Page 45 of Call Out
“Turn the car around.I need to talk to Zoe face to face.” In the flickering moonlight his face shadows and his features sharpen like a demon.
“No. We’re going back to my place. Sleep on it, Jeff. You’ve had a shit ton of booze, and you’ll flip the fuck out if she’s with Ryker.”
“Don’t be an asshole, Rocco. I need to sort this out with her tonight.” His eyes drill into the side of my face. “She won’t be with him. Zoe promised she wouldn’t fuck around anymore.”
“Are you sure about that? She’s cheated on you how many times now? Those two looked pretty cozy when they came in together.”
“Don’t. Just don’t fucking start,” he growls, fisting his hands. “Are you jealous? Is that it? You haven’t been in love, Danny. Your dick is too afraid of missing out on better pussy.” He taps his phone alive for the umpteenth time.
“Do me a favor, dude. Put your seatbelt on and shut the fuck up,” I snarl, my temper getting the better of me.
“TURN. THE. FUCKING. CAR AROUND, DANNY!” Jeff yells, rage vibrating through his voice.
Forcefully intercepting the age-old memory,I take in the view of Vivian Swann as she murmurs, “My front door key is hidden.”
The melody of her lazy voice coaxes me back from the real-life nightmare and curse. Her shapely curves and affection restore wilted hope.
Bare feet to wooden slats, I prop her upright and back her against the wall for support. “Is it still under the flowerpot?” I ask, moving around the porch on the hunt for a purple planter.
“That’s where the spare key lives. My key is hidden in a safe place.”
Corkscrew spirals have dropped to waves, glittering in the pale moonlight. There’s no trace of red lipstick on her minxy smile. Even in her vulnerable drunken state, she’s enchanting.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” The corners of her mouth droop as she’s preparing for a verbal scolding. “You’re angry with me.”
“Why would I be angry? You’re beautiful, Viv,” I sigh out my declaration.
With a hint of Dutch courage and an unsteady sway, she crosses the porch. “What’s your wildest fantasy?” Her hands glide over my chest. “I’m happy to do whatever you want. Teach me how to be your dirty girl.”
Liquor is strong on her breath, and she seesaws on the balls of her feet. She doesn’t need lessons. It comes naturally to her. “I’ve got hordes of fantasies, and they all involve you. A sober Vivian Swann.” I stroke her jaw, fighting the instinct to fuck her. “And believe me, you'll remember every detail of what we do together.”
I’ll brand my name on her tongue, burrow myself inside her and offer my heart for eternity. That way she’ll never walk away from me. For now, my sole focus is rehydrating my intoxicated girlfriend and getting her into bed safely. Making love to her will have to wait.
Fingers grapple with my belt buckle. My rowdy dick twitches. “My key is in here.” She pushes her breasts into my chest. Hot lips rain kisses down my neck. The racing pulse thrumming in my throat forgets to beat once or twice. “It’s hiding in my bra, Danny,” she says huskily, daring another nudge into my groin.
Slotting a hand behind her head, I steal a hungry, unrestrained kiss. Her sexy game of tease is fraying my sanity. As she moans into my mouth, my dick stiffens to stone. I trace her plump breast, carefully positioning my fingers between two fleshy peaks. Fuck, I’m so turned on by the tight sensation. Warm steel stops my search. I quickly extract the key from its prime position before I give in to her demands.
“Take me to bed, Danny,” she whimpers, eyes still closed when I break our kiss. “I want you so much. There’s a forest fire in my lady garden.” Viv staggers sideways. Her lashes flick upwards. Light catches in her hazel eyes so they appear molten with a life of their own. “I know you're not a firefighter…” she mumbles. “It’s an emergency. Call me an ambulance. This woman needs a meat injection from Doctor Lance-me-a-lot.”
This is her version of being a naughty vixen. I chuckle, securing her wild amble to the door. “Let’s get you into bed, ma’am.” I play along, even if it’s teasing my dick. “The doctor will be happy to assess your needs in the morning.” Tomorrow I’ll tell her everything. “I’ll stay with you tonight if you promise to behave.”
Her shoulders slump as she groans. “Danny, you’re killing me.”
Holding her hand, I turn the key and usher her indoors. Together we ascend the stairs. My arm circles her waist, keeping her Bambi legged steps in check. The bed is neatly made as expected, with plain green cushions thoughtfully arranged in front of the pillows.
“Do you like my cunshions—cushnons. Ugh, my tongue is out of order.” She palms her cheeks, turning into me. “I thought I’d break up the flowers, so it’s not too girly for my man.” A finger prods my pec. “And that’s you, Dan the Man.” Her arms flop by her side aimlessly, and her eyelids look too heavy as she blinks slowly.
I unfasten her belt buckle, ignoring the appreciative nod from Dr. Lance-me-a-lot. He sure likes that particular name because it implies many times. Her thighs prickle with goosebumps, and I fight the urge to drop down and worship my drunken good girl.
Bit by bit, I drag stretchy material past her hips, over her belly and free of her shoulders and head. She unclips the mesh bra with a sluggish effort, letting perky breasts bounce free. My low growl of appreciation doesn’t go unnoticed. She nibbles her bottom lip and smooshes her tits together. “Is there an off duty paramedic in the house? Can he take my temperature with his big thermometer? I’m burning up.” Viv staggers backwards and hits the nightstand.
I’d check her temperature all right and give her something to suck on. “Bed.” I order, pointing a shaky finger, trying my hardest to show her who’s the boss.
Viv bends over the duvet, so firm round buttocks tease my restraint even further. She tosses pillows off the bed like grenades and flops down on her face. After a few inaudible mumbles, she rolls onto her side with a grumble. “The room is spinning. If I keep my feet on the floor, will it stop?”
Hair spans the pillow like bountiful wheat at harvest, and inky lashes descend as she slips into a dreamy doze.
“Goodnight,” I whisper, pressing a heartfelt kiss to her brow. “We’ll finish this tomorrow.” Before grabbing water from downstairs, I complete her list of questions. Bar number ten. “How about we tick off more questions from your quiz… We’ll focus on the last one in the morning.” She groans softly. “I like nights in, with you. I grew up in a town called Richmond and went to college on a football scholarship with my best friend from kindergarten, Jeff. I’m a dog guy, and these days I have a thing for tea. I never thought I’d meet the right girl, so marriage was never on the cards, but maybe—” With her eyelids closed, a slumberous moan sighs free, too far into sleep to hear me.
