Lilac stands up, shaking her head with a smile. “Okay, I think we need to call it a night before Hayden ends up on the roof hurling karaoke equipment at someone’s head.”
Hayden scowls and Madi hums. “You know, I don’t feel like that’s even that far off.”
CALLUM
Icarry my girl up the stairs in one arm, using the other to open the bedroom door like I’ve done this a hundred times. And maybe I have. Maybe I’ve dreamed this exact moment so many times it’s seared into muscle memory because it feels like I’ve been doing this forever. Her soft body tucked against mine.
I’m in the mood to ravage her. There’s a clock ticking in the back of my mind because Caiden wants to meet at two for whatever fuckery he’s got up his sleeve. I don’t know what kind of mess I’m walking into with that, but the worst part is going to be waking Hayden up to let him know he’s also been summoned by the devil of Castlebrook Falls. I don’t want to focus on that though, because I still have plenty of time to worship every inch of my girl. Her parents and brother seem to have backed off, and since the lights went out in the arena the other night, we haven’t had anything else. I’m not naive enough to think whoever killed Lilac’s teammates and Ryan are going to go away. But I know we’re safe here, and I’m being selfish because all I want is to pretend like everything is right in the world, and be with Lilac.
She’s quiet as I cross the room and lay her on the bed, but she’s watching me like she can see every filthy thought crawling through my head.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask, voice just a whisper because I know she likes that. I’m already hard as a fucking rock for her, and I don’t think she’ll ever understand just how she gets to me.
She lifts a hand and strokes the side of my face like she’s memorizing it. "You’re handsome, you know that?"
My chest tightens. It shouldn’t hit as hard as it does, but it does. Because it’s her. Because she means it. Because I never needed to hear those words until the second she said them.
Lilac’s fingers trace down my neck to the place where my tattoo covers the scar. She lets her fingertip glide over it. "To the grave, cowboy. I don’t want to live in this world without you." She murmurs.
That does it.
"Watch it, baby," I warn, leaning in until my forehead brushes hers. "Or I’m not gonna make it to the bed before I sink my cock inside you."
She blushes hard, and fuck, it just makes me even harder.
She’s mine. Every soft gasp. Every wide-eyed look. Every sweet little sound she makes when I push her too far, when I stretch her out on this bed and make her forget her own name. Tonight I’m going to remind her exactly who she belongs to.
Her motherfucking cowboy.
I dump her on the bed with a playful growl and drop to my knees in front of her. My fingers wrap around her ankle as I start unbuckling her shoes.
"You know, for someone with no relationship experience, you sure know what you’re doing," she teases.
I smirk up at her. "What can I say? I’ve been dreaming of this for a long time, baby."
I slip her shoes off one by one, tossing them to the floor before pressing a kiss to the inside of her ankle. Her breath hitches, just enough that it has to let her know how much I need this. How much I need her.
My hands trail up her calves, deliberately slow because apparently I want to torture us both. When I reach the hem of her dress, I hook my fingers beneath it and push it up, exposing the soft, pale skin of her thighs.
"Fuck," I murmur. In fifty years, I’ll still feel this way: gobsmacked by the hold she has on me. "You have the smoothest skin." I don’t have anything to compare it to, but if she told me she was made of satin, I’d believe her.
She squirms, biting her bottom lip, and I grip her thigh, my hand spanning the width of it as I ease her legs apart.
"Look at you," I whisper, brushing my mouth over the inside of her thigh. "Spread out for me. So perfect. So fucking pretty."
I kiss a path up, slow and possessive, and feel her fingers curl into the sheets.
"You don’t even know, do you? How obsessed I am with you. How many nights I’ve dreamed about being between these legs. About tasting every inch of you. About making you scream my name until your voice gives out,” I tell her, breathing the words into her skin.
She moans, soft and needy, and the sound shoots straight to my cock. I kiss higher, my mouth claiming her inch by inch.
"Let me show you," I murmur against her skin. "Let me make you feel what I can’t always say."
Lilac gasps, instinctively trying to close her legs, but I press my hand firmly against her inner thigh and growl, "Don’t hide what’s mine from me." This is a little game we like to play, and I fucking love it.
I groan, kissing over the front of her panties, letting my mouth linger and breathe her in. The scent of her makes medizzy. I keep one hand splayed wide across her thigh, anchoring her open, while my other hand reaches up to grope her tits, squeezing gently like I can’t get enough of her softness.
My face presses deeper into the damp fabric, lips brushing her through the soft white lace. I’m fucking starving for her, and I think I always will be.
