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He stares at them for so long, I fidget but move closer to look at them too.
“There’s a story in these,” he says.
“Same for your sketch pad,” I respond.
Garrett’s lip quirks and he runs a hand through his hair. “Yeah. And neither of us is willing to talk about it.”
My lips twist and I turn my attention back to the drawings.
“Stay away from that asshole down the hall.”
“What?” I turn back to him. “Why would you say that?”
“Just trust me,” he says, cryptically.
“I’m not sure you’ve done enough to earn my trust, Garrett.”
“That may be true. But I don’t say anything I don’t mean.”
And on that bombshell, he walks out.
Chapter Thirteen
Garrett
We don’t stop riding till we reach Greenbury Point in Annapolis. It only takes thirty minutes to get here. We’ve been here a few times and know the terrain well.
A few days have passed since I fucked Calli in her kitchen. Three full days of reliving the moment I sank my dick inside of her, had her body at my mercy, pushing her over the edge again and again. She was so damn responsive, so eager and pliable.
I could have fucked her endlessly to see her go over like she was. We didn’t say much afterwards. Except my warning about Caleb. With no context whatsoever. That was fucking stupid.
I haven’t told a soul about what happened. It’s no one's business.Idon’t even know what to think of it, or where it goes from here.
We didn’t exchange numbers. She hasn’t been around the shop. Then again, she’s been avoiding it and, according to Lucky, the pub for their standing happy hour on a Friday. I was glad to hear she was back there last night, even though I didn’t show it.
As much as I’m dying to find out about her history, about what she is hiding from everyone, I’m in no position to ask. For all I know, she got what she wanted from me and now it’s over.
Damn, it was sex. Nothing more. We’ve been circling it for weeks, the attraction, the lust. It’s just biology. That can’t happen again.
Although fucking her again is high on the very short list of things I want. I’ve known women with piercings before who go off at the slightest touch. Calli, fuck it was like pure heaven watching her, feeling her, every time she lost it when I played with her piercings.
And mine, damn. Seeing her reaction to my Jacob’s ladder was interesting. I’ve had women refuse to let me fuck them when they saw it. Some who couldn’t wait to experience it. No one I’ve used it with has had anything bad to say about it.
It felt so good sinking inside of her. I at least had the good sense to pull out. Not so much going in bare. That was a moment of madness. Although I believe her when she said it was ok. And I’m clean, I don’t have sex without protection.
Until her. It felt fucking amazing. How her body welcomed me, how warm it felt inside, wet and tight and… My dick stirs making me groan.
Shit, stop thinking about her. This isn’t the time, or the place. My friend needs me.
Phoenix has been quiet, which isn’t normal. I’ve dragged my head out of my ass long enough to convince him to go for a ride. It’s quiet now the roar of our motorcycle engines has died down.
Phoenix gets off his bike, stows his helmet and walks across the rough grass toward the edge of the water. We stand a few feet apart. Phoenix in that easy, slouchy manner of his, me with my hands on my hips.
He isn’t fooling me with that easy stance. The skin around his eyes is tight and he’s been biting his nails. Silently we stare across the water at Whitehall Bay.
“Okay go ahead,” Phoenix says.
“I’m not a therapist.”
