Page 15 of Calla's Boys

Doc rolls his eyes and glances at him. “Don’t apologize to him just because you’re not a sociopath like he is.”

I laugh and shake my head.

I have feelings.

Most of them, anyway.

The important ones.

The ones that want to fuck Calla every chance I get, and especially when I can get her alone.

“Nah,” I intercede, taking the opportunity to present myself as the proverbial good guy, “I’m the one that’s sorry. I think I slept wrong or something. I need to lie down for a bit, is all.”

All eyes at the table turn to look at me curiously.

I get it.

No one is used to me apologizing for anything, nor are they used to me backing down.

And in a way, I’m not.

I’m just playing along so that when we get upstairs, Calla doesn’t push us all away so she cannurtureBilly’s feelings back to normal.

Then that’ll fuck up everything, just because I chose the wrong thing to be impatient about.

“Thanks,” Billy finally says with a nod, breaking the curious silence.

I grin at him as I reach over for one of Calla’s hands, doing my best not to sigh at the soft feeling of her skin.

Sooner rather than later, she’s going to be slick with sweat, radiating heat from desire, and made up too, according to one of the best ideas that Jesse has ever had.

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When breakfast isfinallyover, and Jesse is done acting like an absolute twat and taking his time, we all stand up after Calla signs her name on the receipt.

The rest of them start walking with purpose toward the restaurant doors, but I’m a gentleman—I wait patiently for her, following her as she walks quickly to catch up to them.

I grind my teeth together as her hips sway from side to side, her succulent ass teasing me as she goes.

By the time we exit the restaurant, the rest of the guys are over by the elevator banks, talking animatedly like a bunch of kids.

I roll my eyes as I take Calla’s hand and go over to wait with them.

After a few moments, the elevator bell dings and the doors slide open. We wait for some people to file out before we shuffle in, and I press theclose doorsbutton, holding it down to ensure that no one else will be able to get in with us.

“Hey, Calla? Before we all hit the hay for a few hours, wanna help us with something?” Jesse asks her cheerfully.

She stifles a yawn, placing her free hand gently over her mouth and nods. “Of course. What do you need help with?”

“Nothing too big. Extra credit project for art class is all,” he advises with a wave.

Calla chuckles as she rests her head on my shoulder. I give Jesse an amused look.Art class is all he can come up with?

He smirks as he crosses his arms and rests his back against the elevator wall, Doc and Billy quietly snickering behind us.

When the elevator finally hums to a gentle stop on our floor, I place a hand on the side of the bank, allowing her to walk out first.

Then they fall into step beside me as we follow her. Our new art class project—our snowman ready to be built.

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