“Nymph, I need your lips. I knew if I kissed you in public, we’d get in trouble,” he says, and his lips are on mine.
My heart skids to a stop before taking off like a racehorse. His hands move to the sides of my head as his body holds me in place. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, and his hat hits the floor as I knock it off.
Now his hands are in my hair, tugging the messy bun free so he can guide my head with a firm pull of my hair. I move as he wants, and he dominates the kiss just like last night. When he’s done with my mouth, he starts nibbling at my neck, tracing down to the collar of my shirt.
“Fuck, beautiful. I want to get those breasts in my mouth again, but if I undress you, I’ll lose it and fuck you long and deep. Your body needs to recover from what I did to it last night. I was a bit rough on you.”
My breaths come in pants as I let my head fall back against the door with a thump. “I have an appointment in a couple of hours, and I’m meeting Lia.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were related to Striker and Amelia?” he asks as he sets me down.
I walk over and drop my bag on the long dresser by the door. My desk faces the window so I can look outside while I’m studying. I turn back to him, thinking about his question.
“I thought you knew.”
“No, I fucking didn’t know. I remember Amelia saying she was related to a barrel racer, but I never put two and two together.”
“Oh, okay. It’ll be fine.” I shake it off and walk over to straighten the blankets and sheets on my bed.
“We should probably keep us a secret for a bit,” he says.
I slowly turn to look at him.
“Why?” I ask, my voice quivering.
Everything keeps ticking against us being together. He contradicts himself every time he speaks. One minute I’m his, and the next he wants to keep me a secret.
“Andi, I want to tell the world about you, but I have to talk to Striker first. It’s club politics. I won’t always be able to tell you everything when it comes to the club.”
“I understand.” I try to hide my disappointment with a small smile.
“Good girl. Come give me a kiss again, then I’ll get out of here before I take you on that bed.”
My chest tightens, and I know I’m not being naive. I understand what’s club business and what isn’t. I don’t know why he’s claiming I’m club business.
I step toward him, and when he pulls me into his body, all my doubts vanish. I go with the feelings he evokes in me. I want this. I shouldn’t, but I do. It’s new and something the old me never would’ve done. He kisses me so thoroughly that my head spins and I’m breathless when he pulls away. Callum leans down to kiss my forehead before stepping out the door, leaving me alone.
I fall back onto the bed, going over everything that just happened. Pulling out my phone, I text Lennox that he’s gone, and not thirty seconds later, she’s knocking on my door. Her room is down the hall, across from mine, closer to the elevator, which makes me wonder if she saw him leave. I open the door, and she barrels in, plopping onto my bed.
“So I know you didn’t do the nasty because he wasn’t here long enough for that. I thought there was a lot of chemistry between you two, but you decided to keep it to a one-night stand?”
“No, we’re going to see where it goes, I guess.”
“What do you mean, you guess?”
I walk over and flop onto the other side of the bed, propping myself up on my elbow to face her. “I don’t understand it all myself. He said he wanted me and still does. He called me everything, but then…” I pause, trying to hide the hurt in my voice. I want to be mature about this relationship. “He said he wanted to keep us a secret.”
Lennox pops up so fast the bed shakes. “He what? Oh no, he didn’t. You aren’t going to be his dirty little secret. He’s in another relationship, I bet.”
“He said it was club business. He has to talk to Striker.” I try to defend Callum, but it sounds hollow even to my own ears.
“About what? Striker isn’t your brother or family.”
I shrug. “I don’t know.”
My phone buzzes, and I roll from the bed to get it. It’s a text from Lia, asking if we want to meet at the bakery in town near the salon. I tell her sure, then grab my bag and keys. We head to Lennox’s room to gather her things, and then we head out.
I find my brand-new shiny black GMC Sierra HD in the student lot and climb in. I bought the biggest truck I could without going to a small semi so I could pull the horse trailer I purchased too. The trailer has a small living quarters area at the front and space for two horses, plus a tack room.