Unfinished Ex (Calloway Brothers, #2)(52)

He drapes my legs over his shoulders. I lean back and brace myself against the counter, careful not to bang my head on the cabinets. Not that I’d feel it. Not that I’d feel anything over the sensation of him completely ruining me. It’s a welcome devastation. One I missed out on for so long.

My clit becomes stiff and tender, each lick, suck, and swirl sending me higher. His hands grasp my ass, securing me against him when he feels me coming. He has no intention of pulling away until he’s extracted every quiver. His name echoes through the room. His hair gets trapped in my fingers.

His head gets squeezed between my thighs.

Finally, he retreats, sitting back on his haunches, his shimmering mouth in a full-on smile. “I think I like this dessert before dinner thing.”

I giggle and slip off the counter. Naked, I retrieve my phone, pull up a food delivery app, and order his favorite.

His eyebrow raises. “Checking your email?”

My phone goes back into my purse. “Ordering food. It’ll be here in forty minutes.” I wiggle my bare ass as I walk toward the bedroom. “I wonder what we could do in forty minutes.”

Laughter follows me. Then I’m swept into his arms.



~



It’s still completely dark outside when Heisman worms his way between us.

“Get off,” Jaxon murmurs, nudging him with his foot.

“Let him stay,” I say sleepily. “He was here first.”

“Yeah, but I want you to be here last.”

Suddenly, despite the pre-dawn hour, I’m not tired anymore. It’s been a month, and neither of us has said anything remotely indicating a future. I’ve thought it. Every day, I’ve thought it. Surely he has too, but things have been going so well that I surmise neither of us wanted to jinx it.

I can’t see him in the dark, but I’m sure his eyes are open, and he’s staring in my direction.

“Nicky?”

“Yeah.”

“Did I scare you?”

“Yeah.”

He searches for my hand, holding it tenderly upon finding it. “I want to do this.” I stiffen. He notices. Now he does kick Heisman out of the way. He pulls me to him. “Do you want to be with me?”

“Of course I do. But Jaxon, we’re right back where we were before.”

“We’re not. We’re older now. Wiser. We both know what we want. Who says we can’t have a bicoastal relationship?”

“We’d never see each other.”

“Have you heard of this amazing new thing called the internet? It lets you connect with people anywhere in the world. It would be like we were right there with each other.”

I wiggle into him. “Well, not just like it.”

“It could work, Nic. I’ll fly to Oklahoma. I get two weeks off over the holidays, a week for spring break, and another few weeks in June before the start of summer football workouts. And when it’s not football season, I could even come for the occasional weekend. You get vacation time, too.

You could come back here. We probably wouldn’t have to go more than a month without seeing each other. And what if Makenna decides not to come back to XTN and they offer you the job permanently?”

“Okay, whoa. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. That probably won’t happen.”

“Even if it doesn’t, I’m willing to do the traveling thing. I want this to work. Don’t you?”

My phone rings. I know I have to answer it. Nobody calls at four a.m. unless it’s an emergency. I push myself out of his arms and grab it. It’s Barry. “What is it?” I ask, trying to pretend like I was asleep and not having what could amount to be one of the most important conversations of my adult life.

“We need you in North Carolina.”

My heart races. I bolt up and flip on the light. “Invest 48-L?”

“So you’ve been doing your homework.”

I put him on speaker and pull on my clothes. “What do I need to do?”

“It’s blown up overnight. It’s now a tropical depression, and our models have it quickly turning into Tropical Storm Louisa as early as this afternoon. Chris and your crew are already on their way to your house. ETA twenty minutes. You won’t be able to make it to Wilmington, where we think it’ll make landfall, but if Chris can drive like a bat out of hell, you might make it out to Nags Head in time to catch some outer bands coming in. Throw some shit in a bag and be ready.”

The line goes dead. I look at Jaxon, stunned. “What are you waiting for?” He pulls on jeans.

“Let’s get you the hell home.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Nicky, this is what you live for. Go chase the storm or whatever.” He comes around the side of the bed. “Just be careful.”

I glance at the bed, knowing we’ve left so much unresolved. “What about…”

“I’m not going anywhere, babe. But Louisa is.”

It’s not until after he races me home, I quickly pack, and am on the road heading south that I have time to think about things. Three years ago if I was asked to stay late at work, got called away from dinner, or, God forbid, woken in the middle of the night, Jaxon would resent it. And now he’s…

supportive?

Hours later, I’m jolted awake by motion of the van. I rub my eyes and study the GPS. “Do you think we’ll make it?”