Page 58 of You for Her (The Edge of Retaliation 2)
He makes a chuckling sound. “Could have my leg cut off and I’d still endure it to see you bouncin’ on my cock like that. You’re fuckin’ beautiful, Callie.”
I flush and snuggle into him closer. “You’re not so bad yourself, even though you currently look like you’ve done three rounds in the ring.”
He grunts. “Yeah, feel it, too.”
“You should get some sleep, you’re exhausted. We’ve been too busy talking and fucking.”
I go to move away so I can head back to my own room and get some rest too, but his arm tightens, making me stay where I am. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“Don’t go,” he says, his voice firm, yet weirdly vulnerable.
“Okay,” I whisper, getting comfortable again.
Within moments, his breathing deepens, and I know he’s asleep. I smile, it’s hard not to. I don’t think I’ve ever fallen asleep in a man’s arms. I’ve always wondered how it would feel, and honestly, I like it. I like it a lot. I feel safe, like nothing in the world could touch me while I’m here. That’s a nice feeling to have, and one I’m not overly familiar with.
Within moments, my eyes are dropping closed, too.
My breathing deepens.
Tanner’s breaths turn into light snores.
And I can’t help but smile as the warm darkness takes me.
This really does feel nice.
I could get used to it.
I really could.
“TANNER!”
The pounding at the door wakes me up, and as I come to, Tatum’s voice becomes clearer. I rub my eyes and roll out of Tanner’s arms. He’s still dead asleep.
“Tanner! Get up! Wake up!”
Shit.
Tatum sounds frantic. I reach over and shake Tanner by the shoulder until he slowly rouses out of his sleep. He rubs his eyes and grumbles something sleepily, then he hears Tatum’s voice and jerks upright in bed. Within a few seconds he’s standing and walking over to the door, opening it.
“What’s goin’ on?” he asks, his voice still husky from sleep.
“They’ve got Chase.”
“What? Who?”
Tatum walks into the room and stops dead when he sees me with a sheet wrapped around myself, sitting up in Tanner’s bed. Well, this is one way for him to find out what it is we’ve been doing in here.
“Not even goin’ to ask,” he murmurs, then turns to Tanner and says, “I got a call from the guys you’ve been huntin’ down. They figured out who you are and your relation to Chase, and somehow they fuckin’ got hold of him. They told me if I don’t show up tomorrow with the cash you owe, they’ll kill him.”
“Fuck,” Tanner growls. “I thought you had his name changed? How the fuck did they find him?”
“I don’t fuckin’ know. Traced my phone? Traced yours? Followed us? How the fuck do I know. I had his name changed properly, so it fuckin’ beats me how they got to him so quick. Either way, they’ve got him, and they want cash for the goods you destroyed when you went in there on a fuckin’ rampage, not only that, they want you.”
I glance at Tanner, concerned. They want him? This isn’t good. This isn’t good at all.
“How much cash?” Tanner asks, ignoring the fact that Tatum clearly stated they want him too.
“Ten grand, by tomorrow.”
Tanner runs a hand down his face, and then murmurs, “Go and get the others up. We’ll head over there. I’ll figure something out.”
“They’re goin’ to kill him, Tanner,” Tatum says, his voice concerned.
“He got himself into this fuckin’ mess.” Tanner grunts. “But we’ll get him out of it.”
“You got him into it by goin’ in and causin’ shit instead of coming to us and workin’ out a smart plan,” Tatum growls. “If anyone is to blame here, it’s you.”
“You really want to get into this now?” Tatum fires back, fists clenched.
“Okay,” I say, standing, keeping the sheet around my body. “That’s enough. Tatum, go and get the others. We’ll work something out. We’ll get Chase back and sort this out, okay?”
Tatum glares at Tanner for a minute but turns and disappears out the door. I glance over at the clock, it’s six at night, which means we slept all afternoon. It works out well, considering we have to be where Chase is by noon tomorrow, that’s some driving we’re going to have to put forward in the next few hours.
“What are we going to do, Tanner?” I ask, reaching for my clothes so I can get changed and we can get on the road.
“Don’t stress about it,” Tanner murmurs, picking up his clothes and heading toward the shower. “I’ll work out a plan.”
He closes the door and I exhale. I get dressed quickly, grab my things, and take them out to the truck. When I arrive, Ethan is leaning against it, arms crossed. I walk over and throw my things in, then I stand next to him and say, “This is a problem.”
