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She went still. Not tense. Just expectant. Like her body already knew I was about to ruin her weekend in the best possible way.
“Go relax. Or explore,” I said, sliding my hand away with deliberate slowness. “I’m going to bring the bags in.”
The moment I stepped back, I saw it—the heat in her eyes, the slight tremble in her thighs, the need in her that always made me hard.
She didn’t say anything.
She didn’t have to.
Her pussy would be soaked by the time I came back.
Chapter 17
Callie
I climbed the stairs and glanced back at the lodge. The exposed beams, timber walls, and crackling log burner gave it a warm, rustic charm—but the sleek, modern kitchen and glass-panelled dining area pulled it firmly into the present.
We’d waited to come here so I could take the pregnancy test. Alistair had barely been able to contain his excitement. I hadn’t matched his energy. Not fully.
A grimace twisted my mouth as my thoughts drifted to Mum and Dad.
My mum would—
Before the monstrous thought could spiral, I heard the crunch of gravel. Alistair returned, carrying our luggage like he was moving into forever.
There were only six or eight years between him and my parents. Somehow, that made it feel… less scandalous. My mum had barely been twenty when she had me. And sometimes, I wasn’t even sure she liked children.
I hadn’t told Alistair what my parents were like, especially after he talked so warmly about his. I’d meet his sister and her family soon. Then I had to spill the beans to Daisy, Belle and Melissa. They all knew I was hiding something since I was hardly at home anymore.
With a sigh, I turned into the hallway. When I pushed open the door, I froze.
The bedroom was stunning.
Sunlight poured through the tall, angular windows, casting golden light across the polished wood floor. Warm tones wrapped around the room—deep walnut beams stretched across the vaulted ceiling, meeting in a perfect peak above the grand iron chandelier that hung like a centrepiece of quiet power.
The stone fireplace, built into the wall with grey slate and soft amber highlights, crackled gently. It wasn’t cold, but the low fire added a sense of calm luxury, like the room had been designed to cradle you in comfort.
A low, modern bed sat in the middle, dark grey and sleek, yet still somehow inviting. A woven throw was draped across the mattress, slightly ruffled—as if someone had just been here, resting, waiting. Soft beige rugs softened each step, and near the window, a caramel leather chair angled itself like a lover waiting to pull me into its lap.
This didn’t feel like a place you stayed in.
It felt like a place you surrendered to.
Alistair hadn’t said a word about this room.
Of course he hadn’t.
As always, he knew exactly how I’d fall—it was all I’d been doing since I met the man.
His heavy footsteps grew closer, and I placed my backpack on the armchair, already bracing. He filled the doorway, broad-shouldered and unreadable, those dark eyes raking over me like I was already naked.
“Do you like it?”
“I love it,” I said with a nod.
A satisfied smile ghosted across his face as he set the suitcase down. I took a step back instinctively—because I felt it. The tension. It had started in the car, in the way he couldn’t stop touching me even when he drove. It was alive now, coiling between us, thick in the air, in the way his gaze didn’t waver.
“Test,” I blurted before I forgot entirely.
