Free CALLIE (The Naughty Ones Book 1) by Kristina Weaver

I’d been. All I had to go on was the vague memory of toffee-colored hair and the smell of honeysuckle.”
    Dammit. Now how can I be mad at him when he probably almost dropped a ball thinking he’d banged some skank who could have given him a little going away gift, like herpes?
    I feel myself soften a little and eye him dolefully.
    “Fine. No hard feelings for what happened. I still hate you for the fat comment, though. What an ass.”
    Can you really define what sheepish looks like when the man I question is also grinning like a loon?
    “I’ll take it. Now let’s talk future goals. How do you feel about a spring wedding?”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Nine
    Going with the Flow (Until You Crash Head-First Down a Waterfall)
    Jack
    The one thing I’ve always had in spades is confidence and determination. It’s gotten me where I am today and ensured that no matter what shit life throws at me, I can usually handle it without too much of a problem.
    How I got where I am right now, though…
    Let’s just say that for once in my life, I’m going to take the advice that my grampa Jack has given me. I’m going to just go with the freaking flow. I have no choice, so it’s not as if I’m happy about this shit, but you have a pregnant woman cleaning your clock to the tune of a black eye and a busted lip and you judge me then.
    To say that Callie Landry was not happy about my views on the need for marriage and commitment is putting it mildly. I got out of that apartment by the skin of my teeth and just barely saved my balls from winding up around her neck.
    And not in a good way, though now that I think about it, having my balls around her neck may not be a bad thing, if it means something else gets to be in her mouth.
    That thought restarts the naughty daydreams I’ve been avoiding, and by the time I’ve run the gamut of getting my mouth between her legs and seeing if that honeysuckle scent originates from the source…
    I’ve been hard for fucking days just thinking about how hot and tight she’ll be with all those hormones coursing through her.
    “Jesus. Stop already, Jack. I’m about to eat here and you’re making sex noises at the table? People are starting to stare,” Freddie growls, taking another drink.
    We’re at lunch, waiting on Woody to join us for a planning, storm-attack session that has to work before my parents snap their leashes and come raining down on both me and Callie.
    Trust me, getting a phone call in the middle of the night from Gramps because some little gossip dropped the baby bomb on Mom was not pleasant, and knowing my crazy-ass family they’ll scare the poor woman away before I’ve had a chance to tag and bag that shit.
    Knowing it was Callie under me in the vague dreams I’m still having only makes my dick harder. And knowing she’s now ripe with my seed and irrevocably joined to me has me wild with the need to not only mark my territory again, but mark her so any and all other swinging dicks will know exactly who she belongs to.
    I’m a man and men mark their shit. As far as I’m concerned, she is mine and she made that call when she let me into her body without protection and allowed me to load her full of me.
    Christ, there goes my dick again.
    “Shut up, Cage. You aren’t any better yourself. Last I hear, you were on Luci and running hard. What gives?”
    I really do not need one of my bonehead friends messing with one of the women Callie considers her sisters. She’ll blame that shit on me and be stink-eyeing me again. Right now I need sugar, not vinegar.
                  “She’s got a wedding album, man. A fucking book the size of a sofa with the whole day planned out.”
    “So?”
    I see no problems there. If a guy can do a girl without making his needs and motivations clear, he can take the heat. I have never given a woman the idea that I want more, have always been very upfront and honest about my intentions. Till Callie.
    We freaking