Callie by Cindy Pike & Lipstick & Leather Motorcycle Club

Author:Cindy Pike & Lipstick & Leather Motorcycle Club [Pike, Cindy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-08-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

Callie

The jerking of us stopping has me coming mostly awake. I peer out at our surroundings only to find we’re not where we should be. “I thought you were taking me home to Sam and Theo’s?” My speech is only slightly slurred. My voice is a bit scratchy from sleep.

“I was. But you crashed and I didn’t want to deal with the fallout of our endeavor. If Sam saw you like that she’d have my ass. There’s a reason she’s my VP. So, I brought you back to my house.” Arlo’s voice comes out in a deep chest rumble, gliding over my skin like a finger trailing up my bare skin. I shiver with the sensation and wrap my arms around my torso to keep the sensation at bay.

My body is still sore but it’s mostly on the mend. It looks much worse than it feels. I’m just sure it’s up for what those words invoke in my mind. He gets out and before my brain can think of what I need to do he comes around and lifts me from my seat, cradling me to his warm angular body. My body fits next to his like two puzzle pieces clinking in place.

Using his booted foot kicks the door closed and he takes us inside his house through his unlocked garage door. Again, his scent encompasses me making me feel safe with having a sense of home.

He continues to carry me through his house and into what I now know is his bedroom, setting me on the bed.

“Let me get you a blanket.” Arlo turns around but stops at the door jamb before adding, “You can have the bed. I’ll take the couch.”

His words have a raging fire zipping through my veins like lightning striking sand on a beach turning the grains to glass.

Fuck him and his special treatment.

I’m tired of him flip-flopping from treating me like I’m made of glass one minute and something to play with the next. I decide to do something about it. Granted it’s not a smart thing but my sleep-addled brain doesn’t care.

He comes back and flicks the blanket open so it fans over the bed and my lower half.

“I can sleep on the couch. No need to give up your bed.” I try to say the words as nicely as I can. Not making it obvious that I’m pissed. I don’t want him to think I’m ungrateful. Moving to stand and go out to the couch I begin my objection.

“Just take the fucking bed.” His words are clipped and full of impatience. His jaw clenched tight.

Quickly losing my tenuous hold on my temper I let it fly. “I don’t want it! I don’t want to sleep here!” my voice shouts.

“Why? Are you so much better than me that you can’t even sleep in my fucking bed?” Arlo grits out.

Fuck it.

I move standing toe to toe with him and glare at him, putting all my anger and hate over what happened to me into the look, my chest heaving with my anger.

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