Page 49 of Chasing Callie
“I don’t think Jesus was allowed to fuck,” Jax quips.
Glaring at him, I take a breath, relaxing my death hold.
“I bet that guy down there sells insurance,” Jax says suddenly, pointing to someone in the crowd below.
I follow his finger, grateful for the distraction. He’s wearing slacks. Way too self-important. “Too stuffy. Financial advisor.”
“Nah, look at those shoes. Definitely a dentist,” Brax counters.
The wheel picks up speed, and my hair whips around my face in the breeze. I reach up to gather it, but Knox beats me to it, his fingers brushing my cheek as he tucks the strands behind my ear.
“Thanks,” I whisper, turning toward him. My breath catches and my throat goes dry. Our faces are inches apart, his breath warm against my lips. Knox’s focus drops to my mouth, and something electric passes between us. My heart hammers, and I can’t blame my rushing pulse on the height anymore.
In one fluid motion, Knox’s hand slides to the back of my neck and pulls me forward, crushing his mouth to mine.
I make a startled sound against his lips, but when his fingers thread through my hair, tugging gently, something inside me yields. I soften against him, and he groans low in his throat. That sound vibrates through me.
He kisses me like a man drowning, like I’m oxygen, like we’re picking up right where we should have left off a decade ago. Tasting me like he regrets ever choosing someone else.
Our bucket swings past the crowd. Whistles and cheers erupt. I break away with a gasp, my lips tingling and my breath ragged. My fingers brush over my mouth and I study Knox.
His eyes are dark, feral, fixed on me with such raw hunger that I have to look away or burn up under his gaze.
“About fucking time,” Jax mutters.
I glance at the twins, expecting. . . Jealousy? Anger? But they’re both smiling, exchanging a look that seems suspiciously like satisfaction.
“What just happened?” I ask, my voice sounding strange to my own ears.
“Ten years of built-up tension exploding?” Brax suggests helpfully.
My head spins, and not from the height. “You’re not upset?”
“Why would we be?” Jax asks.
Before I can figure out how to respond, the wheel slows as we approach the landing. Knox’s hand pulses on my thigh. The touch claiming. Reassuring and unnerving all at the same time. My heart tugs in three different directions.
“Come over tonight,” he says. “After the festival.”
It’s not a question, not quite a command. More of a certainty.
“With all of you?” I ask, looking between them. What are they up to?
“Yes,” they answer in unison.
Butterflies erupt in my stomach. I’m sure that’s not what they mean, but I can’t help picturing all three of them naked in bed with me. That’s not how this works though. At some point, I’m going to have to choose. And I don’t want to. I should probably run in the opposite direction, not longing to fall right back into their chaos.
“Okay but I need a ride.”
Jax smirks. “We can drive you.”
My stomach flutters at the thought of being in close quarters with these three. The Ferris wheel comes to a stop, but I have the distinct feeling I’m still falling, and this time, the Williams brothers are waiting to catch me.
Chapter Nineteen
CALLIE
The crisp night air wraps around me as I pack away the last of the liquor. Strings of twinkling lights crisscross overhead, competing with the stars that have decided to show up in full force tonight. The summer festival is wrapping up, and half the crowd is three sheets to the wind, stumbling around like newborn foals trying to find their ride shares. Those Jager bombs are dangerous.
