Me and her.
Together.
Alone.
Best feeling ever.
I feel her tongue brush against mine, and I welcome it.
I could literally die in this moment and be happy.
She lets out a moan into my mouth, and it’s like a switch goes off inside of me. I deepen the kiss and her legs link behind me.
Everything I’ve ever wanted is currently wrapped around me, and I don’t plan on wasting a second of it.
I stand up, keeping us locked together as I move for the stairs and head to my bedroom. I’m not planning on taking this further, I just don’t want Sullivan to walk in and ruin the fucking moment. We’ve had enough moments ruined, and this will not be one of them.
I enter my bedroom and kick the door closed before moving to the bed and lying her down gently, making sure my weight doesn’t crush her, but she clearly has other ideas as she pulls me against her and tightens her hold. Things go from soft and gentle to a little more wild. Her fingers tug my hair harder, her lips push against mine with more force, and her legs squeeze around me as if she is frightened to unlock them and let me go.
I take it all from her, everything she has got to give, I want. Everything she needs me to be, I am.
I can feel her moving beneath me, as if she is trying to reposition herself, so I ease off, move my lips away from hers, only for her place her hands at the back of my head and put my lips back on hers. She then, somehow, pushes me to my side before moving me onto my back so she can straddle me.
She’s taking control, and I have no plan to stop her.
We go at her pace. I’m just the lucky bastard that gets to experience this with her.
Her hips gyrate against me, making me grow harder and harder by the second.
I don’t know how far she wants this to go, but I get a pretty good idea when she breaks her lips away from mine and sits up, her eyes flashing with emotion. Her lips are slightly swollen from our kisses, her cheeks are flushed, and I can see her nipples are peaked beneath her top.
“I want you, Cal,” she says breathlessly.
“You’re sure?” I have to be certain that this isn’t a fleeting moment where her emotions have gotten the better of her. I can’t go further and then go back. Once we cross that line, that’s it for me. I won’t be able to turn my feelings off ever again.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” she says, her eyes blazing.
“Lucy, once we do this, there’s no going back.” Fuck, please don’t ask me to go back.
“I don’t want to go back.”
“Me neither.”
“It may seem rushed, and you may think that this is just my emotions all over the place, but it’s not. I’ve always wanted you, Cal, I was just too scared to ever admit it. But I’m done being scared, to hell with what we should and shouldn’t do. I. Want. You.”
“Fuck,” I say before I lift myself up and smash my lips against hers, letting my fingers entwine with her long, luscious hair. She groans, and I move from her lips to her neck, trailing kisses, wanting to eradicate every part of the asshole that hurt her and replace his marks with my own. Except my marks won’t be visible, they will just be there in the form of my skin touching hers, masking the pain that she once endured, showing her how she should be loved, helping her see what a healthy relationship is, restoring her faith in having a happy ever after.
She holds the back of my head as I move down to her breasts, trailing along the top of her bra through her top.
“Cal,” she whispers as I remove her top, throwing it to one side, getting my first look at her naked skin.
Her hands move behind her, and she takes her bra off, letting it fall down her arms before throwing it to the side.
“Beautiful,” I say as I take in her naked form. Her perfect breasts are level with my eyes, her creamy skin making me itch to touch her, caress her, make her mine. Her slight blush makes her look even more gorgeous than she already does.
This woman. God, she takes my breath away.
Her hands move to my top and she latches her fingers on the bottom and slowly moves the material up until it’s over my head and discarded along with her clothes. She traces my abs with her fingers and runs them over my broad shoulders whilst letting out a shuddering breath.
“Come here,” I say, and she leans down, finding my lips again whilst my hands fondle her breasts.
I take my time, committing every part of this to my memory, every feel of her beneath my hands embedding itself in my mind. I feel goose-bumps erupt over her skin when my hands move down and undo her trousers. She lifts herself up slightly, allowing me to pull them down her legs. Clearly impatient, she jumps off of me and finishes removing her clothes, along with her knickers.
“Jesus,” I breath as she stands before me, bare and looking like a goddamn goddess.
“Your turn,” she says with a blush, and I waste no time in springing into action. If she wants me naked, then I’m not about to make her wait.
Once I’ve rid myself of my clothes, we stand and stare at each other for a moment. Years of wanting, waiting, and it’s all come to this.
Just us.
Laid bare.
Stripped down.
No barriers.
I move towards her, slowly, savouring every second.
She licks her lips, I smile, and then we’re touching, skin on skin, heat on heat, and we’re about to ignite a passion that has been simmering for what feels like forever.
I turn and walk her back to the bed until I’m lying her back down, settling between her legs and ready to take our relationship to the next level.
Her fingers run up and down my back, my hands are fisted gently in her hair, and my cock is nudging at her entrance.
“Make love to me, Cal,” she whispers against my lips.
“I just need to grab a condom,” I say, totally breaking the mood for a second. I reach for my bedside draw and pull one out, quickly sheathing and slamming the draw shut.
