Callum's Love - The Men of the Crazy Angle 5 http://www.bookstrand.com/callums-love
“Adam, have those blood samples gone out to the lab yet?” a voice rang out.
Ryan jumped so high at
the sudden invasion to the quiet room, his ass left the seat of the office
chair and his arm knocked an open bottle of water across the desk. He caught a
glimpse of a huge, gorgeous blond coming into the room right before his butt
landed back onto the seat, rocking the chair violently and tipping it over. The
next thing Ryan knew, the chair was lying on the floor with him still in it.
* * * *
Callum wasn’t sure what had just
happened. He walked into the ranch office to ask
Adam a question, only to startle a cute brunet. The next thing he knew water
was flying all over the place. Now Callum was looking at the underside of Graham’s
office chair, with the bottom half of the cutie’s legs and sock-clad feet
sticking straight up in the air. Absently Callum noted that one sock was
red and one blue.
Quickly Callum grabbed the bottle that
was still spinning wildly, spraying water all over everything. Setting it
upright on the water-splattered desk, Callum swiftly picked up the laptop and
turned it sideways, trying to keep any moisture from seeping inside and frying
it. Taking a couple of tissues out of a slightly damp box sitting next to a
drenched pencil holder, Callum wiped the laptop as best as he could.
After Callum had placed the computer on an empty chair, he went around the desk to see if the man attached to
the mismatched socks was okay. Callum may have hesitated just a little when he got
a closer look at the man still sitting in a chair that wasn’t upright but lying on the floor.
His first thought was that the man was
too thin. From the angle Callum was standing and the position of the chair, he
couldn’t at first tell how tall the guy was. But then Callum decided the cutie
wasn’t very tall. Callum liked the man’s rich, dark brown colored hair even if
it did have a quarter-size bare spot behind his cute little ear. The man’s
bangs stood straight up, obviously resisting any attempt to comb it one way or
the other.
As he neared the man, blazing attraction
tightened his belly with its punch. This surprised Callum. Usually he was able
to push aside instant chemistry until certain traits about his potential
partners were revealed.
Callum frowned. The guy was just lying there,
with his eyes closed. Callum started to worry that he might have injured himself
when he fell.
“Are you all right?” Callum asked. Leaning
over, he tried to tell if the guy was distressed in any way. A clean, soapy scent
mixed with some light cologne reached his nose. Callum’s skin prickled and his
dick noticed.
“I think so,” the man replied.
When the man spoke, his voice was raspy like he had been screaming in passion for
hours. The sound drew Callum’s gaze to lips that were shaped like a pink cupid’s
bow, waiting for a kiss or Callum’s dick, whichever he chose to give the man.
“Are you stuck, can I help you up?”
Callum asked. It didn’t look like any part of the man was trapped in any way,
and yet he continued to lie in the chair with his feet still up in the air. If
Callum lifted the chair and set it
upright, the man would be still sitting in it perfectly.
“I’m scared.”
Callum frowned. He again scanned the man
and the area around him, and couldn’t find anything that would cause the guy to
be afraid.
“How about you open your eyes and then
we can go from there?” Callum asked.
Callum’s breath caught when the man finally
opened his eyes. Callum had never seen anything like it. One eye was a bright
startling blue, and one eye was brown.
Both eyes stared at Callum, not blinking. Automatically Callum checked the size of each pupil for any sign of
concussion.
“Does anything hurt?” Callum asked. From
years of experience, he kept his voice calm, even though his heart was racing, and a shiver was making its way up his
spine.
“I must have hit my head,” the man
replied. “Because there is no way I could ever be lucky enough to be this close
to an Adonis like you.”
* * * *
Ryan had never seen such an extraordinarily
amazing-looking man before. The guy made a young Brad Pitt look ugly. Drool-worthy
muscles outlined his blue polo shirt. The shirt color emphasized his gorgeous,
sapphire-blue eyes. Looking closer, Ryan saw that a bruise covered one of them in what his father would have called a
shiner.
His gaze moved
on and took in the man’s blond hair that was just long enough it called to Ryan,
asking him to run his fingers through it. There wasn’t anything Ryan could
think of that he wanted more than to have the guy’s full lips covering his
in a kiss. That is, except maybe he wished he wasn’t lying on his back while
still sitting in a chair.
The man leaned in closer and Ryan tipped
his head up, ready for the kiss he longed for.
Fingers buried themselves into his hair. Ryan’s cock jumped and started to
fill.
Ryan jerked,
and his eyes popped open when a finger hit a sore spot on the back of his head.
“You have a small bump right here. Do
you feel dizzy or nauseous in any way?”
His heart dropped in disappointment.
There wasn’t any passion on the man’s face just inches above Ryan’s, only
concern.
“Hey, is something wrong? Can you hear
me?” the man asked.
“Yeah, I can hear you. I’m fine,” Ryan
answered, tipping his head back down and trying to find any scrap of dignity
hiding somewhere behind his stupidity.
“All right. Let’s get you up and see how
you do.”
The probing fingers left Ryan’s head and
traveled to encircle his waist. The world tilted and the man lifted Ryan into the air before gently
depositing him on top of the hard, wet desk. Now he could see his Adonis was
tall, at least six-three. Ryan shivered, not able to stop the effect the man
was having on him.
“Talk to me, little man. What hurts?”
“I’m not little,
and my name is Ryan Timmons.” He couldn’t stop from wincing.
“You’re a lot smaller than I am, Ryan
Timmons. And I saw that wince. What
hurts?”
“Um, well, nothing hurts. I’m just sorta…” Ryan murmured.
Warm, firm hands ran
over Ryan’s arms. The Adonis gave his legs the same treatment. By now Ryan was
in pain from his hard dick pressing against the zipper of his jeans.
“Nothing seems broken. Come on, Ryan,
talk to me,” the man ordered.
Ryan looked up at the man and blurted, “I’m
sitting in cold water.”
The man snorted and ducked his head.
Mortified, Ryan did the only thing he could think of and got back to business. “I
sent those vials in with the lab van last night. There wasn’t any rush stickers
on them so the results should be back by tomorrow.”
“What?” The man looked adorably
confused.
“You came in here asking if the blood
samples went out and I just answered your question,” Ryan pointed out. “Graham
hired me to help him and Adam in the office.”
“Oh, okay. I’m Callum Leeman, by the
way,” Callum said.
Ryan held out his hand. “Nice to meet
you.”
Callum’s eyebrows rose, but he shook
Ryan’s hand. Ryan’s heart sank. He had seen that look on the faces of many
people before. His racing mind and stupid clumsiness had just ruined any chance
he might have had with the big man.
“It’s nice to meet you, too, Ryan.”
Callum smiled, and Ryan’s heart almost
stopped. Stupid heart, it never listened to his mind,
and now it wanted someone he didn’t have
a prayer of getting.
Callum’s strong hands lifted Ryan off
the desk and stood him on his feet. Ryan
immediately pulled away the cold, wet
material clinging to his ass.
“Thanks. Um, I think I need to go change,”
he said, totally embarrassed and wanting to escape.
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