Hothouse Flower (Calloway Sisters #2)

by Krista Ritchie

Ryke’s advice: “You should stay away from any guy who doesn’t make you come at least twice before he fucks you. Keep that in mind.”

I’ve been sleeping in the same bed as her. I’ve been taking care of her. She’s mine. She feels like she belongs to me. I don’t want to share her with any other fucking guy. And I don’t want to be with any other fucking girl.

For you, I always fucking will.

I am so emotionally involved with that girl. If someone told me she was crying two years ago, I would have called Lily or Rose to deal with it. But I want to be the one to protect Daisy. I want to be the one to hold her in my arms. I want to comfort her until she reanimates in pure fucking happiness. I don’t want to miss a day with her. I don’t want to be here while she’s there. And I can’t take back these feelings. I can’t go in reverse. I just drive forward at a hundred and fifty miles per hour. I’m racing towards her when I should be slamming on the fucking brakes. I know how to stop. But I’m not going to. I don’t want to. That’s the fucking truth.

“You don’t need to replace me. You can have me, sweetheart.”

He is more than just my pillow. My wolf. My bodyguard. He’s my everything.

“Every theory you’ve ever fucking had about men, I’m going to prove wrong,”

“Calloway, I’d fuck you in every corner of every hallway and then do it over again for good measure.”

“I kissed you tonight because I want your lips to only touch mine. From now until forever. That’s the fucking truth.”