She lifts her head, her green eyes locking onto mine, still heavy with sleep but full of fire. “Yeah. So, spill it.”
I exhale, dragging my hand down my face. “I can’t shut my brain off.”
Calypso props herself up on one elbow, her free hand sliding up my chest, fingers tracing the tattoo over my pectoral, a touch that both soothes and brands me. “You’re worried about Reyes.” It’s not a question.
I nod once, my jaw tight. “Yeah.”
She watches me for a long moment, then presses her palm flat against my chest. “We’re not running, Farris. We’re not hiding.”
I cover her hand with mine, squeezing. “I know.”
“Good.” She leans in, brushing her lips over mine. A kiss meant to ground me. To remind me who I’m fighting for. Who I’m protecting. Calypso is not some helpless woman I need to shield from the world. She’s my goddamn equal, and I need to start treating her like it.
My phone chirps from the stand next to my bed. Reaching for it, Calypso’s hand wanders down my chest and grips my shaft, making me forget what I’m doing until my phone goes off again.
I grab it with a growl and give Calypso a pointed stare. She smirks as she moves down my chest, following the path her hand took. Her hot breath ghosts across my skin the further down she goes.
My phone chirps again, reminding me that someone is trying to get ahold of me. I click on the text messages and read one.
PONDER: WE NEED TO MEET. I HAVE INFO YOU’RE GOING TO WANT TO HEAR.
ME: WHEN AND WHERE?
PONDER: I’LL COME TO YOU
ME: I’M AT THE RBMC CLUBHOUSE
PONDER: BE THERE IN TWENTY
I set my phone back on the stand as Calypso’s warm breath skates over my shaft, her warm mouth enveloping me, making me forget what I’m doing. “Fuck, that feels great.” I groan, gripping her hair.
Calypso sucks harder, bobbing her head in rapid movements. I lift my hips in time with her, making her take me deeper into her mouth. My balls tighten when she swallows the head, and it hits the back of her throat.
“Shit.” I moan. I lose all track of thoughts as Calypso brings me to the edge. She doesn’t let up as my toes curl, and I come so hard I see stars.
“Fuck, you’re a little Minx,” I growl when I catch my breath.
Calypso laughs as she kisses her way back up my chest and settles her head on my shoulder. Her growing belly is pressed against my side, and I can feel our baby moving.
“Who was that?”
“Who was who?” I’m still trying to catch my brain cells after that blowjob from Heaven.
Calypso laughs. “On the phone.”
I shake my head, remembering what I was doing. “Oh, my old partner wants to meet. Says he has information I need.”
“When and where?” Calypso props her head up, staring into my eyes.
“Here in twenty.”
“Do you need me with you?” She has worry lines forming on her forehead, so I smooth them out with my thumbs.
“No, you stay here and rest. Ponder might be nervous and not talk if he feels like he’s being cornered.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.” I kiss her on the lips, tasting myself. “Besides, you need more rest for another round.”
