Page 19 of Callahan's Haven

She sucked his tongue deep and he nearly lost it, her moan vibrating through his body when he lifted and pressed her against the nearest vehicle. He needed her to feel what she was doing to him—to know how hard he was for her. He ran one hand over her firm ass while the other anchored itself at the back of her head, holding her in place while they owned each other’s mouths. The slight weight of her legs wrapped around his middle and pulled him into her core where she rubbed against his straining cock.

God, he needed inside her in the worst way.

“Ahem.”

Nothing registered with him at first, but then the louder, “Cal,” finally reached through his lust-fogged brain enough to make him aware they weren’t alone. Both of their hot, panting breaths filled the space between them when they came up for air.

“Declan,” Cal said, looking over at his grinning friend, his breathing still rapid. When had he gotten here? “You have the worst timing.”

“I know. I made it in five,” he said. “But time isn’t something we have a lot of here. Now do we?” Cal followed Declan’s gaze to the now rousing asshole he’d pretty much forgotten about. “I went ahead and contacted the campus cops since you were, um, otherwise occupied.”

Cal took an unsteady breath and rested his forehead against Haven’s, a slow guilt filling him at how he’d lost control of himself after what she’d just been through. “Let’s get you warm,” he whispered, looking into her eyes. He didn’t see any condemnation there, but it didn’t help.

“I’ve warmed up a lot in the last few minutes,” she whispered back with a shy smile. Her legs slid down over his hips as he pulled her away from the car.

“Come on,” Cal said, taking her hand once she was standing. He pulled her after him to where Declan had left the SUV running. He opened the passenger door—a blast of welcome heat hitting them—then picked her up and set her in the seat.

“Oh,” she moaned, sticking her hands out toward the vents. “Heat’s never felt so good.”

“I’ll be back.” He closed the door and went to Declan standing over Brayden with his most sinister stare.

“You broke my nose,” the kid complained glaring up at Cal through swollen eyes while gingerly touching his face.

“You’re lucky I didn’t rip it off.” He crouched down in front of him, the asshole’s eyes widening when he said, “If it were up to me, you’d be gone—permanently.” Cal glanced up at Declan. “You say you called the police?”

“Police!” Brayden attempted to stand, but Cal pushed him back on his ass and stood up over him.

“Again, be grateful.”

“Yeah,” Declan said. “I kinda hated to break you two apart. I figure they’ll be here in a few seconds.”

It was, in fact, a few seconds later the flashing blue lights of three campus cruisers surrounded them, with the vehicles’ occupants immediately getting out. An older officer stepped forward and took charge.

“What’s the problem here? I…” He peered closer at the man on the ground. “Brayden Collins?” The officer frowned at Brayden’s battered face. “Who assaulted you, son?”

A slow smile spread across Brayden’s mouth, but he winced before it became full-blown and pointed at Cal.

“Did you do this to him?” the officer asked, placing his hand on his gun.

“Yes, sir. I did.” Cal glanced toward his vehicle where Haven watched through the windshield and then back at the officer. “Would you care to know why?”

Officer—Cal finally checked out the name on his chest—Johnson eyed Cal and then way up at Declan before motioning his other men over. “It better be good. This boy is one of our starting linebackers.”

“He’s also an attempted rapist and maybe more.” He raised his voice over the denials coming up at him from the ground and motioned over toward the light pole where the knife had landed during their scuffle. “If you collect that knife as evidence, the only prints you’ll find belong to your boy here. I found himforcing himself,” he said the last through clenched teeth, “on the young woman sitting in my car and threatening her with it.”

“Doug,” Officer Johnson said, “put some gloves on and go collect that knife and find some kind of evidence bag to put it in.”

“I’ve got some manila envelopes,” Doug said going over to his car.

“That’ll work,” said Officer Johnson. “And while you’re at it, grab a set of cuffs.”

“Officer?” Brayden let out a slight moan. “I’m hurt pretty bad. But if someone can help me up, I can explain.”

Officer Johnson gave Brayden another once over, saying, “Don’t worry, son. We’ll help you and let you tell your side.”

Brayden smirked up at Cal while Officer Johnson pulled a pad and pen out of his shirt pocket and started taking notes.

“First of all, your name.”

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