“We aren’t all going to fit in that,” I say nervously. “Maybe we can get a ride with Gambit and Franci.” I glance around but don’t see their vehicle in the lot.
“They left a bit ago. We’ll fit. Don’t worry.”
Callum unlocks the driver’s door and holds it open for me. Jude climbs into the passenger side and buckles up. As I slide across the seat, I realize I’ll have to spread my legs around theshifter. Callum’s hands are going to be so close to my crotch, and I’m still in a dress.
I put my hair up in a bun, and during the delivery, Keighley got me a set of scrubs. I changed back into my dress when we were getting ready to leave. I wish I could’ve asked for them now.
“Shit, forgot you were in a skirt, baby,” Callum says, and Jude looks over to us. So much for keeping us on the down-low. I’ll have to talk to Jude later.
“It’s okay, Cowboy. I’ll be fine.”
But I’m so not fine.
As soon as he starts the truck and shifts into gear, his hand rests on my bare thigh. His fingers graze the edge of my skirt, and my panties dampen. I bite my lip, trying not to moan in the dark.
Glancing at Jude, I see he’s staring out the window. We’re sitting so close, I’m sure he knows Callum has his hand on me.
The twenty-minute drive feels like it takes forever. I have no hope of sleep tonight. I’m so turned on.
When we pull into the neighborhood, Jude finally perks up. “That dark house over there is the one I was telling you about, Cowboy.” He points across the street, down toward the cul-de-sac at the end of the road.
In the dark, with the streetlights spaced so far apart, all I can make out is a large white house behind a white automatic fence. It looks like a barn sits behind it.
“I’ve sent a request to view it. Thanks, kiddo.”
Callum finally removes his hand as we wait for the gate securing Striker and Lia’s property to open. I miss the warmth of it already. He pulls down the long driveway and winds around the side to the garage. I find my truck parked, waiting for me. That means someone helped Lennox drop it off. I’m glad it’s here because I’ll need it. The babies are possibly going to have to stay in the hospital for a couple of weeks since they were so early.
Jude is out of the truck as soon as we come to a stop. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on here, but if you hurt my auntie, I’ll help Striker bury your body,” Jude announces without a moment of hesitation. His voice has deepened over the last year. “Oh, and you better talk to my dad before I do,” he adds before walking away.
Callum scoffs and shakes his head. “That kid is definitely Striker’s boy.” He laughs, then leans back in his seat.
I watch as lights turn on in the house. I start to slide across the seat to exit on the passenger side. Callum’s hand lands on my thigh and pulls me back.
“You aren’t getting away, little nymph. I’ve had my fingers by your warmth for too long. I need inside that sweet pussy. Now.”
My body lights up, and I lean toward him, wanting a kiss. “I’m on fire for you, but we can’t. Jude just threatened to talk to Striker, and there are cameras everywhere.”
I let him kiss me, and when he pulls back, he crooks his finger, motioning for me to come with him. I reach over and close the passenger door before sliding out the driver’s side.
He takes my hand and leads me toward the back of the house, stopping before we reach the patio. There’s a section of lawn that is covered in darkness, with a couple of Adirondack chairs.
“This area doesn’t have a camera. It’s where Striker comes to have a cigar without Amelia knowing.”
He kisses me deeply and sits in the chair with me straddling his lap. My skirt climbs up, and I pray he doesn’t notice the mess I made in my panties.
“I can smell how turned on you are, baby. I’m going to help you. I wish I could stay with you tonight, but I’m sure Jude would call his dad. Striker would skin me alive if I fucked you in one of his beds.”
Callum’s hand slides up my thigh and zeroes in on my core. He peels back the damp material. I throw my head back and moan just from the gentle contact.
“Fuck. Love how responsive you are to me, nymph.”
He kisses down my neck, dipping his other hand into the square collar of my dress. He squeezes my nipple as he breaches my pussy with his finger. I ride his hand, trying to get myself off.
“Andi, I need inside you when you come. Take out my cock so I can really give you what you need.”
“Yes,” I moan.
I reach between our bodies and unbuckle his belt, then open the fly of his jeans. His boxers have a damp spot from where he’s spurted a bit of cum in his excitement. It makes me feel powerful knowing I can do that to him. Scooping up a bit of his essence from the tip, I bring my finger to my mouth and lick it off.