Page 65 of Fall Wherever They May

“What did your mom say that caused you to look embarrassed?” I click the fob, unlocking the truck.

“Nothing important.” She reaches out and opens her door. I slam it shut. She turns to me, shocked, as I back her up against the door and cage her in, pressing my body tight against hers.

“One would think you’d know better than to open doors when I’m around. Call me old-fashioned, but that’s my job, Angel.”

I take her lips between mine in a sweet kiss before reaching around her and opening her door. She climbs in, and I pull the seatbelt over her, clicking it in place before tightening the strap to make sure she’s secure. Her eyes give a dramatic roll.

Gently, I take her face in my hand and turn her head toward me.“Did you just roll your eyes at me?”

Her lips slowly turn up into a mischievous grin. “And what if I did?”

“Behave.” I nip her bottom lip before shutting the door.

I want to tie her down, edge her, and torment her body until she’s whimpering and begging to come. When she sasses or rolls her eyes at me, those actions make me itch to spank her ass and punish the sass right out of her until it’s dripping all overmy fingers . . . or my cock. I have a proclivity for kink. And the way Aspen’s eyes lit up when I praised her, or the way her thighs rubbed together when I told her I wanted to spank her ass red, tells me no matter how inexperienced she may be, that she has them too.

Let’s not forget about all of the smutty novels resting on Aspen’s shelves . . . I mean, the girl is into some dark romance shit. I have social media too, you know—thanks to Teagan. And I now follow one person—Aspen. The shit Aspen comments on some of the posts . . . and the fact that for months now, I’ve been snagging novels from her room without her knowledge to read when I’m away lets me know she’s into the same things I’m into. What? Don’t judge me. I wanted to see what my girl likes. Eventually, I learned to read those books in my hotel room because sitting on an airplane next to a teammate while I’m sporting a raging hard-on is not my idea of a good time. The more books I read, the more I realize that she’s been a brat and pushed my buttons on purpose. My dick hardens at the thought. I’m ready to fuck her the way she’s never been fucked before. But I want our first time together to be slow and tender, easing her in a bit before I unleash.

I round the back of the truck and adjust myself in my pants before jumping in and taking her back to my place.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Aspen

The truck hums to life as Cal turns the key in the ignition. He winks, throwing the truck into reverse before making his way out of the parking lot. We drive to his house in silence. Not an uncomfortable silence, but one that certainly gives me too much time to think. I wonder how this evening will play out. God, just thinking about how he had his way with me in his hotel room has my thighs rubbing together involuntarily. My fingers twine together, and my teeth nibble on my bottom lip.

I didn’t want to tell him when he asked, but my mom told me not to worry about coming home tonight. She knows how our schedule has been since we’ve become an item. I’ve been waiting for what feels like forever for a night with him. God, I’ve missed him so freaking much.

I cast a quick glance at Cal. The sight of him makes my heart leap. I want him to finally take me to bed and do the most sinful things to my body. He would completely wreck me. If our night in Chicago is anything to go by, I will be wrecked with a fucking smile on my blissed-out face. I hope this whole delayed gratification bullshit is over with. There are just things a toycannot do for a woman; I want to feel his hands and his lips all over me.

My mind is doused in sexual thoughts. I mean, after he just bossed me, how could they not? Something tells me this man is a gentleman in the streets and a sadistic, kinky fuck in the sheets. When I took my hands out of the makeshift binding of my dress, he said he wanted tospank my pretty ass red—nowthat’s something I can get behind. It makes me want to misbehave so he’ll deliver on his promises.

You’d think, as inexperienced as I am, that I wouldn’t know what I would want or like when it comes to sex, but I’ve read enough books to know how my body responds to certain situations. Sometimes, I think I’m a little fucked up. It’s probably one of the reasons why I’ve never really cared to have a random hookup. I’ve heard River’s stories, and most men she’s been with were selfish and boring. She would complain about how she would have to finish the job herself. Why would I want to be with just anyone, especially someone who would leave me disappointed? That would be a waste of my time, and time is something I’ve never had much of.

The way Cal’s hand went to my throat—both in the alley and in the elevator . . . that was hot. When I think back to that argument in the alley, if we had admitted our feelings for each other then, he could have just fucked me right there against that brick wall while he restricted my airflow. See? Never been choked out before or had sex out in the open where anyone could see, but apparently, I’d like it. Case closed; I’m fucked up. But maybe Cal is a little fucked up too.

He reaches over the console and takes my left hand into his and places it to his lips, grazing my knuckles with a kiss. “I can feel you thinking over there. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

Oh, God. Wouldn’t he like to know? No one has ever been able to read me as well as he can. I’m surprised he even has to ask. I remain silent as I glance at him. A knowing smirk sports his beautiful face.

I shrug a shoulder. “Nothing really,” I lie.

He hums.

What was it that he said? Oh yeah!“One day, you’re going to pop off to me, and I’m going to fuck that smart ass mouth of yours to shut you up.”I wonder what scenario funneled through his mind when he said that. Did he see me lying with my head tilted back on the bed, both hands tied up and hoisted to a restraint hanging from a hook bolted to the ceiling? My legs spread and restrained with a spreader bar while he fucks my mouth until saliva and tears run down my face. Callan Miles doesn’t seem like the type of man to need a map, if you know what I mean, but I wonder if my fantasies would scare him off. One night with him—one freaking night—

and we didn’t even have sex, yet he created a monster.

Cal parks the truck in his circular driveway, turns the truck off, and hops out. I don’t wait for him to round the truck to open my door. Instead, I open my door and slide out.

He shakes his head as he fists his keys, walking to the front door. “You’re pushing me to my limit, Angel.”

“Maybe I’m trying to,” I sass.

Oh yeah . . . by the look on his face, he knows what I’m doing. He shakes his head, laughing, as he unlocks the door and pushes it open for me to step inside. I hang up my coat and follow his stride to the living room, where he picks up a remote from an end table and presses the power button. He lowers the volume of country music to a comfortable level. It’s a genre I didn’t expect him to listen to, though his tastes have been pretty eclectic in the past. The volume is loud enough to still make out the music but low enough to engage in conversation. Afterplacing the remote back on the end table, he makes his way to the kitchen.

“Are you hungry?” He asks.

“I could eat.”

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