Once Georgina began screaming at me, Callan gently took my chin in his hand and brought me back up to him. He kissed me right on the mouth after I sucked him off, and it sent heat coursing through my body.
When he pulled away, I cuddled up next to him. I had so many questions that I wanted answered—most of them about his gift of Jett’s head—but I didn’t want to bother him right now. Especially now that he was recovering from being stabbed multiple times and nearly drowning.
“Callan!” Georgina screamed. “Look at me! Get me out of here!”
Callan tucked some hair behind my ear, his lips curled into a small smile, then grasped my thigh. “There is tape in the garage—second cabinet, third drawer down. Can you get it for me, please?” he murmured against my lips.
Glancing from him to Georgina,
