Come Away With Me

by Kristen Proby

And Caleb is completely in his element.

  “Stand back just a bit. I don’t want one of these hot shells to hit you when it comes out of the pistol.”

  “Got it.” I take my place, and when he’s satisfied that I’m safe from getting hit, he turns to the target, raises the gun in both hands, arms extended and muscles completely flexed, and takes his first shot.

  And I’m immediately wet and panting.

  For the love of all that’s holy, this man is pure, unadulterated sex on a fucking stick.

  He squeezes the trigger slowly for a couple of shots, and then empties the magazine quickly, not taking his eyes off the target.

  When he looks back at me, he smiles smugly and pulls his target to him.

  “You okay?” he asks.

  “Fine.” I clear my throat and feel my eyes widen when his target approaches. There is a cluster of small holes in the chest and another in the top of the head. “Nice shot.”

  He shrugs and replaces the target with a fresh one and sends it out. “Your turn.”

  “Maybe you should take another turn,” I mention, trying to keep my voice light. I’m suddenly nervous as hell.

  “Pussy,” he whispers and laughs when I glare at him. He pulls out the empty clip and hands me a new one and the gun. “Load your magazine.”

  I do, clumsily.

  “Relax, baby, you’ll get the hang of it. You just need practice.”

  My heart stutters at baby.

  “Now, face the target. Feel the weapon in your hands, Bryn. It’s heavy. When it fires, it’s going to have a bit of a recoil.”

  “Oh goody,” I murmur.

  “You’ll be fine.”

  I face the target and stare down at the weapon in my hand. How did I get here? How did my life come to this?

  “Raise the gun.”

  I follow his order and stare hard at the target roughly twenty yards from me.

  I squeeze the trigger, and the first shot recoils harder than I expected, making me jump and stumble back a bit.

  “Easy,” Caleb murmurs behind me.

  “I’m fine.” Maybe if I keep saying it, I’ll start to believe it myself.

  He moves up behind me and nudges my feet apart. “Widen your stance for balance.”

  I fire again, and my blood thickens as adrenaline pumps hard and fast through me.

  It doesn’t take a Navy SEAL to figure out how to line up the sights, and I squeeze the trigger again and again, my body taught with aggression that I didn’t even know I’d been holding.

  Shooting is great therapy.

  When the magazine is empty, Caleb wordlessly shows me how to switch it out, and I continue to throw the bullets down the range, clip after clip, until all four are spent.

  I set the heavy gun on the shelf, pull my goggles and ear protection off and step back. I have to lock my knees, because my legs feel like Jell-O and I’m afraid I’ll fall. My arms are humming, I’m panting, and I swear to God, I could run a marathon.

  Suddenly, Caleb steps up behind me and presses the button to bring the target back to us.

  “Take a deep breath,” he whispers against my ear, and I instinctively respond, pulling in a long, deep breath. He presses his chest against my back, his thighs against the backs of my own, and pulls in a breath of his own. “You smell so fucking good.”

  His cock stirs against my backside, through his jeans. He drags his hands up my arms and down my sides to my hips, where he rests them as he runs his nose up the side of my neck.

  With the noise and feel of the gun still in my head, my heart still pounding like crazy, I want him.

  Now.

  “You have no idea how fucking good you feel pressed up against me like this,” he whispers, his voice rough and strained.

  “I think I have an idea,” I respond, surprised to hear the raw need in my own voice. Closing my eyes, I lean my head back on his shoulder and relish the feel of his hands kneading my hips and his face pressed into my neck. My nipples are puckered and straining against my bra, and goose bumps have broken out up and down the length of my body.

  I want him unlike anything or anyone I’ve ever wanted before.

  “Caleb.” His name is a whisper, a prayer.

  “Smell so damn good.”

  “Touch me,” I demand softly.

  His hands still. He kisses my neck softly, takes a long, deep breath, and then backs away.

  I turn in surprise and in full-blown anger.

  “What kind of game are you playing?” I demand.

  “I’m not playing a game.” He crosses his arms over his chest.

