The Heart of a Warrior

Chapter 6

Callan

            I feel awful for being such a prick at dinner. Being so close to her I could smell her, she smelled of coconut and something entirely her own. It had my c**k doing things it shouldn’t and my mind thinking about her tied to my bed, when we find a place, my face buried between her thighs.

            I don’t like the thoughts she provokes in my mind. This is the only way I know how to maintain some distance. We had come back to her guest house and shortly after I see her step outside and lay in the grass.

            Her dog at her side, his head resting on her thigh. “You’re such a good boy Ares.” I hear her say even though she is many feet away and glass and drywall separate us. So that’s Ares, not a boyfriend after all. Something akin to relief floods my senses and I quickly push it deep down.

            She lays in the grass for well over an hour rubbing the dog’s length and staring at the stars. I have spent that time peaking glances at her while trying to keep my focus on some program Josh has on TV. Ava has already gone to bed saying something about a food coma.

            I can relate, my stomach is so full, her food was high-end restaurant quality. None of us have had a good home cooked meal in a long while.

            Rogue hunters stay on the road, never setting up shop for longer than a few months at a time. We pretty much live on gas station and fast food. This is the life we chose. Someone has to protect the humans from what they don’t know about.

             Shortly after Adelaide went inside Josh and I make our way to our temporary beds. I strip my shirt, tossing it onto a navy-blue decorative chair in the corner. I got the queen-sized bed because I am the largest. There is no way I would fit on a single bed.

            I pull an intricately designed dagger with an emerald seated in the handle I had hidden in one of my boots and tuck it under my pillow, along with it, my colt pistol I had in my belt. I smile thinking of Adelaide having a 9mm tucked into her waistband too. My dreams are consumed with thoughts of her body against mine as I fall asleep.