teeth and chewed nervously. Christ, it required every ounce of self-control he possessed to not take over the job for her.
However, his focus became diluted when she dropped her hand to his thigh and wrapped her fingers around the excess fabric of his relaxed-fit jeans and twisted. A moan pressed against the back of his throat, making it difficult to breathe as she twisted a little more and pulled the coarse fabric tight against his rapidly expanding cock.
Warning. Warning. Warning.
He needed to heed the screams of his mind and get the hell away from Callie as fast as possible. But with her holding his jeans captive, he was locked into place and incapable of breaking free.
From the corner of his eye, he saw her friends—the same ones who hadn’t paid her any attention when she felt threatened by Slimeball—watching her now with great interest. He had no idea how long he’d been sitting there or if the slug was still watching, but the truth was none of that mattered. Despite his internal warning system, he wasn’t ready to leave her yet.
She had a great seat in the front and probably wouldn’t want to go back to the bar to hang out with him and the boys, but he didn’t want to bail on the guys—
His randy side cut to the chase. He and Callie could get the hell out of here altogether and go back to his house… which circled him right back around to her being a good girl and Kevin ripping off his nuts. He twisted his head to work out the uncomfortable kink the image created and tried to come to grips with leaving her and going back to his seat at the bar. Alone.
“Um, Cal… you going to introduce us to your friend? ” The blonde’s nasally tone and emphasis on friend made Wade’s skin crawl.
Callie didn’t break eye contact with him right away, but the burning desire in her eyes dissipated into regret and something that looked a lot like despair. He’d seen this look before. It was similar to the expression Miranda wore at the beginning of their relationship when she was forced to introduce Wade to her friends.
All of his old resentments toward Miranda and every one of her ilk burst to the surface. As his demons reared their ugly heads to point out he was a fool for thinking she wouldn’t be embarrassed about mixing it up with a blue-collar laborer, he leaned back in his chair and gave her room to negotiate away from him. But thank all the saints in heaven above, she didn’t let go of his leg and she didn’t move away. Instead, she scooted a little closer to the edge of her chair—and him—as she turned her head to look at her friends.
“This is Wade. We work together.”
The friend closest to her smiled politely and gave a little wave. The one on the end, the one who asked to be introduced, stiffened like someone had poked her in the ass with a cattle prod. Damn if he didn’t wish he could do it for real.
At least part of his dilemma was settled. Sitting here with Callie and her friends was out of the question. Leaning forward and settling his elbows onto his knees to keep the conversation private, he said, “Our seats aren’t all that great, but you’re welcome to join us in the bar.” He smiled and notched his eyebrow playfully. “It’ll make it easier for me to keep you safe. At least from that other guy. I can’t make any promises about you being safe from me.”
He kind of hoped the half-joke would scare her off, and when she dipped her head, bashfully reiterating she was as inexperienced as he suspected, he had a heart-dropping moment where he thought his non-wish would come true. But then, to his surprise, she grabbed her purse with one hand, his hand with the other, and said, “I’m going to sit with Wade. I’ll catch up with y’all later.”
*
Callie knew there’d be hell to pay for leaving their exclusive, front-row table in favor of hanging out with the common folk in the back bar, but she didn’t care. Normally one to avoid conflict at all costs, she found herself
However, his focus became diluted when she dropped her hand to his thigh and wrapped her fingers around the excess fabric of his relaxed-fit jeans and twisted. A moan pressed against the back of his throat, making it difficult to breathe as she twisted a little more and pulled the coarse fabric tight against his rapidly expanding cock.
Warning. Warning. Warning.
He needed to heed the screams of his mind and get the hell away from Callie as fast as possible. But with her holding his jeans captive, he was locked into place and incapable of breaking free.
From the corner of his eye, he saw her friends—the same ones who hadn’t paid her any attention when she felt threatened by Slimeball—watching her now with great interest. He had no idea how long he’d been sitting there or if the slug was still watching, but the truth was none of that mattered. Despite his internal warning system, he wasn’t ready to leave her yet.
She had a great seat in the front and probably wouldn’t want to go back to the bar to hang out with him and the boys, but he didn’t want to bail on the guys—
His randy side cut to the chase. He and Callie could get the hell out of here altogether and go back to his house… which circled him right back around to her being a good girl and Kevin ripping off his nuts. He twisted his head to work out the uncomfortable kink the image created and tried to come to grips with leaving her and going back to his seat at the bar. Alone.
“Um, Cal… you going to introduce us to your friend? ” The blonde’s nasally tone and emphasis on friend made Wade’s skin crawl.
Callie didn’t break eye contact with him right away, but the burning desire in her eyes dissipated into regret and something that looked a lot like despair. He’d seen this look before. It was similar to the expression Miranda wore at the beginning of their relationship when she was forced to introduce Wade to her friends.
All of his old resentments toward Miranda and every one of her ilk burst to the surface. As his demons reared their ugly heads to point out he was a fool for thinking she wouldn’t be embarrassed about mixing it up with a blue-collar laborer, he leaned back in his chair and gave her room to negotiate away from him. But thank all the saints in heaven above, she didn’t let go of his leg and she didn’t move away. Instead, she scooted a little closer to the edge of her chair—and him—as she turned her head to look at her friends.
“This is Wade. We work together.”
The friend closest to her smiled politely and gave a little wave. The one on the end, the one who asked to be introduced, stiffened like someone had poked her in the ass with a cattle prod. Damn if he didn’t wish he could do it for real.
At least part of his dilemma was settled. Sitting here with Callie and her friends was out of the question. Leaning forward and settling his elbows onto his knees to keep the conversation private, he said, “Our seats aren’t all that great, but you’re welcome to join us in the bar.” He smiled and notched his eyebrow playfully. “It’ll make it easier for me to keep you safe. At least from that other guy. I can’t make any promises about you being safe from me.”
He kind of hoped the half-joke would scare her off, and when she dipped her head, bashfully reiterating she was as inexperienced as he suspected, he had a heart-dropping moment where he thought his non-wish would come true. But then, to his surprise, she grabbed her purse with one hand, his hand with the other, and said, “I’m going to sit with Wade. I’ll catch up with y’all later.”
*
Callie knew there’d be hell to pay for leaving their exclusive, front-row table in favor of hanging out with the common folk in the back bar, but she didn’t care. Normally one to avoid conflict at all costs, she found herself
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