  “Caleb.” I just stare at him for a long moment. Thirty seconds ago his hands were on me and he was whispering the sweetest things in my ear.

  Now he’s turned back into the drill sergeant.

  And men say women are confusing.

  Finally, he turns and pulls the target down.

  “I’ll be damned,” he whispers.

  “Let me see.”

  There are a few stray bullet holes around the white part of the target, but in the center of the chest and the top of the head are two good-size holes where my bullets pierced the paper.

  “You’re a natural.”

  I shrug like it’s no big thing, but inside I’m doing a mega happy dance.

  “Not so much a pussy, I guess.”

  Caleb laughs, long and loud, and scoops me up into a long hug.

  “Definitely not a pussy,” he agrees as he pulls away from me.

  “Caleb?” My heart is beating hard, and I’m still pissed at him.

  He’s smiling down at my target, but when his eyes meet mine, he sobers.

  “Yeah.”

  “Don’t fucking touch me like that again unless you plan to finish what you start.”

  His eyes go hard, and his jaw tightens. Before I can turn and walk away, he grabs my wrist and pulls me against him, pinning my arms between our bodies.

  “Let’s get this straight, Brynna. I want you so fucking bad my teeth ache. I’ve wanted you for months. But you’re part of my family, and I’m supposed to be protecting you. Dropping my guard and fucking you into the mattress is not the way to keep any of you whole.”

  I gasp as his words sink in, and I want to beg him to take me home to do exactly that, fuck me into the mattress. But before I can speak, he lowers his forehead to mine and clenches his eyes closed as if in pain.

  “I’m not going to fuck up our friendship, or make things weird for you with my family, just because I can’t keep my damn hands off you. You mean too much for that.”

  I lean into him, wanting to comfort him, but he sighs, lifts his head and plants his lips on my forehead for a long few seconds and then backs away, turns his back on me, and loads the weapon and clips back into his locking gun box.

  “I apologize. I won’t touch you again.”

  Before I can argue or ask him to talk with me about this, he stalks off ahead of me.

  “Let’s go.”

  Chapter Four

  ~Caleb~

  “My name starts with a C and ends in a T. I’m hairy and round and squishy inside. What am I?” Jules doubles over in laughter on the couch across from me before taking another sip of her fruity drink.

  “I need another beer,” I mutter, grab my empty bottle and walk into Luke and Nat’s kitchen, which opens into the great room where we’re playing this stupid game.

  Of course, the girls chose it.

  “A carrot?” Brynna asks in her sexy, low voice and pushes her dark hair behind her ear. Her eyes are a bit glassy from her drinks, and she’s been smiling all evening. Coming here tonight was exactly what she needed, to spend time with friends and have fun.

  But being so close to her is fucking killing me.

  I’ve done a stellar job of keeping my hands off her since the other afternoon at the range. But all I want to do is pull her against me, under me, and lose myself in her for about a month.

  It’s ridiculous.

  I’ve be
en with plenty of women over the years, but none of them had me tied up in knots, especially not before I’d actually fucked them.

  “What kind of carrots have you been eating?” Leo asks Brynna, pointing at her and laughing his ass off.

  “Ew. Yeah, nevermind.” Bryn shakes her head and takes a sip of her drink as I return to the room with my beer, sitting between her and Matt. The whole gang is here at Luke and Nat’s tonight: Jules and Nate, Will and Meg, Sam and Leo, and Matt. Even Isaac and Stace are here tonight. Luke’s brother Mark also showed up.

  The girls are freaking hilarious, and I pray with all my heart and soul that they don’t start their orgasm talk bullshit.

  If I have to sit here and listen to Bryn talk about getting off, I’ll lose my fucking mind.

  “This is so fucking funny.” Jules laughs.

  “I know what it is,” Will murmurs and grins down at Meg and runs his hand down her back to her hip. “Although yours isn’t hairy.”

  Fuck me. I wonder if Bryn’s is hairy.

  “Yuck. Stop it,” Sam scolds him with a scowl.

  “What?” Will asks.

