Chapter 34

Dallas

I didn’t want to leave Callie at the hospital, but I knew she had to stay. When I got out to the parking lot, Ryan and the camera crew were waiting for me along with other news vans with reporters ready to pounce. However, I was surprised to see who was standing by my car. “Here to kick my ass?” I asked him.

Justin shook his head and smiled. “Didn’t think you had it in you, Easton. Have to say I’m impressed.” He glanced around at the reporters slowly flocking toward us. “Although I know the attention isn’t Callie’s style.”

“I know,” I replied regretfully. “I couldn’t think of another way.”

Closing the distance, he held out his hand. “It’s all good. You just better be glad you had a late practice the past two nights. I was prepared to beat the fuck out of you.”

I burst out laughing and shook his hand. “You could’ve tried.”

Returning the laugh, he started toward the hospital entrance. “Take care of my sister.”

“I plan on it.” Ryan joined me by my car, his arms crossed over his chest. “What did the producers say?” I asked.

He shrugged. “There’s going to be a meeting first thing in the morning to discuss it. To be honest, I have no clue. Although they did say the network had a spike in ratings. It’s a good sign.”

I shook his hand. “I’ll be prepared for whatever happens.”

Chuckling, he nodded toward the hospital. “What you did tonight was pretty epic. I wish you the best. I’m sure you’ll get a call tomorrow.”

“Thanks. I look forward to it.”

Once he and the camera crew left, the reporters descended on me. It was time to tell them the truth.

By the time I was done with the media, Callie walked out the hospital doors. She pointed to the last van pulling out of the parking lot. “Looks like you’ve been busy.”

Lifting her in my arms, I kissed her. I’d missed the way she tasted, like strawberries. “I wanted them gone before you got out here. I know you didn’t ask to be in the spotlight.”

She shrugged. “It’s the choice I made by being with you. I don’t mind.”

I opened the car door for her. “Do you care if we go to my house tonight?”

Her smile widened. “Let’s go.”

We got into my car and headed straight for my house. “What did you do this weekend? I called you probably a million times.”

“I know. Justin was about to call the police on stalking charges.” She reached for my hand, entwining her fingers with mine. “Justin and Maddox took me to Nags Head. I needed to get away.”

“I don’t blame you,” I said. “It killed me not being able to talk to you. I found out some things while you were gone.”

Her brows furrowed. “Like what?”

Huffing, I clenched the steering wheel tight. “Like my agent was the one to leak the story to the tabloids.” She gasped and I nodded. “Yep. I saw the texts on his phone. He also didn’t cancel the show when I told him to. He thought if he broke us up, I’d want to go on the show.”

“What an ass,” she spat. “Hopefully you fired him.” My knuckle was still split open from where I hit him. I glanced down at it and Callie followed my gaze. “Looks like you sent him a nasty farewell gift as well.”

I chuckled. “And blasted his name to the reporters. His career is done.”

“It just so happens I know of two agents who’d be more than happy to take on an extra client,” she said, winking at me.

“Think they’d be willing to take me on?”

She shrugged. “I’m sure I can persuade them. They love me.”

We pulled up at my house and I parked in the garage. “Think I can persuade you to do something else?”

Biting her lip, she opened her door and got out. “What do you have in mind?”

I followed her inside the dark house to the kitchen, pinning her against the counter. With her back against me, I breathed her in. I’d missed everything about her: the way her hair smelled of her favorite grapefruit hibiscus shampoo and the strawberry body lotion she wore every day. I couldn’t get enough of her.

“I want to make love to you, Callie,” I whispered in her ear, sucking her lobe between my teeth. Sliding my hands over her stomach, I moved them down to her thighs, grazing the spot between her legs. She sucked in a breath and rubbed her ass against my already hardened cock. “Please,” I begged. “You have no idea how fucking bad I need you right now.”

Giggling, she turned around, her eyes full of fire. “What are you waiting for then?”

She squealed as I lifted her in my arms and carried her into my room. I wanted to feel every inch of her, inside and out; to see her back arch, pushing her breasts higher so I could suck and bite them while I made love to her. I’d never felt another woman’s body that was as perfect as hers.

Setting her down, I couldn’t get her scrubs off fast enough. I feasted on her lips, her neck, and every square inch of skin I could get to. Her breath came out in rapid pants as she helped me unbutton my shirt and pants. “I want to feel you inside me,” she moaned.

I grabbed her around the waist and we fell onto the bed, only she moved out of my hold to straddle me. Legs spread wide, she slid her wetness up and down my cock, driving me completely and utterly insane. I wanted to push into her, but she lifted her hips.

“You’re teasing me, angel.”

With a smirk, she slowly slid her hand down my stomach and reached into my boxers, wrapping her hand around my cock. “I figured you deserved it,” she uttered breathlessly.

I knew what she was planning to do the moment she licked her lips and moved down my body, and oh God how much I wanted to feel her mouth on me, sucking me as hard as she could. Not wasting any time, she lowered her head and my muscles jerked as she closed her lips over the tip of my cock, circling her tongue around it over and over.

Her torture would come soon, and I was going to make sure she begged before I gave her what she wanted. I groaned when she sucked harder and cupped my balls, massaging them. Dammit, I wanted to let go so bad, to come in her mouth and claim her body in every way possible. I wanted to make love to her until she ached. I wanted to hear her scream my name from her red, swollen lips. Before she could drive me over the edge, I grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her onto the bed.

She shrieked as I ripped off her underwear and unclasped her bra, discarding them as quickly as I could. Immediately, I bent down to suck on her perfectly taut nipples, one after the other, the tips getting larger the more I teased them. Moaning, Callie spread her legs wider and pushed her hips up against mine. I intentionally kept my cock as far back as possible so I could tease her; she was always so hot when she panted for me.

“Please,” she begged, trying to move down. When I pressed my weight into her and bit her bottom lip, she gasped. “Now how long are you going to torture me?”

“As long as it takes.”

Tracing my tongue across her chest, I sucked her nipples, one after the other, groaning as my dick jumped in response. Her back arched and I trailed my tongue down a path on her stomach to between her legs. Right there in the middle was the sweetest taste of all. So wet and swollen.

I groaned in anticipation because I knew the first taste would be the best. She moved her hips against my face as I fucked her with my tongue, burrowing as deep as I could so I could smell her . . . taste her.

“Dallas, please,” she begged. “Please make love to me.”

Ignoring her request, I pushed a finger inside of her, still keeping up the punishing pace of my tongue on her clit. The wetter she got, the more I wanted. Spreading her legs wider, I rubbed my cock around the wetness of her opening, and without warning I entered her. Gasping, she screamed out a pleasured cry and wrapped her legs around my waist. I took her face in my hands and she gazed back at me with hooded eyes and lifted her mouth to kiss me. I opened her lips farther with my tongue, tasting her . . . claiming her. She was mine again.

Moaning in my ear, she dug her nails into my back, and her body clenched so tight around my dick that I was close to exploding. The tighter she got, the harder it was to keep going. Her moans grew louder, and as soon as she let go I pumped as hard as I could, filling her up deep inside. Both of us were breathing hard and covered in sweat, and the smell of sex filled the room. It was unreal how much I craved Callie’s touch. I couldn’t get enough.

There was nothing in the world that could break me, not my agent or anyone else who tried to come between me and what I wanted. Nothing mattered to me except Callie. She was the key to everything, my salvation . . . my redemption. I was a better man because of her.

We had one more chance to make it right, and if she left again there was no going back. I would surely break.

There was no doubt about it.