CALLIE (The Naughty Ones Book 1) by Kristina Weaver Read Free Book Online Page B

baby.”
                  I should be with a good man right now, getting a foot rub and not standing on my feet, feeling sick as a dog, and talking to a man who makes me feel like an ugly stepsister.
    This reminds me of the time I got that tattoo of that caterpillar thing from Alice in Wonderland. It looked so cute and I was convinced it was the most original, cool idea ever.
    Now it just looks like a wrinkly penis with a face on my hip just above my vagina.
    So many things I shouldn’t have done.
                  I channel Whoopi when I feel like I might start crying in front of him, and I giggle a little when I picture her stalking away in that horrible purple suit.
    God love that woman. She’s a clown.
    “Hey, are you gonna cry?”
    “No. Real women don’t cry.”
    He sighs, clearly relieved, and I go back to messing up a perfectly loaded tray while he keeps looking at me.
    ***
    Jack
    Jesus, she’s so beautiful I can hardly breathe just looking at her as she frets with the food and seems to vibrate with nerves. I’m not used to women not liking me and avoiding my eyes. She hasn’t looked into my eyes once since I ambushed her in the hallway of Destiny’s apartment and I hate it.
    Something about her, for a split second, made me think about the woman I’d slept with months ago. For the briefest moment I was faint with the picture of her pregnant with my kid.
    She’s so gorgeous and sexy. I want to see the color of her eyes and…
    And what, Jack? What are you planning to do with a woman who’s knocked up and belongs to another man?
    Nothing. The answer is that there’s not a thing I can do about wanting little Callie. But I can sure look, and fuck me is the view incredible. She’s about five-four and has a body made for a man like me with a muscle-packed, six-two frame that I keep in peak condition by working out four days a week in the private gym in the basement of my home.
    She’s also got really clear, silky-looking skin and a mouth that makes me want to fantasize about what it can do. The thought reminds me of a particular dream I had just last night.
    In the dream my mystery hotel girl was going down on me with a gusto that suggested inexperience but pleasure. I woke up coming, my hand rubbing so fast and hard that I almost passed out with the intensity of my release.
    And then I felt empty because I know I’ll never see her or feel her again.
    No, you can’t look at Callie and think about sex, you idiot. The woman is taken.
    I check out her finger and note the absence of a ring. She’s also very nervous and not hiding it very well as she darts glances my way and pretends to be busy.
    Something about the way she avoids looking at me only makes me want her to gape at me in speechless wonder the way she did this afternoon. Part of me wanted to laugh my ass off at the pure lust and awe I saw on her face, and another was all too satisfied that I can evoke that sort of reaction out of her.
    When I‘d seen her belly I’d been pissed enough to run my mouth without thought. I felt like shit afterward. I realized almost immediately what I’d done, but by the time my brain started working again she’d been muttering death threats under her breath.
    Adorable.
                  “Bro, honestly, you keep hosting these parties and disappearing for hours on end. Oh, hey, Callie. You okay, sweetheart? You’re a little pale.”
    I watch with annoyance as Freddie walks over to Callie and starts fussing like a mother hen.
    “I’m good, Freddie, I swear. Now how about you flirt with Luci a little, huh? She almost lost her shorts when she saw you the first time, and I swear she’ll drool if you so much as look her way.”
    The door swings open a second later and I see a blonde with green eyes walk in with a laugh before she gets a load of Cage ad stops dead, her mouth flapping like a fish before she seems to shake herself and come back to her senses.
    Looks like Cage is about to