Page 66 of Bound By Secrets

“You okay, Little C?” Biting the inside of my cheek, I force myself to smile and nod my head. Connor watches me for a moment and shakes his head. “No, you’re not.”

Tears blur my vision as he walks towards us. When he wraps his arms around me and Callum, my tears start to fall.

“Mum will have an explanation for all of this, Callie. I know she will.”

Chapter Thirty-Two

Brad

After leaving Callie’s house a few days ago, we haven’t really spoken to her or seen her. We wanted to give her time to deal with her emotions and process all of the information she’d learned about her family. She didn’t ask, but we all agreed that we should. We could tell that she needed it.

She hasn’t responded to most of our messages, and I don’t blame her. But, with her slow replies all weekend and not being at college yesterday or today, I was starting to miss her.

I guess that explains why I’m currently standing outside her front door with a stupid plan in my mind and debating with myself on whether to ring the bell.

The police officers sitting in the car keep cautiously glancing at me even though they know who I am and that I’m allowed to be here. I suppose I may look a little suspicious standing here for five minutes without knocking or pressing the button, but I don’t know if it’s the right thing to do.

“Just ring the doorbell, talk to her for a little bit and then mention going out,” I coax. I quickly glance around to be sure that no one is watching me talk to myself and then I take in adeep breath before pushing my thumb on the little button beside the door.

I squint my eyes, watching through the glass for any movement, but there isn’t any.

Fuck, do I ring the bell again?

I scratch the back of my head and glance over to the unmarked police car again, seeing the officers still watching me.

I’m about to turn around and accept defeat, but then I hear the door click open and Callie’s soft voice greets my ears.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

My eyes trail down her body, and saliva pools in my mouth at the sight of her. She’s wearing a tight blush pink tank top that’s clinging to her rounded breasts and showcasing her pert little nipples. A pair of matching cotton shorts that show off her beautifully thick thighs and shapely hips has my teeth sinking into my lower lip.

She clears her throat, and a quiet giggle escapes her. That snaps me out of my trance, and my eyes dart back up to her face.

“Hey, uh, sorry. What did you ask me?” I internally groan when I realise how much of a fool I’m making of myself, but her blushing cheeks and the shy smile that’s crawling across her face push away my embarrassment.

“Do you want to come inside?” She asks, pushing the door wider and glancing over my shoulder to scan the driveway and the street.

I nod, “Yeah, if that’s-” My words cut off when she turns and saunters through the entryway towards the kitchen. My eyes drop to her arse, and I feel the stirring of arousal in my lower stomach as I watch her hips sway.

Subconsciously, my head tilts to the side so I can see the little peek of her lower cheeks that’s poking out from the bottom of the shorts.

I quickly shake my head, clearing away all of the dirty thoughts trying to infiltrate my mind, and walk into the house. As I turn to close the door, I reach down and adjust my half-mast dick in my jeans, trying to relieve the friction in hopes that it will soften again.

When I walk into the kitchen and see Callie crouched down with her head buried in the freezer, I know that the swell in my trousers has no chance of going down.

As I’m appreciating the view of Callie’s plump lower cheeks, Ryker walks into the kitchen in a pair of tight-fitted grey jogging bottoms with his sculpted upper body on show. When he spots me standing by the counter, he raises his dark brows as his icy blue eyes scan my body.

A smirk appears on his face when he spots the obvious lump in my jeans, his eyes flicking back up to meet mine and the cocky fucker winks.

“You happy to see me, Brad?”

I feel my cheeks heat as I scoff at him, rolling my eyes.

“I thought you said you bought ice cream this morning. There’s none in here,” Callie whines, closing the freezer door before shuffling over to the counter I’m leaning against.

“I did. It’s in the bottom drawer!”

When Ryker turns to the freezer, my eyes go wide when I see the expansive ink on his skin.

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