Callan's Atlas (Brigs Ferry Bay Book 3) Read online

  Callan’s Atlas

  Copyright © 2021 K Webster

  Editor: Novel Mechanic

  Formatting: Champagne Book Design

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by an information and retrieval system without express written permission from the Author/Publisher.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Author’s Note

  Books by K Webster

  About This Book

  Brigs Ferry Bay Series Order

  Welcome to Brigs Ferry Bay…

  Dedication

  Note to Reader

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Epilogue

  Preview of Leif’s Serenity

  What’s Next?

  Playlist

  Acknowledgements

  About Author K Webster

  To get a free, full MM standalone book, No Tears with Him, sign up for my newsletter: Free Book.

  Psychological Romance Standalones:

  My Torin

  Whispers and the Roars

  Cold Cole Heart

  Blue Hill Blood

  Wicked Lies Boys Tell

  Romantic Suspense Standalones:

  Dirty Ugly Toy

  El Malo

  Notice

  Sweet Jayne

  The Road Back to Us

  Surviving Harley

  Love and Law

  Moth to a Flame

  Erased

  Extremely Forbidden Romance Standalones:

  The Wild

  Hale

  Like Dragonflies

  Taboo Treats:

  Bad Bad Bad

  Coach Long

  Ex-Rated Attraction

  Mr. Blakely

  Easton

  Crybaby

  Lawn Boys

  Malfeasance

  Renner’s Rules

  The Glue

  Dane

  Enzo

  Red Hot Winter

  Dr. Dan

  KKinky Reads Collection:

  Share Me

  Choke Me

  Daddy Me

  Watch Me

  Hurt Me

  Play Me

  Contemporary Romance Standalones:

  Wicked Lies Boys Tell

  The Day She Cried

  Untimely You

  Heath

  Sundays are for Hangovers

  A Merry Christmas with Judy

  Zeke’s Eden

  Schooled by a Senior

  Give Me Yesterday

  Sunshine and the Stalker

  Bidding for Keeps

  B-Sides and Rarities

  Conheartists

  Cocksure Ace

  No Tears with Him

  Stroke of Midnight

  He Made Me Stay

  Paranormal Romance Standalones:

  Apartment 2B

  Running Free

  Mad Sea

  Cold Queen

  Delinquent Demons

  Brigs Ferry Bay Series:

  Sheriff’s Secret

  Hood River Hoodlums Series:

  Hood River Rat (Book 1)

  Little Hoodlum (Book 2)

  Campfire Chaos (Book 3)

  Hood River Zero (Book 4)

  War & Peace Series:

  This is War, Baby (Book 1)

  This is Love, Baby (Book 2)

  This Isn’t Over, Baby (Book 3)

  This Isn’t You, Baby (Book 4)

  This is Me, Baby (Book 5)

  This Isn’t Fair, Baby (Book 6)

  This is the End, Baby (Book 7—a novella)

  Lost Planet Series:

  The Forgotten Commander (Book 1)

  The Vanished Specialist (Book 2)

  The Mad Lieutenant (Book 3)

  The Uncertain Scientist (Book 4)

  The Lonely Orphan (Book 5)

  The Rogue Captain (Book 6)

  The Determined Hero (Book 7)

  2 Lovers Series:

  Text 2 Lovers (Book 1)

  Hate 2 Lovers (Book 2)

  Thieves 2 Lovers (Book 3)

  Pretty Little Dolls Series:

  Pretty Stolen Dolls (Book 1)

  Pretty Lost Dolls (Book 2)

  Pretty New Doll (Book 3)

  Pretty Broken Dolls (Book 4)

  The V Games Series:

  Vlad (Book 1)

  Ven (Book 2)

  Vas (Book 3)

  Four Fathers Books:

  Pearson

  Four Sons Books:

  Camden

  Elite Seven Books:

  Gluttony

  Greed

  Royal Bastards MC:

  Koyn

  Copper

  Truths and Lies Duet:

  Hidden Truths

  Stolen Lies

  Torn and Bound Duet:

  Torn Apart

  Bound Together

  Books Only Sold on K’s Website and Eden Books:

  The Wild

  The Free

  Hale

  Bad Bad Bad

  This is War, Baby

  Like Dragonflies

  The Breaking the Rules Series:

  Broken (Book 1)

  Wrong (Book 2)

  Scarred (Book 3)

  Mistake (Book 4)

  Crushed (Book 5—a novella)

  The Vegas Aces Series:

  Rock Country (Book 1)

  Rock Heart (Book 2)

  Rock Bottom (Book 3)

  The Becoming Her Series:

  Becoming Lady Thomas (Book 1)

  Becoming Countess Dumont (Book 2)

  Becoming Mrs. Benedict (Book 3)

  Alpha & Omega Duet:

  Alpha & Omega (Book 1)

  Omega & Love (Book 2)

  Elizabeth Gray Books:

  Blue Hill Blood

  Cognati

  From USA Today bestselling author K Webster comes a steamy and emotional age-gap MM romance!

