Pucking Ever After(Jacksonville Rays, #2.5)

by Emily Rath

Inside the cab, Caleb presses his hand to the glass against mine. “I miss you already,” he shouts. A laugh escapes me, and I shake my head. Shifting my fingers on the glass, I make the sign of the Vulcans. Caleb mirrors me, smiling like a loon. “Hey, Mars…” I lift a brow at him. “Live long and suck my dick.”

“Isä come back,” Jamie calls at me in Finnish, leaving his blocks to toddle our way. “Bubs, you know I don’t speak Spanish,” Caleb mutters, his shoulders sagging. “Finnish,” I correct.

“You sound like a Viking king when you speak Spanish,” says Caleb, his tone taking on a hint of delirium now. “Finnish,” I correct again.

When it comes to my loves, I’d follow them anywhere.