Page 70 of Worth the Wait

“Watch your mouth.”

“Or what?” Callum pushed. “You’re not here to do anything about it anyway.”

“Kitten, you behave yourself or you’ll find out exactly how many weeks you can go without a fucking orgasm.” Jack gasped at his own outburst and snapped his mouth closed. He’d overstepped, he was certain. Callum just missed him, and Jack was deliberately trying to keep him at a distance. This wasn’t sustainable.

He was about to apologize when he heard a quiet, but breathy moan float through the receiver of the phone.

“Callum,” Jack tested.

“Daddy.” Callum’s voice was soft as a feather, but heavy with desire.

“Skype me when you’re done with your friends, kitten. We’ll talk then.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Callum answered, another breathy exhalation of want.

Jack couldn’t help but laugh. He ended the call and rose to his knees, jerking off quickly to thoughts of exactly how much Callum was going to make him earn the things he wanted.

19

Callum

“I can’t believeyou’ve turned into some mystical, impossible to get a hold of, figment of my imagination,” Samantha whined, wrapping her arms around Callum and hugging him close.

“Are you imagining this?” he teased.

She swatted at him and feigned a glare that quickly turned into a bright smile.

“I saw you last month,” Callum reminded her.

“You came by for an hour. That doesn’t even count.”

“I’ve been busy.”

Samantha grabbed him by the biceps and shook him, tilting her head down and looking at him quite seriously. “Nothing is more important than friends, Callum.”

He licked his lips and gave her a slight nod.

Lately, there had been something much more important than his friends. Someone, rather, and that someone had been doing nothing but putting space between them since he’d gotten here. Callum wasn’t even sure why Jack had bothered moving to California.

“What’s going on up there?” Samantha squinted at him and searched his face for clues.

“Can we talk about it over some wine?”

She squealed. “Always. Did you want to go to the cemetery?”

Drinking in the cemetery was something they normally reserved for summer nights, and it was a little bright out considering it was still well before lunch.

“It’s eleven,” he reminded her.

“Soda cups, sweetheart.” She shook her head like he should know better.

Callum followed her down the block to the corner store where she paid for a generic bottle of Malbec and Callum stifled his shock that the store even had anything beyond a red blend. She unscrewed the cap,awesome…screw top, on the counter in front of the register and dumped it into two large fountain drink cups.

“Be safe, little lady,” the man behind the register told her as he tossed the empty wine bottle into the trash.

“I’m a good girl, Wills.”

Callum scoffed and followed Samantha out of the store and down the block the other way toward the cemetery. She winded her way through the mausoleums and marble statues, finding a marker near a bubbling pond under a vine-covered gazebo.