Free My Calling by Lyssa Layne Page A

he sent because I genuinely think he had feelings for Saylor but I didn’t trust him and it didn’t take much to run him off.
    “After he left, I kind of lost myself and tried to start over. I went as far as a thirty dollar bus fare would take me and stayed in Wallburga where I got off the bus. I ended up staying there for about six months before I came back here which is where I grew up.”
    My stomach flip flops. Those six months have been the only time I’ve ever lost Saylor and it was hell. That’s when I virtually doubled in size because I was in the gym every waking hour I wasn’t searching for her. This is the first time that I knew where she was.
    Her head dips again, breaking our eye contact and her thumb rubs harder against my skin. “I got a job waiting tables and started dating my boss, who happened to be a drug dealer, but I had no idea at the time. He took me in, gave me a place to stay, and…”
    This is bad, whatever she’s going to say is bad. “And what, Saylor?” My voice is on edge, showing that I care way too much.
    She pulls her hand back and lifts her palms up as she shrugs. “And he just wasn’t nice. I survived, it’s made me stronger, and pickier, but it was just a bad time in my life.”
    Fuck. He hurt her. I failed Eddie. I failed Saylor. Did he…
    “Saylor… did he… cause if he did, I will find him and—”
    Saylor smiles and touches her hand to my cheek. “For someone who didn’t even talk to me a week ago, you sure do care a lot about my past…”
    On instinct, I nuzzle my beard against her hand, locking my eyes with hers. “Because I can’t imagine anyone ever laying a hand on you and if I found out they did, there would be hell to pay.”
    “Beck, you can’t always protect me. My past is my past.”
    Saylor looks into my eyes, almost taunting me with her words yet she doesn’t know it. I lean forward, sliding my hands along her thighs as our faces get closer. My mind is screaming at me that this is a horrible idea but my eyes are locked in on her bright red lips. Her tongue runs over her bottom lip and she presses them together, wetting the top and bottom. I look into her eyes, wanting permission before I cross this fucked up line that Saylor doesn’t know exists. Her hand moves to the back of my head, her fingers fisting my hair and pulling me closer. I take a deep breath and close my eyes because shit is about to explode in my face and I’m so ready for it.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 13
     
     
    Beck
     
    Sitting in my truck, I close my eyes, remembering exactly how the kiss went. It was fuckin’ amazing, there’s simply no other way to put it. Saylor blood red lips that I absolutely despise when she wears that lipstick were thick, sweet, and gave me a fuckin’ hard on like I couldn’t imagine. Her tugging at my hair and my hands on her thighs were a lethal combination and when I felt her tongue on mine, I knew that kiss was only going to lead to very naughty things. I never thought I’d say it but I was relieved when Calvin showed up, interrupting our lip lock because that kiss needed to stay right there and not be taken out of that bar. The devastation on his face was pretty priceless, too.
    “Hey!” Saylor’s voice stings my ears and I jump as she hits the side of my truck door.
    “Shit,” I mutter, pushing her away as I open the door and climb out. Obviously, she isn’t taking the hint that I’m trying to limit any extra time around her, especially when we’re both changing clothes. I swear if I see her in the locker room in that black lace bra of hers again, I will fuckin’ lose it. Of course, I think she probably does it on purpose to drive me nuts and her plan is working far better than I let on.
    Saylor giggles, linking her arm through my elbow like we’re best friends as we walk into headquarters. She glances over at me, a slight frown coming to her lips. “You’re already dressed.”
    I nod. “Yeah, I’m not a fan of the sausage