  When we moved from New York to Maine, life was supposed to get easier, not harder.

  Change, for me, was difficult.

  I became the target of terrible crimes that resulted in sending a once-beloved man of the community to prison for a very long time.

  Now that I’m eighteen, I could move back to the Big Apple, but fear has me rooted in place.

&
nbsp; I hate what that monster did to me.

  Looks like I’m stuck here for good.

  Brigs Ferry Bay’s unhappiest gay.

  Each day, the darkness closes in around me more and more.

  Black clothes. Black mood. Black thoughts. Black eyeliner.

  The color in my life bled from me months ago and never came back.

  Until him.

  Atlas Larson.

  Newest cop on the BFB police force.

  Too hot. Too strong. Too old for me. Too…everything.

  Atlas is a rebellious, bossy, mouthy brute who likes to provoke me.

  Every encounter starts with heat and ends with an argument.

  Color begins sneaking back into my world little by little.

  He reminds me of who I once was and shows me who I’m meant to be.

  I crave to leave this town once and for all.

  But now that I’ve found the courage to do it, the arrogant jerk with a badge might find a way to keep me here and in his arms forever.

  ***Brigs Ferry Bay is a steamy MM romance series. While each book can be read as a standalone, in order to get the full experience, they’re best read in order. Enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, hurt comfort, age-gap romance, and so much more. Fall in love with the charming small-town gay romances of Brigs Ferry Bay…***

  BRIGS FERRY BAY SERIES ORDER

  1 - Sheriff’s Secret by K Webster

  2 - Kian’s Focus by Misty Walker

  3 - Callan’s Atlas by K Webster

  4 - Leif’s Serenity by Misty Walker

  Other Brigs Ferry Bay Related Books

  Bossy Mr. Frosty by K Webster

  Adler’s Hart by Misty Walker

  Shift of Morals by K Webster

  WELCOME TO BRIGS FERRY BAY…

  Brigs Ferry Bay is a steamy MM romance series.

  While each book can be read as a standalone, in order to get the full experience, they’re best read in order.

  Enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, hurt comfort, age-gap romance, and so much more.

  Fall in love with the charming small-town gay romances of Brigs Ferry Bay…

  To Misty—my sister from another mister.

  Callan’s Atlas can be read as a standalone. However, to get the entire backstory from when Callan was in high school, you can read Sheriff’s Secret. The events in Sheriff’s Secret are mentioned in Callan’s Atlas but aren’t gone into detail as this is Callan’s story after high school.

  Callan

  They say change is good. For me, change meant becoming the victim of a hate crime, stalking, harassment, and assault. When we moved from New York to Maine, life was supposed to get easier, not harder.

  Change for me was not good.

  It was fucking horrible.

  Now that I’m eighteen, I could move back. That would mean leaving my older siblings, Shelly and Dante. My best friends, Zak and Cormac. Living life alone in nothing but the shadows of a happiness I once knew.

  No, I’m stuck here for good.

  Brigs Ferry Bay’s unhappiest gay.

  People like Cato and Kian practically glow like brightly colored rainbows, shining through the gloom of this godforsaken town.

  And then there’s me.

  Black clothes. Black mood. Black thoughts. Black eyeliner.

  Where I used to dress in colors that represented my state of mind, I’ve traded my colorful T-shirts for black ones with angry messages and obnoxious pictures. I’m always in the darkest of moods these days.

  Because of him.

  Hank Townsend.

  Beloved son of our town’s bank president. Former BFB athlete. Coach and history teacher.

  My abuser and torturer.

  Not even a year ago, I was his student. He should have looked out for me. Instead, he threatened and bullied me. Then, one day, he completely lost his shit. Beat me with a baseball bat. Crushed my skull with it because he wanted to kill me.

  All because I decided to be myself and playfully flirt with the good-looking coach. I thought he’d take my joking with good humor. He didn’t. It enraged him, and I became his target.

  The day he tried to kill me was the day I stopped seeing the world in color and started only seeing it in shades of black.

  Rap. Rap. Rap.

  “Come in,” I grumble, not bothering to open my eyes.

  Heavy footsteps thud my way. Then, my visitor bounces on the bed beside me. As soon as I catch a whiff of his familiar cologne, I let out a breath of relief.

  Zak Bell.

  Best friend and sometimes fuck buddy.

  His palm splays over my stomach. “You okay?”

  “Perfect,” I lie. “What’s up?”

  I can feel his intense stare boring into me, so I give in and open my eyes to look at him. Dark brown eyes peer back at me, his brow dipped with concern. Zak, with his All-American football hero good looks and build, is nice to look at, but when he’s peeling me apart and trying to see inside me, I’d rather not look at him at all.

