by R. R. Banks
He's here. In Sheridan Falls. And he didn't even call me. Didn't even try to give me the answers or explanations that he owes me. Tears fill my eyes, and all the hurt about the way he vanished, dropped out of my life, all those years ago comes rushing back to the surface again like a horde of malevolent spirits bent upon my mental and emotional destruction.
I crawl into bed and turn off the light, enjoying the peace and quiet – not to mention the knowledge that I'm free from James. Free from his mundane, rigid routines. Yet, even though on some levels, I'm celebrating the end of my relationship, I'm mourning the loss of my relationship from all those years ago.
It almost doesn't seem fair. It certainly doesn't seem right.
Chapter Eighteen
Caleb
I'm still feeling a little rattled by running into Abby on the street like that. Maybe, I should have anticipated it. Planned for it. But honestly, I didn't think running into her in a town as large as Sheridan Falls had become, was even really a remote possibility. Which was obviously, more than stupid on my part. Clearly, I'd let myself get so caught up in the nostalgia of the place and the unexpected wave of good vibes, I'd let my guard down. Big time.
Honestly, the only thing on my mind was having a few drinks, a few laughs, and maybe snagging a piece of ass for the night. And as I looked at Jessica – at the gorgeous woman she'd become – at least I could say, “Mission Accomplished” on that bit of it.
Jessica sidles up to me, pressing her firm body against mine, and clasps her hands behind my neck. She looks into my eyes and gives me a lascivious little smile.
“You okay?” she asks.
“Yeah, I'm good,” I say.
Compartmentalize. Focus on what's in front of you and everything else – shove it off to the side to deal with later. Focus on the task at hand – and only the task at hand – Marine.
My inner dialogue is working hard again, trying to get my mind sharp. That inner dialogue is the voice of my instincts and it had seemingly fallen silent once I stepped back into Sheridan Falls. And for some reason, I hadn't even noticed. Not until now, anyway.
Losing my instincts is a dangerous thing. Makes me sloppy, unprepared. More likely to get caught flat-footed and with my goddamn pants down around my ankles. Which is exactly what had just happened out there. In combat, that shit would have gotten me killed a hundred times over.
Thankfully, the streets of Sheridan Falls aren't a battlefield. And the only dangerous thing out there is a scorned ex-girlfriend. Though – I know her dad taught her how to shoot, which kind of, sort of makes her dangerous if she's of a mind to take my head off.
Jessica looks at me, giving me an inscrutable expression. “You sure?” she asks. “I mean, if you're trippin' out about Abby, we don't have to –”
I cut her off with a long, deep kiss. Our tongues swirl together and I feel her melt against me. Her firm tits and tight little body feel terrific pressed to my body. I run my hands through her hair and down her back as we kiss and she lets out soft moans of pleasure.
She claws at my back as I pulled her to me even tighter, letting her feel my hard cock pressing against her belly. She slides her hand down and starts to stroke me through my jeans. I make a low moan of approval and she squeezes me harder.
Picking her up, I set her down on the desk that sat against the wall across from the bed. I lean in and kiss her again, running my hands up under her skirt and up her thighs. Her breath catches in her throat as my fingertips graze the warm, wet center of her beneath her panties.
Pushing them aside, I slip a finger into her, sliding it as deep as I can possibly go. Jessica moans and bites her bottom lip as I start working my finger in and out of her. A second finger joins the first and I start banging her a little harder and a little faster.
Jessica digs her nails into my shoulders and grinds herself against my hand, forcing my fingers deeper into her.
“Caleb,” she gasps. “Oh yes, baby.”
She's stroking me through my jeans, grasping and squeezing at my hard cock as I work my fingers in and out of her. She's dripping wet and her breathing is already growing ragged. Seems like it's been a little while since she's seen any action.
She kisses me hard and I feel her body tensing up. A moment later, she throws her head back and moans loudly as an orgasm tears through her. With my fingers still inside of her, Jessica is trembling, lost in the waves of pleasure that are washing over her.
