Page 3 of Hell Hath No Fury
She rolls her eyes at me. “Did you seriously think I’d miss the first game you were starting?”
“But you have to present your project on Wednesday.”
“So?”
“You should be finishing it.”
She jabs me in the chest. “I’m exactly where I should be, mister.” Before she can do it again, I grab her hand, intertwining our fingers. “Besides, it’s not smart to overwork yourself. So I took a little drive.”
A little drive that is longer than an hour.
For some, that might be nothing, but I knew what that meant for Callie. The first time she sat in the car was her freshman year after three years of not driving due to the car accident she had in high school. An accident that left both physical and mental scars on her. I’m still not sure if she would have done it if it wasn’t for Yasmin, her best friend, needing to get away. Although she’s picked up driving since then, she did it only when absolutely necessary, and there was always this moment just before she entered the car when her body would freeze for a split second.
So no, I’ve never taken for granted a single second Callie has spent driving to and from Boston in the last year and a half so she could see me.
I cup her cheeks, pressing my lips against hers. “You’re amazing; you know that?”
“It’s always nice to hear it. Besides, I can’t stay too long. We’ll have to get up early so I can drive back and get some more work in.”
“It doesn’t matter. You’re here now, and I plan to use every second we have together.”
Her eyes twinkle in amusement as the smile curls her lips. “I’m here now,” she agrees. “You have me for one night, Watson. And since you played great and your team won, you can do whatever you want with me.”
I move closer, my lips brushing against her neck. “Whatever I want?” I ask, all the wicked things I want to do to her crossing through my mind.
A shiver runs through her at the touch of my warm breath against her cool skin. “Whatever you wa—”
“Hey, love birds, you coming or what?”
Eric’s voice breaks me out of my daze and reminds me of the promise I made to my teammates. I press my forehead against Callie’s shoulder and let out a loud groan.
“Fuck, I forgot.”
“I heard that!” Eric yells loudly. “Get your asses to The Pit.”
“Cockblocker,” I say, not trying to hide my disdain, which only makes Callie laugh harder. “It’s not funny!”
“It is, a little.”
“Does this feel funny to you?” I ask, pressing my hips against her so she can feel the hard length of my cock. She sucks in a breath, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as her eyes widen. “Not so funny now, huh?”
“You’re not playing fair,” she says, her voice low and husky.
“Well, if I have to suffer through this, then so do you.”
With Callie still in my arms, I start walking to my car.
“You can put me down, you know?” She runs her fingers through my hair. For all of her protests, she makes no move to get out of my arms.
“And have the whole world see my hard-on? No, I’m using you as a human shield.” I quickly drop my duffle bag in the trunk before joining Eric, who’s lingering a few cars down. “You didn’t have to wait for us. I’m not going to bolt,” I tell him.
“I’m not so sure.” He glances at Callie, flashing her a smile. It’s one of those smiles I’ve seen him use on women before. Usually, they fan themselves when they see it. Not my girl, though. She sees him for exactly who he is—a shameless flirt. “Hey, Cals. Did you enjoy the game?”
Slowly, I peel my gaze away from Callie and look at my friend, my eyes narrowing at him. “You knew she was coming?”
“I had to get tickets somehow,” Callie shrugs. “And I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“And you still let them coax me into coming tonight? What the fuck, dude?”
