Chapter Thirty-Eight

Callum

 

Gray stomped into the mudroom, yelling the lyrics to some song from the 90s at the top of his lungs. I looked up from the sofa and raised my beer in his direction. "Good first day?"

He leaned against the doorway and stretched. "I need to get back to the gym. I got fat as fuck lying around here." He rolled his shoulders and then reached down and lifted a box from behind the door with a grin.

I leaned forward. "You serious? You haven't even gotten paid yet."

"My treat man," Gray said, puffing his chest. "I know it's your favorite."

"Damn, a whole case." I slid from the couch and went to grab the case of Ommegang Rare Vos, my absolute favorite beer, from him, but he snatched it away. "Hey!" I protested.

"It's warm," Gray said, shaking his head. "I’m gonna go put two in the freezer and the rest in the fridge.”

I followed him into the kitchen, chuckling. "You know when I was saying you were staying here in exchange for beer money, it was just a figure of speech."

Gray grinned as he started stacking the bottles in the fridge. "Yeah well, I'm a pretty literal guy, so it went over my head."

"So," I couldn't help but prod. "How did today go?"

He sighed without looking at me. "Fucking old woman, I swear to god," he muttered into the fridge.

I laughed out loud but my laugh was cut short by a noise outside.

"Did you...?" I started to say. But Gray had already stopped loading the fridge and stood up, with his head cocked. Listening.

"It sounded like a car door?" he said, walking over to the kitchen window. "Oh shit, it was. It's a...is that a fucking taxi?"

"No way."  I was interrupted by a loud banging on the door.

Gray looked at me, and I looked at him, and neither one of us moved. "It's your fucking house, dude," Gray pointed out.

The banging came again, then a loud voice shouting.

"Harper?" I gasped, but my feet were already moving. I flung open the door to see her standing there, eyes wild. "Baby?" I said, but any other words were muffled by her desperate kiss.

"Harper?" Gray said, coming up behind me. "Honey, what are you doing here?"

She kissed him too, and I shut the door and tried to wrap my head around her showing up like this. At five o'clock on a Monday.

"Baby, can you please tell me you're okay before I have a fucking heart attack?" I begged her.

She let go of Gray and took a deep breath, looking at both of us in turn.  "I flew, I didn't drive," she said, leaning against my arm. "And then paid that taxi driver's kid's college tuition to get here. I just…" She sighed. "I missed you."

"Well holy shit, we missed you too," Gray growled, brushing her hair back from her neck. "And now that you're here..."

She nodded, biting her lip. "Now that I'm here..."

It was that lip bite that did it. In a second I shoved my apprehension down and went to her. "We haven't done anything here yet," I pointed out, nipping a line down her shoulder. Gray had already tugged her jeans down and grabbed a fistful of that luscious ass. "So you pick the place."

But there was something different about her. She didn't seem to want to play our usual teasing games. Her eyes were wide and so incredibly green. "I wanted this," she exhaled, resting her palm in the center of my chest as she stroked. "This... whatever it is... The three of us. I wanted it so bad, for so long."

"And you have it," Gray growled, and his eyes were already getting darker, so he didn't notice that she was using the past tense.

And I was too terrified of what that might mean to question. I swallowed and nodded. "You have it," I echoed, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards me.

Her kiss was wild, mindless, a desperate melting of our mouths. I had never felt her so wild before, and even though part of my brain knew that this was wrong, that we should sit down, talk about whatever it was that had her so upset that she drove across the fucking state to see us, I couldn't think when her sounds filled my head.

"You always tell me that I need to tell you what I want," she said, turning to me.

"It's true," I said, my voice muffled in her neck. "You do."

"I want both of you," she said. "I want you both inside me, both... places."

"Yeah?" I hissed, desire crowding out the last thought I could think. "You want to feel us both inside of you?"