“This is it, isn’t it?” she says, her bottom lip between her teeth. “This is going to make everything different.”
I nod at her, because I’ve already said that I can’t go back and turn all of this off. She’s flipped the switch, and I want to keep it on.
“I don’t want to lose you, Cal,” she says as I lay over her and place my forehead against hers.
“You’ll never lose me,” I say with every bit of determination that I can muster. “I know neither of us expected this to happen tonight, but we’re here, and I won’t ever let you go, Lucy. I will treat you like the queen that you are, because you deserve nothing less. I will love you, worship you, and let you live. I won’t ever control you because you have it all. You’ve got me, babe, you always have done.”
“I want us to be equal, in everything,” she says.
“And we will be. What I’m trying to say is, you’ve always had my heart, Lucy. I should have been honest with you years ago, but I was too scared of pushing you away or making you feel uncomfortable. It’s you and me, baby,” I whisper, hoping I’m saying the right words to convey how I feel.
“It’s always been us, we’ve just been too scared to do anything,” she says, and I hum in agreement.
“Not anymore. We bury all of that shit tonight, because this is our beginning.”
“Our beginning,” she says, tears shining in her eyes and a smile on her face.
I know this might be too soon, but fuck it, in for a penny, in for a pound. “I love you, Lucy Fields. I have done since the moment I laid eyes on you, and I’ve never stopped.”
Her breath catches and my dick nudges against her entrance.
“I love you too, Cal,” she whispers, and I push inside of her, slowly, until I am buried to the hilt. She moans, I groan, and then I move, in and out, slowly, gently, letting us feel every single emotion.
I kiss her as she rocks against me.
I grunt as she tightens around me.
I ru
b her clit, moving my thumb in small circles as she writhes beneath me.
I suck her nipples, she arches her back.
I move a little bit faster when I hear her breathing change.
“Oh God,” she says as she wraps her legs around me, her feet digging into my ass, urging me to go deeper.
I move my thumb faster, I kiss her harder, and I feel her walls around me clench before she moans into my mouth as she finds her release and I follow a few seconds later.
I work us down, moving slower, my thumb coming to a stop as Lucy trembles beneath me. Her legs spasm, her mouth parts, and she whispers exactly what I was thinking.
“Wow.”
Wow. That was incredible, best sex of my life and we’ve only just begun.
I place kisses on her cheeks, her nose and her mouth before climbing off of her, discarding the condom and crawling back over her. I move us, so we end up beneath the quilt, and I pull her against me, holding her close, never wanting to let her go.
She has her head on my chest, her fingers tracing my abs.
This moment, right here, is perfect.
It doesn’t matter what has gone on before, because right now it’s just us.
We were meant to be, I firmly believe that, it just took us a little while to get here.
She is everything.
And she always will be.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Dreams do come true
Lucy
It doesn’t seem real, but it is.
It doesn’t feel like I deserve this, but I do.
I’m meant to be recovering from what I have been through, and to a certain extent, I’m still doing that, but I don’t see why I should stop moving on with my life.
I’m led in Cal’s arms, and nothing has ever felt so right.
I trust Cal completely. This isn’t some new guy that I’ve fallen into bed with. This is my life-long friend, my best friend, someone who has always had my back. Cal has never hurt me, and I don’t believe that he ever would.
Cal hasn’t preyed on me, he hasn’t used my vulnerability for his gain. He’s opened up to me, trusted me with his feelings, and in turn, I have done the same to him. I’ve dreamed of this moment since I was twelve years old. I’ve pictured it, thought about it, and kept it as a figment of my imagination. But not anymore. It’s real, we’re here, and it was so much better than I ever thought it would be.
Our connection has helped make this moment special.
Our bond has ensured that our feelings run deep.
Our mutual love has made us want to fight for our chance.
Cal lightly runs his fingers up and down my side as we lie in contended silence, the aftereffects of our orgasms running through us.
“You okay?” I hear Cal say, and I lift my head from his chest, turning so that I can look at him. Led on my front, I stare into his gorgeous royal-blue eyes, and I want to kick myself for how much time we wasted.
“I’m good,” I reply with a smile, completely lost to anything but Cal. “I’ve never felt like this,” I confess, biting my bottom lip.
“What do you mean?”
“Like everything has finally slotted into place. I mean, I shouldn’t be feeling this happy at this point in my life, should I? I shouldn’t be feeling like nothing else matters,” I admit.
“Hey, as long as happiness is all that you feel, then that is all that matters,” Cal says, his thumb coming up to run along my jawline. “I’ve been an utter fool for not telling you how I felt sooner. If I’d have done that, then all of your heartbreak might have been avoided. I will forever regret not being honest sooner.”
“You don’t need to apologise, Cal, I was just as much to blame for keeping quiet about how I felt. And if therapy is teaching me anything, then it’s that we shouldn’t feel like we have to conform to some sort of time-line. I’m finally free to make my own choices, and I choose you, Cal. I’ll always choose you.”
