Callan's Atlas (Brigs Ferry Bay Book 3) by K Webster

Author:K Webster [Webster, K]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Brigs Ferry Bay, #3
Publisher: K Webster
Published: 2021-05-11T23:00:00+00:00

Callan

I wake to an empty bed and my stomach growling. Luckily, this time, I’m no longer cuffed. Stretching, I glance around the room, looking for any indication Atlas is around. The house remains silent. I take a moment to think about what we did this morning.

It was dirty as fuck.

But it sure as hell felt good.

I don’t have the experience Atlas clearly has. The few boyfriends I’d slept with in high school weren’t exactly masters in the bedroom. And, ever since coming here, aside from messing around with Zak, it’s been a dry spell.

Atlas hasn’t even sucked my dick or fucked me, and I already feel like he’s obliterated me. My mind conjures up a million scenarios of us together. Each one is filthier than the last. A genuine smile tugs at my lips.

He’s right.

We’re going to have fun.

Excitement trickles through me. The urge to paint buzzes through my veins as if it’s electricity, pulsating straight from my heart. I should go back to Jax’s and Dante’s so I can grab the rest of my things.

Dread washes over me.

Or not.

I climb out of bed, take a quick piss, and then throw on my jeans. Atlas is nowhere to be found, but a key, some cash, and a note are sitting on the kitchen table.

Had to run some errands before work. Didn’t want to wake you. Feel free to buy whatever you need. If you go out, borrow one of my coats. Call me if you need me.—Atlas

Damn. How long did I sleep?

A quick glance at the clock shows it’s after six.

I can’t believe I wasted the day away in Atlas’s bed. He promised we’d play later, but my ass couldn’t even get up. My mind keeps replaying the way it felt to have him tonguing my ass and then, after, holding me. It wasn’t a simple cuddlefest either like Zak would have done. No, Atlas had to be a freak and cuff me.

Another smile.

God, he’s such an idiot.

Clearly, I am, too, since I’m quite pleased with how our morning went down.

I spend the next half hour scrounging up some coffee, showering, and dressing in green. It feels like a green day today. My jeans are black, but I find a green pair of Docs with neon-yellow laces and a bright green shirt with a glittery shamrock on the front. I don’t have green eyeliner, though. I get a little carried away with black, instead, and ultimately end up with cat eyes that I deem cool.

I wonder what Atlas’s errands were. Since he invited me to borrow one of his coats, I peruse his closet, looking for the most fashion-forward thing he owns. It happens to be a coat shoved in the back—Bean’s, ugh—but it’s deep green and looks too small for him. I pull it out and decide it looks pretty damn good on me.

Once I’ve grabbed my phone, programmed his number, and snagged my wallet, I head out on foot. I take the long way around to go and get my things from my old room.

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