She catches her breath a moment later and looks me in the eye, biting her bottom lip, a mischievous look on her face. She climbs down off of the desk and drops to her knees in front of me. As she works at my belt, she looks up at me and smiles.
“Back in the day, I would have given anything to do this for you,” she purrs.
“Back in the day, I would have given anything for you to do it,” I laugh.
“Well, I'm glad we can finally make this happen then.”
She leans forward and traces the tip of her tongue around the head of my cock. I moan as she slides it down one side of my shaft and then back up the other. Her hand is wrapped tight around me and she's squeezing me hard. It feels good – better than good – as she starts to stroke me up and down.
I moan as she leans forward again and takes the head of my cock into her mouth, licking and sucking at the same time she's stroking me. Jessica removes her hand and takes the entire length of me into her mouth. I groan and run my hands through her hair as she starts moving her head up and down, harder and faster, cupping and squeezing my balls at the same time.
God, she's fucking good at this. The way she's using her mouth and hands is driving me absolutely insane. Not wanting her to get me off too quickly, I step back and pull her to her feet. I give her a long, fiery kiss and then push her down on the bed. I drop to my knees and pull her to the edge, putting her legs up over my shoulders.
“You naughty boy, you,” she purrs.
“You have no idea.”
I lean forward and bury my face deep between her thighs. I run the tip of my tongue along her lips, making her shudder. Then I tease her clit with my tongue, licking and sucking gently. Her breath catches in her throat and she winds her fingers in my hair, groaning as I slide my tongue deep inside of her.
I relish the taste of her, love the feeling of her juices upon my lips. I lick the warm, wet center of her harder and faster, drawing moans and groans of pleasure from her.
“Jesus, Caleb,” she cries. “Don't stop. Please, don't stop.”
I hadn't planned on stopping anyway. I take her clit into my mouth, sucking on it nice and hard at the same time I slipped two fingers back inside of her. I move my fingers in and out, slamming them nice and hard as I suck on her. Jessica cries out, calling my name as she grabs the back of my head and pushes me down onto her harder.
Jessica's body locks up for a moment and she sucks in her breath. A second later though, she explodes, crying out, her body shaking and trembling as another orgasm shakes her. This one seemingly stronger than the one before.
“Christ, Caleb,” she says through ragged breaths. “That was amazing.”
I give her a smile and push her up onto the bed. As I climb on top of her, Jessica wraps her legs around my waist. I lean down and kiss her hard. I kiss her neck as I unbutton her shirt. She sits up and practically rips it off of her, unhooking her bra and flinging to the side as I pull my shirt up over my head and toss it to the floor.
My need is too great and it's burning bright, so I don't bother with her skirt. I simply push it up around her waist as I lay her back down. She wraps her legs around me again as I drive my cock deep into her. Jessica gasps as I fill her up, her eyes growing a little wider. A moment later though, as our bodies adjust to each other, she gives me a salacious little smile.
“Fuck me, baby,” she purrs. “Give it to me, Caleb.”
Needing no further invitation, I start to pump my hips, sheathing myself deep inside of her hard and fast. She rake
s her nails down my back, making me grimace and suck in a breath. Jessica just smiles at me.
“A little bit of pain makes the pleasure that much sweeter, doesn't it?” she coos.
I've never really been one for pain personally, but hey, whatever floats her boat. I grab her hands and pin them down above her head as I settle into a nice, steady rhythm. She bites her bottom lip and groans, her eyes rolling back as I drive myself into her hard and fast.
“You feel so good, baby,” she moans. “We should have done this years ago.”
My rhythm falters slightly, but I manage to cover it up and go on. Years ago, I was with Abby – and most definitely not balls deep inside of Jessica. Nor would I have been. But she makes me think of Abby again – and of seeing her face outside of the Wagon.