  “For the love of all that’s holy, Nat, stop fraternizing with the enemy!” Jules exclaims.

  As per their usual, Luke and Nat are making out.

  The man can’t stop kissing the shit out of that woman. And now they have a second baby on the way.

  I couldn’t be happier for her. She deserves every happiness in the world. Luke is awesome to her.

  “I’m married to him, Jules. He’s hardly the enemy.”

  “Tonight he is. Girls against guys. Get your sexy ass over here with me.” Jules scoots to the side, making room for Nat to join her.

  “Are you going to kiss me?” Nat asks.

  “After one more drink, yes.”

  “Definitely go over there with her,” Nate quickly jumps in.

  I scowl over at him.

  Maybe McKenna has to die after all. Jules will get over it. Eventually.

  Probably.

  “Uh, they’re our sisters, man,” Matt reminds him with a frown.

  “They’re not my sisters,” Nate responds.

  I growl in my throat, ready to choke the fuck out of him with my bare hands.

  “It’s a coconut, you nasty people!” Jules yells and passes the cards down to Samantha.

  I tune out the next question, aware of Brynna’s thigh pressed against mine, how her hair smells, how her giggle makes my stomach clench in awareness.

  If I keep this up, I’ll have to have Matt stay with her. I’m of no use to her if all I can think about is getting in her pants.

  “You are all oversexed,” Samantha announces.

  “Not all of us.” Brynna pouts and scowls up at me.

  Matt’s head whips around, and his eyes narrow on me.

  Fuck.

  “Don’t start,” I warn her, my voice low and hard. She crosses her arms over her black sweater, pulling it tight over her breasts, and my cock stirs.

  She’s wearing a gray skirt that flows to her knees and midcalf black fuck-me boots.

  “What is it, Sam?” Nat asks.

  “It’s gum.”

  “Oh! Here’s one!” Will pulls his card from the Dirty Minds game box and laughs. “You stick your poles inside me, you tie me down to get me up and I get wet before you do.”

  I’m going to kill all of them.

  “I like the tie-me-down talk, you know,” Sam reminds us all, referring to her loud and explicit description of her sexual preferences after Jules’ bachelorette party.

  I didn’t think I would survive that damn ride home.

  Matt chokes on his beer as the others laugh at her. Leo stares down at her, dumbfounded.

  “Seriously.”

  “Sure.” Sam shrugs.

  “It’s a tent, people!” Will passes the box along.

  “I haven’t been wet in a while,” Brynna announces.

  Correction: I’m just going to kill her.

  “How many drinks have you had?” Sam asks her.

  “Too many,” I respond for her. “Excuse us, we need to talk.” I grip her arm in my hand and lead her out of the room, down the hallway that runs past the kitchen to Luke’s office and slam the door behind us.

  “What the fuck are you trying to do?” I ask her angrily, caging her in at the door. My palms are flat against the wood at either side of her head, and in the heels of her hot-as-hell boots, she’s almost my height.

  And fuck if that doesn’t also just turn me the hell on.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she responds, meeting my gaze head-on.

  “Bullshit.” I can’t help it. God help me, but I can’t help but touch her. I lean in and rub my nose against hers, enjoying the way her eyes flutter closed.

  “What do you want from me?” I whisper as my hands sink into her soft hair.

  “I don’t want anything from you,” she answers and opens her eyes, pinning me in her chocolate-brown gaze. “That’s just it, Caleb. I just want you.”

  I pull my lips up and down the soft skin of her throat. Damn, she smells so fucking good. I grip her shoulders in my hands with a growl and spin us around, push her to a leather chaise lounge sitting in the corner and guide her down on it, sinking to my knees before her.

  “What are you doing?” she asks with wide eyes.

  “How long has it been, sweetheart?” I ask her.

  “How long has what been?” She shakes her head and frowns, as though she’s trying to clear her fuzzy head.

  “How long has it been since someone made you come?”

  She stills, her hands gripped on to my shoulders, knees spread so I can kneel between them, and watches me carefully.

