Page 93 of The Falcon and the Foe

RUSS

Iwoke up to the sun streaming through the blinds as if the storm last night never happened. Or should I say,wewoke up to sun streaming through the blinds.

Because Cal was next to me, his warm body folded into mine, his manly scent making me smile. I pulled Cal close, as close as possible, and kissed the spot where his neck met his shoulder. He tensed with a tickle.

“Careful. It’s a sensitive area.”

I filed that piece of intel away for later.

If only we could spend all day in each other’s arms, but there were two boys down the hall on the verge of waking up. Cal shimmied to face me, his eyes dewy and filled with sleep.

“Good morning.” I brushed a thatch of hair from his forehead, letting his eyes twinkle in the morning sun.

Cal groaned in response. “Morning. Your bed feels so good.”

“That’s because we have space. It’s bigger than your queen.”

Cal wiped sleep from his eyes then dragged his hand over his beard as if to check it was still there. “Are the boys up?”

“I don’t think so.”

Cal bolted up and covered himself with the sheet, despite wearing clothes. His back straightened with panic. “They could bust in here any second.”

“I locked the door.”

“We didn’t have sex, right?”

“You weren’t drunk last night. You should remember.”

Cal shoved his hand under his own shirt and rubbed his belly.

“What are you doing?”

“Checking for dried come.”

I rolled my eyes. “We didn’t have sex!” I whisper-yelled.

“You brought me to your room.”

“And we slept. That’s it. Well, I brushed and flossed my teeth. You passed out.”

Cal laughed it off. “You use Crest. I’m a Colgate loyalist.”

“You were little spoon.” Wrapping my arms around him last night, my loud, opinionated bear had turned into a cute cub. “You’re still wearing your clothes from last night, minus your jeans, which are on the floor. Whichyoutook off.”

Cal felt around the floor until he made contact with denim, then breathed a sigh of relief.

“Do you think I slipped a roofie into your pizza?”

He hopped out of bed. The man might’ve been having a little freakout, but apparently, that didn’t stop him from being semi-hard. And I couldn’t stop myself from gawking.

“Is that for me?”

Cal held his jeans over his crotch. “How are you so calm? The boys could catch us like this. They’ll see my car in the driveway and that I’m not in the guest room, and put two and two together. Hell, my son is already halfway there.”

“That’s great. His math really has been improving.”

“Really?” Cal paused his freakout for a moment to bask in the praise. “He got a ninety-one on his last quiz. I was so proud. I tacked it on the fridge.” But then he resumed panicking, shaking his head wildly. “What am I doing? Holy fuckballs. I have to sneak out of here. Is there a drainpipe I can climb down from here?”

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