“I can’t wait to get a look at your man. And, about that, if I don’t have a job come Monday and need a place to live, we’re bunking with you.” Callie’s dressed in her business attire. She’s wearing black slacks, a white blouse, her hair in a bun, and her reading glasses are perched on top of her head.
“That bad?” I question, ignoring the “your man” comment.
“Let’s just say I told him if he doesn’t quit fucking with my weekends, he can find a new administrative assistant, and since he can’t seem to keep one as long as I’ve been there, he shut up and told me to take the day off. But I know him, he’ll be back to his usual asshole attitude come Monday. So, I’m going to get Bella early and take her to have some Mommy and me time, then meet with you girls later this evening.” She plops down in the chair in front of my makeshift desk.
“You know you and Bella are always welcome at my house, but like you said, I doubt he’ll fire you. You’re irreplaceable.” We talk about her job for a few more minutes, both of us stop talking when we hear Colt and Clairabella come through the door — she’s telling him the car he’s working on is super cool and she hopes to have a car just like that.
“So, you’re telling me you don’t want a car like Auntie Lala’s?”
“Nope, I want a car that has history,” Clairabella responds. I swear she’s too grown up for her age.
“Wow,” Callie mouths.
“I know,” I whisper back.
We listen to them until they get to our office, only then making enough commotion so they can hear us. “Mommy,” Clairabella says, running towards Callie, leaving Colt in the dust.
“Hey pumpkin pie. Did you have a good time today?”
“Yes, I did. We had breakfast together and Mr. Colt let me help him come up with a color for a Camaro!” She wiggles out of Callie’s arms.
“Wow, that’s great. Did you tell them thank you?”
“You must be Callie, nice to meet you,” Colt says hugging Callie.
“Nice to meet you, too, I hope it wasn’t a bother with Bella being here today?” Callie responds.
“Nope, it was fun.” Colt comes over to where I’m standing. His hand reaches the base of my neck and he starts massaging it.
“Thank you, Mr. Colt, thank you, Auntie Lala.” She gives us both hugs.
“Love you, Bella. Love you, Callie. See you tonight!” I tell them as they walk towards the front door.
“Love you, Auntie,”
“Love you, see you at Maverick’s,” Callie waves.
Colt and I watch them leave before he says, “I guess that answers my question about dinner tonight.”
“I’m sorry, it’s girls’ night, but I can call you if it ends early and we can watch a movie or something? I have a feeling with Noah, Presley’s son, being sick and Callie having a rough day, it may get rescheduled anyways. God, that feels amazing,” I tell Colt as he continues kneading my neck.
“Keep me posted, if things change it’ll be me and you tonight, babe,” he grunts before moving me to where we’re now face to face.
“I’d like that, a lot,” I lean up towards him, my lips seek his, our kiss deepens, and I’m completely consumed in all things Colt.
14
Colt
I’m sitting at home watching the hockey team when my phone beeps with a message from Lyla.
Lyla: Girls night is over. Can you pick me up from Maverick’s? Pres is staying with Linc and Callie left an hour ago.
I look at the clock. It’s not even nine o’clock at night. From what Lyla tells me, it’s usually an after-midnight type deal, with all of them pouring into one of the girls’ parent’s vehicles or Lincoln will take them home.
Me: Heading your way now, everything okay?
Lyla: Yeah. All of us are tired, think we might move to Sunday morning brunches.
I don’t bother responding, instead I put my shoes on, grab my wallet, keys, and head to get my woman. Hell yeah, I love the sound of that.
Thank goodness for the small town of Shiloh. I’m backing my truck into a parking spot in less than fifteen minutes, making my way inside to pick up Lyla.
I grab my phone out of my pocket to text her.
Me: Walking in, where are you?
Lyla: In Linc’s office, I’ll come get you.
Walking into Maverick’s, the place is packed, bodies are every fucking where. There’s no way I’m letting Lyla walk through this place on her own.
Me: Stay there, I’ll come get you.
“Can I help you?” A waitress comes up to ask me.
“I’m looking for Lincoln’s office,” I practically yell to her.
“Follow me,” she nods her head to the side, doing as she asks, wanting to get to Lyla as fast as possible.
The waitress knocks on Lincoln’s office door before walking in. I take in the woman who has my heart beating out of its chest half the time, not to mention my cock. It’s rock fucking hard for her.