  “Why?” she finally whispers.

  “I thought this is what you wanted,” I respond and raise up on my knees so our faces are level. I grip her hips in my hands and pull her closer to the edge of the seat. “I can smell how turned on you are.”

  Her mouth opens and closes twice, and her gaze falls to my lips. She licks her own plump, gorgeous lips, and all rational thought goes right out the damn window.

  I press my mouth to hers, and she wraps her arms around my neck, and I’m lost to her.

  I need her.

  I need to know what she feels like when she comes.

  I kiss my way down her neck to her collarbone, nuzzle her breasts, and push her skirt up to her hips.

  “Caleb.”

  She sinks her fingers into my short hair and pulls.

  “Lay back.”

  “No. I want to watch.”

  Jesus, she’s going to fucking kill me.

  “Whatever you want, sweetheart.” She’s wearing small, lacy panties that are no match for me. I quickly rip them and toss them over my shoulder and spread her wide, gazing down at her in awe.

  She’s so damn beautiful.

  “You shave,” I murmur, surprised, and lean in to plant a soft kiss over the smooth skin of her pubis.

  I can’t fucking wait to taste her.

  “Mmm,” she murmurs.

  “God, you’re so turned on.” I push a finger over her clit and down her lips, and they are immediately soaked.

  “You turn me on, sailor,” she responds with a smile, her voice breathy as she pants.

  She grips my wrist in her hand and pulls the finger dripping in her own juices into her mouth and sucks.

  Hard.

  And, fuck me, I lose it.

  I groan and bury my face in her pussy, licking and sucking on her small, tight lips, pushing my tongue inside her and swirling around, lapping up every drop of her sweet juices that I can.

  “You have the sweetest little cunt,” I whisper and move up to pull her clit between my lips, pushing the tip of my tongue against it quickly, and plunge two fingers into her tight pussy.

  My cock strains against my jeans, begging to sink inside her, but I have to make this quick.

  The others will miss us.

  And t
here is nothing more beautiful to me than watching Brynna come undone right now. She props those amazing legs on my shoulders, and I can feel the muscles tense around my ears as the force of her orgasm builds.

  She bites her lip to keep from crying out, and her muscles spasm, clenching my fingers like a vice, and she pushes her pelvis against me as the orgasm consumes her.

  As she settles, I pull my fingers out of her and lick them clean, watching her carefully as she pants and pushes her hair back from her flushed face.

  She smiles dreamily, grips my face in her hands and pulls me up to kiss me deeply, pushing her tongue in my mouth, the taste of her on me not bothering her in the least.

  “We have to get back,” I whisper and draw away.

  “But you…”

  “I’m fine, sweetheart.” I grin down at her and kiss her forehead.

  “Later.”

  “No. There won’t be a later.” I stand and back away, giving her space to stand and set her clothes right.

  “I told you before,” she reminds me, her eyes bright with anger.

  I move in and hold her chin between my finger and thumb. “I finished it. You came. End of story.”

  “You are so fucking infuriating!” she shrieks. I didn’t know Brynna was capable of shrieking.

  “Back at you, sweetheart. Let’s go.”

  “I might kill you in your sleep,” she threatens with a deep scowl as she pushes past me out the door of the office toward the laughter in the living room.

  “It’s a good thing I don’t sleep,” I mutter.

  “I was expecting more than a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am.” She smirks over her shoulder, and that’s all I can take.

  I whirl her around and press her against the wall, pinning her hands above her head, and devour her mouth, kissing and lapping, biting and pulling at her hungrily. She moans softly and rotates her hips against me, begging for more.

  “Love the way I taste on you,” she whispers.

  It’s enough to make me almost come in my pants like a horny teenager.

  She’s so fucking sexy.

  I pull away and release her hands, and she lowers them shakily to her mouth, watching me.

  I swallow hard and run my hand over my mouth, and I can still smell her on me.

  Fuck, it’s going to be a long night.

  “Let’s go.”

  “I wanna see it!” Stacy is bouncing in her seat, clapping her hands.