  “Come on. Let’s meet up with Cormac. Go see a movie or something.”

  “Not feeling it.”

  I’ve barely closed my eyes when Zak thumps me on the nose. “Don’t ignore me, asswipe.”

  “Fuck off.”

  He sighs heavily. “Want me to blow you?”

  Even though my cock stirs, I ignore it. Zak doesn’t just give a blowjob and move on. He insists on kissing, cuddling, and heartfelt talks after. It goes so beyond the friend zone he’s supposed to be in. If I’m not careful, his newly gay ass is going to fall in love with me. And, as much as I love him on a completely platonic level, I’m not in love with him. Not like that.

  I don’t think I’ll ever love anyone.

  I’m broken.

  “We could go to dinner with our brothers,” he suggests when I don’t bite at the blowjob offer. “They’re going to meet up with Brie at Comida’s.”

  “You should go with them.”

  He thumps me on the nose again. This time, I thump him back. His grin is antagonistic. I try to push him away, but since Zak is built like a freight train, he pins me on my bed, his leg settling between mine. The playfulness fades from his face as he drops a kiss to my lips.

  Soft. Warm. Sweet.

  I wish I could feel something for Zak. Burning need or desire. Anything. All I feel is friendly affection.

  He rains worshipful kisses on my lips and chin. When I turn away, he isn’t deterred and trails his lips across my jaw to my neck. I feel his smile before he sucks on the skin there, no doubt leaving a mark on my fair skin.

  “Asshole,” I complain.

  He nips at the skin and then sits up to rip off his T-shirt. It’s no hardship looking at Zak’s naked upper body. My cock is a fan because he’s carved with hard muscles beneath tanned skin. I’m especially appreciative of the V muscles that direct your attention down to his impressive dick. I’ve licked his dark happy trail more times than I can count. Sucked his dick just as many.

  God, why can’t I just love him the way he deserves?

  He shoves my shirt up, exposing my chest that’s toned but in no way near as chiseled as his. The way he kisses my abs, though, you’d think I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on. Guilt wriggles its way down my spine, killing my boner.

  “I always know how to cheer you up,” he says, running his tongue around my belly button. “One of these days, you’ll let me fuck you. I bet that’d make you smile.”

  If I let him fuck me, that’d seal the deal.

  This thing we do will become…more.

  And it has no potential of becoming more because I have no more to give.

  I’m at my end. Empty. Cold. Dead inside.

  Zak deserves so much more than me.

  “You’re not fucking me,” I rumble, running my fingers through his hair because I know he likes it. “But you can suck me off.”

  At least when my dick is down his throat, I forget my shitty life for a few minutes.

/>   He yanks at the button on my black skinny jeans and then unzips them. His grin is wolfish, as it always is when he sees I’m going commando. With jeans this tight, you can’t wear briefs or boxers. Everything sits better without that extra layer.

  “I love your cock,” he croons, nuzzling his nose against my pubes. “I love you.”

  I freeze at his words. It’s not the first time he’s said it. I don’t know why he says it sometimes. As if I might slip up and say it back. We’re best friends. Not whatever he wants us to be.

  “Zak—”

  My words are cut off when he slides his mouth over my dick. The grip I have on his hair tightens, and I buck my hips up. For a few minutes, he has my undivided attention, and I give him my body because that’s all I have to give. His mouth works magic until I come with a harsh gasp. He sucks down my orgasm eagerly. I’m about to return the favor when we hear voices in the other room.

  Fuck.

  “Perfect timing with those two,” Zak complains as he yanks his shirt back on. “Jax is the biggest cockblock on the planet.”

  I smirk at him as I shimmy my jeans back up over my ass. After tucking my wet dick into my jeans, I zip up and jerk my shirt down just as the bedroom door opens. Zak flops down beside me, irritation making his cute face even cuter.

  “You kids hungry?” Jax asks, sauntering in with my brother on his heels. “We’re going to Comida’s. Going to talk about the wedding.”

  I’d rather do anything—literally anything—than talk about the wedding.

  “Meet us there?” Dante says to Jax.

  They share one of those creepy, weighted looks where they have a conversation without speaking. I roll my eyes because I know said conversation is about me. It always is.

  I’m spiraling out of control.

  Most days, I’m empty and brittle. Others, anger controls my mouth and attitude. And on some days, I just want to sleep.

  Since I live with my brother and Jax, he sees my unraveling more than Shelly does. No matter how hard I try to hide it, he sees. He always sees. If it didn’t make my chest hurt, I’d say it reminds me of the way Dad was. But thinking about Dad opens up a new can of worms, and quite frankly, I’m not equipped to deal with that shit right now.