is way too excited to be Demitri Meadows.
A shot glass is thrust into my hand with an amber liquid. It smells like whiskey. The cheap shit that they use just to get a quick buzz. Lifting the small glass to my lips, I shot the luke-warm liquid down my throat.
“Fuck, that is the cheap shit.” I spit out with a cough.
“Yup, the good stuff is locked up, dummy.” The booze smell is wafting off Dee as he wraps an arm around my shoulders.
“Okay, Brother.” Graham approaches from the kitchen carrying a bottle of water. “Drink this before we head out.”
It’s cute that Graham is not usually the caretaker in this house. But seeing Demitri let loose after the last year we had. It hasn’t been quite a year since they laid eyes on Nyx, but still, it’s been a wild ride.
“Car’s pulling up!” Graham calls out as he opens the gate with his phone.
We all file out of the house, and Kyra stands before me as the last couple of people to leave the house.
Her blonde hair is just a touch longer than normal, styled into gentle waves that fall just above her shoulders.
Her gorgeous green eyes are lined with dark eyeliner and a shimmery dark shadow.
Giving my sunflower a dark and sultry vibe.
“You first.” I hold my arm out to direct her out of the house towards the Escalade Graham rented for us.
This night has been interesting to say the least. Kyra and Nyx haven’t left the small dance floor they made at Grant’s. Thank goodness Grant loves us. I can’t imagine another bar that would let us come in and redecorate.
Kyra’s hips sway to the beat, and I am mesmerized by the movement. The buzz flowing through my veins has me feeling good enough to throw my hat in the ring with her again. But also sober enough to know it’s a bad idea. I really don’t want to nurse a damaged heart again tonight.
Sitting at the bar, I am nursing a Jack and Coke, just watching. I feel like a stalker, but I mean the girls absolutely no harm. Well, unless Ky wants it a little rough.
“Hey, Cal, right?” Molly’s southern accent peaks out slightly.
“Ya, that’s me.” I give her a gentle smile.
“Why ain’t ya out there dancin’ with your girl? You are Kyra’s Cal, aren’t you?” She questions.
Her words cut deep, and I can feel my chest squeeze. I know she is part of their girl gang. Doesn’t she know that Kyra pushes me away every single time I try to get close?
“I would love to be out there with her.” I hang my head as I hear the words leave my mouth. Like watching from outside of my body.
“Ahh, she’s doing her Kyra thing. Are you going to just watch her like a lost puppy until she decides she will risk her heart again?” She doesn’t mean to call me out like that, knowing Molly. But fuck if it isn’t like a stab right to the damn chest.
“Hi pot, I’m kettle,” I say with a chuckle. Molly is just as guilty of watching David as I am of Kyra. Those two need to just talk. Molly seems to think Devil Dog won’t protect her from Travis. Even if she doesn’t end up with David, she’s a part of this family whether she likes it or not.
“Haha,” she lets out one of those sarcastic laughs. “Very funny. Cute and a sense of humor, how can Kyra resist?” Molly fiddles with a loose red curl hanging by her face.
She is pretty by every standard of the word. She’s not my Sunflower, but before I would have taken her home with me…
To get over one girl, get under another.
Can I do that? Take Kyra’s best friend home? Would Molly even risk girl code like that?
“Hey, golden boy, why are you lookin’ at me like that?” Despite her teasing tone, her green eyes light up. Her’s aren’t the same shade as Kyra’s, more bottle green than Ky’s blue green.
“Just thinking.”
“Wanna fill in the class since you are sittin’ at my bar?” She laughs, and it warms a tiny piece of my soul.
“Nothing.” I refuse to tell her I was thinking about trying to get over Kyra by fucking her.
“You were debatin’ if I would help you? If we could help each other?”
Fuck!
“No, never.” I shoot back what’s left in my drink quickly. This is going to involve a lot more alcohol in my veins than the gentle buzz I have currently.
“Uh huh. Meet me by the bathrooms in like five.” Molly picks up a stack of dirty cups and walks back towards the kitchen. Taking the long hallway that includes the storage room and the bathrooms.
Standing up, I steel my spine and decide it’s now or never. I walk down the dark hallway, lit only by a few gentle lights that showcase signed photos of Grant with some of Detroit’s big names.
Suddenly, I am being pulled into the storage room, and the door is being shut behind me.
“Anyone see ya, Golden Boy?” Fuck, I hate that nickname she keeps calling me.
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Good.”
It’s a split second before her lips are on mine. They are plush and soft, but not my Sunflower’s. There is nothing. My dick is still flaccid and uninterested in this redhead.
“Nope.” We both blurt out just moments after our lips meet.
“That felt like kissin’ my brother. Gross. I may be southern, but I am not that southern.” She says with a chuckle.
“Glad we figured that out.” I laugh and walk out of the storage room.