Honestly, it's all I can do to keep going – I can feel my cock starting to grow a bit soft as I lose a little steam. When I look down at Jessica, I see Abby's face – and not the face I'd fallen in love with all those years ago – the tear streaked face with the expression of pure hurt upon it.
I squeeze my eyes shut and grit my teeth, willing the images away. Abby was not my problem. Not anymore. I didn't owe her anymore than I owed anybody else. We'd had our time and that time had passed. Yeah, the way I vanished was pretty fucked up, but I was a kid. And I needed to get out of Sheridan Falls. If Abby loved me the way she said she did, she would have understood that.
“You okay, baby?”
I shake my head and look down at Jessica, who is looking back at me with an inscrutable expression on her face. Without realizing it, I'd let go of her hands and had stopped moving entirely. She looks at me as if she's not sure what's going on. To tell the truth, I have no idea what's going on. I clear my throat.
“Yeah, sorry,” I say. “I just – I don't know. Just sort of got distracted, I guess.”
“Should we stop?” she asks. “I mean, if you're –”
I shake my head again. “No, of course not. I'm having fun.”
A slow smile spreads across her face. “Good. Me too.”
She puts her hands on my chest and pushes me upward. She guides me so that I'm laying on my back, staring up at her. I reach up and cup her full breasts, running my thumbs around her stiff nipples. She shudders as I give them a light pinch and then smiles.
Jessica reaches down and takes my cock into her hand. She gives it a rough squeeze and strokes me nice and firmly. With her hand on my cock and a look of pure hunger in her eye, she manages to drive all other thought out of my head.
She gets me nice and hard again and then straddles me, guiding my stiff prick to the wet center of her. Jessica gasps as she puts me inside of her, sliding down my shaft inch by inch. I slide my hands up under her skirt, squeezing her ass as she slowly begins to rock her hips, sliding up and down on my cock.
Jessica looks down at me and plants her hands on my chest for leverage. Then she begins to move again. Harder and faster, slamming herself up and down on my cock. She's tight and feels incredible. I sit up slightly and take her nipple into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on it as I cup her tit with my other hand.
She puts her hands on my chest again and pushes me down roughly, a devious little smile playing upon her lips. Jessica is grinding on me, slamming herself up and down on my prick hard and fast. I lean my head back on the pillows, awash in the sensation of her.
“Fucking Christ, Jessica,” I moan.
I can feel the pressure inside of me building up, feel my balls growing tighter as she continues to fuck me. I know I'm not going to last very much longer. She reaches down behind her and gives my balls a little squeeze, smiling at me as if she knows.
Jessica quickens her pace even more, her bouncing up and down on me becoming almost violent. But damn, is it hot.
Like a wave rising up as it approaches the shore, I can feel it coming. The pressure is growing and my body starts to tense up. I grit my teeth, trying to hold back, not quite ready for this to end just yet. Jessica rakes her nails down my chest, that mixture of pleasure and pain shooting through my body again.
Her breathing is ragged, but she's smiling. “Let go, baby,” she says. “Come for me. I want to feel you explode inside of me.”
I try to hold back, but it's no use. As she drives herself down one last time, I feel my body shudder and a moment later, I blow my load deep inside of her. I cry out and dig my fingers into her ass as I fill her with my seed.
She collapses on top of me and we lay there, our bodies intertwined for several long moments as we catch our breath. Jessica finally rolls over and props her head up on her hand, staring at me without speaking for several long minutes.
“That was incredible,” she finally says.
I nod. “Yeah, it really was.”
“And to think, we waited all these years to do this,” she grins at me.
I shrug. “Bad timing all the way around, I guess.”
“Yeah. I guess,” she replies. “How long you in town for?”
I feel a jolt of nervous energy shoot through me. The last thing I want is for her to think that maybe I'm going to stick around. I have no intention of doing that. As soon as I can manage it without looking like a complete douchebag, I'm putting Sheridan Falls in my rearview once more. The last thing I want or need is for Jessica to think that maybe this is the beginning of something. That moment passed and that ship sailed a long time ago. Yeah, she's fun as hell in the sack, but I'm not looking for anything. Maybe, I should have made that clear up front.
