Page 146 of Midnight Curfew

Undoubtedly the latter.

I grab him and push him down on the mat, onto his stomach, and climb on his back. He fights me, and I scramble for his arms, pinning him.

“Call them off,” I say in his ear.

He can send those motherfuckers home right now, and I can go get a condom in my car.

But he shakes his head. “Nah, I’m good.”

I grind into his ass, his warmth already filtering through my clothes. “Callum…” I beg.

What the fuck am I doing? I don’t pine for people. I can get it from anyone.

He’s pissing me off. I have to fuck him now. I refuse to let him beat me.

“It’s for the best,” he says over his shoulder. “He’ll want me as tight as possible.”

My face falls. Motherfucker.

Pressing my forearm into his back, I hold him down and take out my phone, laying it on the mat above his head.

Dialing Trace, I put it on speaker. He’ll be at the bar. Two minutes away.

“Hey, man,” my little brother answers.

“Hey, I need you to do something for me,” I tell him in a rush. “It’s gonna suck, and it’s dangerous, and you can’t get caught.”

A second passes, and then I hear him hiss, “Shit.”

Callum tries to get out from under me, but I rise up and pin his neck to the fucking floor.

“I’m at Marymount,” I call out. “I need you to fly by and draw Milo Price and Vincent Law away from the parking lot.”

Callum growls, and I come down again, planting my hand over his mouth.

He struggles, so I hurry. “Can you do that and get back to the bar without getting caught?” I ask Trace.

“This better not be for some piece of ass.”

I smile. “Only the best one I’ve ever had.”

Callum quiets and stops struggling, and I rise up on all fours, sliding my hand into his hair as I move my mouth over the back of his neck.

“All right,” Trace finally says, and I can hear keys jingle.

“I’ll owe you,” I tell him.

“And I will collect,” he barks. “Macon’s gonna have my head.”

I end the call, Callum scrambles for his pocket, and I yank out his hand. Jamming in my own, I take his phone.

Dipping my nose close to his ear, I whisper, “You said I could have you if I got a condom.”

No need to call his friends now. I gave him a chance.

Putting both phones in my pocket, I shoot to my feet and walk toward the door, glancing over my shoulder.

Callum rises up, and I flash a grin before throwing open the door and running.