Page 12 of Calla's Boys

You.

I don’t say it out loud, though. She doesn’t take compliments too well when all of us are around. Her face turns red, so do the tips of her ears. I think it’s adorable, and she thinks it’s embarrassing.

“Anything,” I state enthusiastically as I pick up a fancy, leather-bound menu and open it up. It’s true—I could eat whatever they threw at me on a plate, so long as it was cooked.

I’m not as picky as Clyde.

I’m not as haughty as Doc.

I’m not as hard-pressed in my ways as Billy.

Which is probably how I ended up agreeing to this group-fuck, anyway,I muse with a chuckle as I glance down the options on the breakfast menu.

As everyone else at the table begins chatting about what they’ll be ordering, I lose myself deep in thought.With all of the snow outside, I wonder if Calla would be up to play a game?

A smile starts to curve my lips. I’ve never been partial to being out in the snow, but I have a feeling there’s more than one way to build a snowman.

I feel the gentle nudge of an elbow in my ribs and blink rapidly a couple of times before I glance at Billy. “What’s up?”

He cuts his eyes across the table, and I look up, then grin. I couldn’t have been thinking my childish thoughts for more than a few moments, but enough time had apparently lapsed for a pretty, wild-looking server girl to appear. My eyes instantly go to the number of silver studs climbing up the side of her ear, then slowly wander toward the soft, purple streaks hidden not so methodically by her natural, black hair. Her eyes are narrow and mischievous, a gentle shade of sky blue, and as I let myself take in the rest of her shapely form hidden underneath a pair of black slacks and a white, crisp dress shirt, I can feel Calla staring daggers at me.

“Surprise me,” I tell the girl, my grin widening as I hold out the menu toward her. She rolls her eyes and chuckles as she takes it, then turns and quickly wanders away.I wonder if she wants to build a snowman, too.

I lean back in my chair with a sigh as I let my head fall back slightly and stare up at the ceiling. Even something as mundane as this is still one of the fanciest things I’ve ever seen.

Calla is still staring at me, but she doesn’t have anything to worry about when it comes to my commitment to her. Sure, my eye may wander every now and then, and I may think things that I shouldn’t about other pretty women, but she should know that my dick belongs to her.

Always has, always will,I think as I run a hand back through my hair and tip my chair backwards slightly. The twofront legs come off the ground a little, and I just sit there, eyes trained on the ceiling, doing my best not to give in to looking at Calla Hunt and her accusing eyes.

I guess in a way it’s nice to know that even though she’s almost always surrounded by dick, she still craves us individually.

Dropping the chair legs back down to the floor with a dullthud,I reach over and nudge Billy’s arm.

Chapter Nine

Billy

“I’ve got an idea,” Jesse whispers excitedly when I look at him.

I swallow the nervous lump in my throat. None of his ideas have ever been anything short of crazy, but at the very least, they’ve always been kind of fun.

“Okay,” I reply cautiously with a shrug. “What is it?”

“We should build a snowman with Calla,” he says, his voice riddled with enthusiasm.

My eyes narrow in confusion as my brow dips, mimicking the sentiment. I know that Jesse isn’t exactly the most level-headed out of all of us, but that seems a littletoochildish.There has to be a catch.

He blows out his breath impatiently, then nods at me to look down.

“Ohhh,” I say a little louder than I mean to. His gesture explains his entire plot without him having to say another word.

“Shh,” he snaps at me through grit teeth. I cast a quick glance around the table and find the others watching us curiously, then smile nervously as I look back at Jesse.

“What makes you think she’ll go for it?” I ask him in a hushed tone. “Or any of them, for that matter?”

“Because everyone at this damn table thinks with their dick,” he replies smugly. “Except forher.She thinks withours,” he finishes with a sly smile.

I shake my head as I chuckle, then steal a quick glance at Calla. She’s completely enthralled by whatever it is that Clyde is saying to her, and Doc is starting to get annoyed.

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