“You’ll always be free with me,” he says, and my heart swells with even more love for him.
“I know,” I whisper before I place a kiss on his lips and return my head to his chest.
I’m free.
Free to do what I want.
And all I want is Cal.
Now that my heart has opened up to him, I feel like nothing can get in our way.
I’ve waited my whole life to tell him, and now that I have, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let him go.
I love him.
Always have.
He’s my soulmate.
My truth.
My dream come true.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Contented bliss
Cal
Waking up alone, I panicked.
Charging down the stairs, I panicked.
Walking into my kitchen, I relaxed.
There she is, stood over the cooker, frying pancakes and wearing my shirt with the radio playing quietly in the background.
I lick my lips at the sight of her, in my home, cooking breakfast, and looking more delicious than the food. Leaning against the doorframe, I watch with a smile on my face as she hums along to the music, looking peaceful and content.
I’ve not seen her this relaxed for a long time, and it’s the best sight in the world.
She shakes her hips from side to side as she places a pancake on the stack that is already on a plate to the side of her, and her hips moving have me walking towards her. She hasn’t noticed me yet, but it doesn’t take me long to wrap my arms around her from behind. For a brief second, I think that I have made a mistake in not announcing that I was here, the last thing I want to do is scare her, but her body relaxes back against mine, putting me at ease.
I move my head down and place my lips beside her ear. “Good morning,” I say quietly before nuzzling against her, planting a light kiss on the side of her neck.
Her head tilts to the side and her hand comes up to the back of my head. “Good morning, handsome,” she purrs before I move my lips against hers and taste her, tightening my arms a little more, needing to feel her as close to me as possible.
“I hope you’re hungry,” she whispers against my lips, ending the kiss too soon.
I let out a groan at the loss of her mouth on mine. “Starving,” I say with my eyes blazing so she doesn’t miss my hidden meaning.
She lets out a soft chuckle and it wakes my dick up. Christ, this woman.
Turning herself round in my arms, she lightly pushes against my chest and wiggles out of my embrace, grabbing the plate of pancakes and carrying them over to the table before sitting down and gesturing for me to sit opposite her.
I take the few strides and pull the chair out, sitting down and feasting my eyes on the array of food before me. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, blueberries, raspberries, toast and syrup, along with a hot pot of coffee.
“I wanted to do something special,” she says with a slight shrug of her shoulders and a blush covering her cheeks.
I move my hand across the table and place it on top of hers before I quickly stand and lean over, placing a light kiss on her lips. “Thank you,” is all I say, and it earns me the cutest grin I’ve ever seen in my life.
“You’re welcome,” she whispers before adding, “Now sit before it all gets too cold to eat.”
“Yes ma’am,” I say playfully, earning another one of those chuckles that I love hearing.
We both sit in silence for a few whilst we fill our plates and start to eat, until Lucy breaks the silence.
“I shouldn’t be this happy,” she says quietly, and fuck if the look on her face doesn’t feel like a sucker-punch to the stomach. “I know what you said to me last night, but I can’t help feeling like something is going to go wrong. I mean, I’m so used to things going wrong and being hurt that I’m almost waiting for the ball to drop.
“And I know that I just came out of the most toxic relationship of my life, but I can’t fight wanting to be with you, Cal, and I need you to know that this isn’t just a r
eaction to me being free of Michael, this is a reaction to years of hiding my love for you.
“People will think that this is fast and that I am on the rebound, but I’m not, I know that this is in no way a rebound. But I guess… I guess I just worry…” Her voice trails off and I put my fork down, move off of my seat and go to sit beside her.
“Lucy, I know that this is the real deal, and I know that you still have a lot of stuff to work through, but I couldn’t give a fuck what other people think. I know that you love me, and I know that our love goes so much deeper than anything else we’ve ever experienced. We haven’t just jumped into this head first, we’ve been best friends for years and we trust each other implicitly.”
I take her face in my hands, cupping her cheeks, connecting my blue eyes with hers. “You deserve to be happy, and I hope that will always be with me. Don’t overthink it, just be in the moment with me and the rest will come.”
She nibbles on her bottom lip for a second before she smiles and says the words that I will never tire of hearing. “I love you, Cal.”
“I love you too,” I say as I place my forehead against hers. “It’s us forever, baby.”
“Forever,” she whispers before a grunt from behind me has us moving apart.
“Good morning,” Sullivan says as he strides into the kitchen and grabs a mug from the cupboard.
“Morning,” Lucy replies before she turns back to her breakfast.
I nod my head at him and pick up my mug of coffee.
“So, you two finally gave in then?” Sullivan says as he sits in the seat that I occupied not too long ago and starts to eat my breakfast.
“None of your business, Sul,” I say, giving him a stern look.
“Hey, I’m not judging, man, it’s good to see you both so happy,” he says as he shovels some pancake into his mouth.
I feel Lucy’s hand link with mine, our fingers entwining as she squeezes gently, and when I look at her, her words have me grinning like the cat that got the cream.
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