“Look,” I say, “I don't want to come off sounding like a total asshole or anything –”
She laughs. “Usually, when somebody says that, it's because they're about to say something that makes them sound like a total asshole.”
I give her a grin and a shrug, not sure what to say to that. Jessica smiles and shakes her head as she climbs out of bed. She looks around and picks up her shirt, slipping it on.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
She gives me a small grin. “Going home.”
“You don't have to go home, Jess,” I say. “You can –”
“Look, no offense, Caleb,” she says. “You're a great guy, but I'm not really looking for something serious right now. Just got out of a relationship, blah, blah, blah. Know what I mean? No need to make this all weird or anything.”
Not sure what to say, I just nod. Jessica finds her panties on the floor and slips them on, hiking up her skirt as she slips them around her waist and then letting it fall again, smoothing it out with her hands.
“Anyway, I was hoping that maybe, you know, we could get together and do this again before you left town,” she says. “I'm assuming you're leaving town anyway, right?”
I scratch my beard and nod. “Yeah, I'm not planning on sticking around long.”
“Cool,” she says and flashes me a smile. “Then let's talk about getting together for drinks and a little more of this before you go.”
She digs into her purse and takes out a business card, dropping it on the nightstand next to the bed. Then, she leans down and gives me a quick kiss on the lips before standing up and heading for the door.
“That's my number. Give me a ring,” she says and then turns back to me. “Oh, and thanks for tonight. I had a great time.”
“Yeah, me too.”
She opens the door and leaves, the door closing quietly behind her. I stare at it and then fall back onto my back, staring up at the ceiling and laughing to myself.
I just got used. Now, I know how some of those girls I hook up with and bail on must feel.
As I lay alone in my room, the quiet suddenly seems oppressive. I'm alone with nothing but the thoughts in my head – and those thoughts inevitably turn to Abby. Seeing her out on the street like that rattled me. More than I was comfortable admitting. Even to myself.
I didn't expect her to be in Sheridan Falls – I was under the impression that she was still in New York. Seeing her again after
all this time – it brought up a lot of memories. A lot of feelings. And I wasn't really equipped to handle either at the moment.
I get out of bed and head into the bathroom. I'm going to take the hottest shower I can stand and try to push all of these thoughts out of my head. I need to get my head on straight and figure out what my next course of action is going to be.
Chapter Nineteen
Abby
The day of Rick's funeral is cold and gloomy. It seems rather appropriate, actually. I had serious reservations about going, but ultimately decided that even though we weren't the best of friends, I still owed it to Rick to pay my respects.
But the instant Caleb walks by with the other pallbearers, carrying Rick's casket, I regret that decision. Just the sight of him sends wave after wave of emotion washing over me. They're strong and powerful and threaten to pull me under. It's as if all those years of therapy and all the work I've done to get over and move past goddamn Caleb Tirico, are suddenly wiped away.
Once again, I feel like I'm a wreck. That same quivering puddle of goo I was when he disappeared from my life.
Brooke takes my hand and gives it a gentle squeeze, as if she could intuit my thoughts. Maybe she can. She's my sister after all, and knows me better than anybody.
“You okay?” she whispers to me.
I give her a tight smile and a small nod. “Yeah, I'm okay.”
“You're not a good liar.”
I shrug. “If you want an honest answer, maybe you need to ask a different question.”
She gives me a small smile but doesn't press me on the matter. Not yet, anyway. I know that a full grilling is going to come later. But she's aware enough to know that this isn't the appropriate setting for the discussion I know she's dying to have.
The truth of the matter is that the instant I saw Caleb on the street, I felt something inside of me shift. Break loose. Something I thought I'd had under tight control. I thought I was going to pass out then and there, but somehow managed to keep myself upright. Small victories.
