“Oh,” I groaned, meeting the thrust of his hips. With the angle, his thrusts sent him over that spot he’d discovered so thoroughly before, and it didn’t take long for everything to feel heavy and tight and hot all at once.
Callan’s mouth kissed down my shoulder and up my throat. He sipped at my lips. Between the drugging feeling of his lips on my skin and the steady, unyielding thrust of his hips, I was losing my mind.
“You’re the best thing I’ve ever felt around my dick,” Callan panted out. “You’ve got me so fucking hard.” His hips picked up speed. “I need you to come again, okay? Can you do that for me?”
I couldn’t get enough air to tell him how close I was. Instead, I locked my legs around his waist and held on as I spiraled. “Callan, I—”
He moaned. “Me too, Princess. Let go for me.” As if I had been waiting for his command, I flew over the edge, nearly screaming as Callan rode me through his own orgasm.
I fell back against the counter, and he slumped against me. We were still for a moment, coming back to earth. When he pulled back enough to look at me, I reached out and cupped his face, tugging him back in for a kiss.
“I need to clean myself up,” I said when the kiss broke. “And I think you probably have a phone call to make, right?”
Callan sighed and rested his forehead against mine. “Yeah, Foster needs to see the foyer before we can clean up the glass.” He kissed me again, and then he helped me off the counter.
4
FOSTER
Someone smashed Adrianne’s security camera on her front gate. I saw it the moment I pulled up. It was hanging by a handful of wires. I reached out and plucked it off where it was hanging. I punched in the code that Callan sent me and waited as the gate slowly swung open.
The driveway wound in toward the house, and I parked by Callan’s truck. It was dusky now, and the house looked gloomy and old in the fading light. This was a house that wanted Tiffany windows and an Art Deco design. Something worthy of old Hollywood.
I walked the perimeter of the property and saw a dozen places that an intruder could have gotten through. The hedges had thin spots. The wrought iron was rusted out in places. I made a mental list of all the things that would have to be repaired or reinforced to deter anyone from trying to physically get on the property. I took pictures of everything to show her and Ethan.
Starting with getting a proper security system with a monitor that didn’t live half a world away. Adrianne needed someone local to keep an eye on her in real time. I added that to the list in my head.
After looking around the property, I approached the front door and immediately saw what Callan had called about. The glass in the door was shattered. Through the hole, I could see a brick.Glad he had the sense not to touch it, I thought as I took more pictures. Then, I called Callan. “Wyatt,” he answered after a single ring.
“Cal,” I said. “I’m here. How do you want me to come in?”
“Around the back,” Callan told him. “There’s a path that goes around to the back yard.”
“No internal fencing?”
“None.”
I scoffed at that. “So the only privacy is the hedge?”
“Foster.”
I ground my teeth. “Give me two minutes.”
Callan hung up, and I quickly rounded the house. Behind the house, there was a pool and spa and an outdoor kitchen on a porch with an assembly of furniture. The back was all glass. Aesthetically, it was the perfect example of California indoor-outdoor living, but all I could see was how unsafe it was. Adrianne was lucky that the brick was thrown through the front door. It could have done some real damage back here.
Callan pushed open the first panel of the accordion door and beckoned me inside. He clapped me on the shoulder as I passed. Adrianne was at the counter, picking at a slice of pizza. “Hungry?” Callan asked. “We’ve got plenty.”
In the sink, there was a pan that still held the remnants of whatever she had been trying to cook. “I’m good,” I said. “Let’s go look at the foyer.”
Callan nodded. He glanced at Adrianne, and his expression shifted. He looked at her like she was... precious. Like he would fight the entire world for her.Goddammit, Cal. Ethan was going to murder him.
“Do you want to stay here?” he asked her.
Adrianne shook her head. “Please don’t leave me alone.”
Callan touched her shoulder, and she leaned into him, comfortable in a way that she wasn’t this afternoon. “Of course not,” he said.
I waited to feel like the third wheel, but even as Adrianne leaned into Callan, she looked at me. “You’re safe, Ms. Montoya,” I said.