She slaps my chest and playfully covers my mouth. “Shh . . . don’t say that.”
“Well hurry the fuck up.”
I press my forehead to hers. “Wait for me.” I pull her bottom lip into my mouth. “Let me go help this dick and then we’ll leave. Yeah?”
She nods her head and works on pulling her dress down as far as she can. “I’ll wait in your truck so I can be panty-less alone.”
I reach into my pocket and pull my keys out, handing them to her. “You won’t be panty-less and alone for long. Trust me.”
Raising a brow, I back up and start walking, before turning around to see what the hell Kash needs me for.
The faster I do the faster I can make it back out to my woman . . .
HOLY SHIT! I FALL AGAINST Cale’s truck and run my hands over my face. “What the hell was that?” I never act this way. Ever. Cale just does something to me that I can’t explain. It’s insane and so is what we just did. “Wow . . .”
Anyone could’ve walked back there and caught us. Then what? He could’ve lost his job. I would’ve felt like a complete idiot. I definitely need to get a grip before it’s too late.
Unlocking his truck door, I jump inside and rest my head against the back of the seat. My pussy is still pulsing from my orgasm and I can’t help but to smile. I shouldn’t be smiling after what we just did, but I can’t help it. Nothing has ever felt so good in my life. Nothing.
Tyler was never able to give me orgasms. He tried multiple times and I always had to fake them just to make him happy. It always left me feeling like shit and a complete failure afterwards. Not with Cale. With Cale I almost feel like an idiot for having one too soon. Is that a thing? Shit . . . I don’t know.
A few minutes later, the driver’s side door opens and Cale jumps inside with a look of aggravation. “That dick head.”
I look at him and laugh. “What?”
A small smile crosses Cale’s face. “He wanted me to teach him a new dance move. He actually stopped in the middle of his performance so he could ask me to teach him a new move.” He shakes his head while starting the engine. “That kid needs some serious work if he wants to make it here.”
I can’t help but to laugh. His face always cracks me up when he’s aggravated. I’ve always found it hard to take him seriously, probably because his aggravation has never been aimed at me. Thank God.
“He seemed to be doing good to me.”
Cale sits up straight and grabs my thigh. “Oh yeah.” He runs his hand higher up my thigh and stops right below my pussy. “So that’s why you were so wet earlier?”
I squirm as he starts tickling me. “No . . .” I say in between laughs. “No . . . stop it!” I slap at his hand until he finally stops and smiles at me.
“I didn’t think so,” he says confidently. “I was pretty sure it was all me.” He winks and I shake my head at him.
“Confident Cale.” I reach over and grab his dick, almost making him swerve off the side of the road. “You do something to me.”
“Shit, Rile.” He grips the steering wheel, fighting hard to keep his eyes on the road. “What did I turn you into?”
I release his dick and lean back into my seat. “A woman that likes to tease you and see you squirm. You’ve been doing it to me for years and just didn’t know it. You and your little touches. You didn’t think that I noticed how close you were to my ass and pussy sometimes? I noticed. Very much so.”
Cale smirks. “Well you never said anything.” He glances over at me. “I wanted to touch you so bad. That was me getting as close as I could with still being able to control myself. It was harder than you think. Trust me.”
My stomach does some kind of little happy dance as I remember the old times with Cale. It’s crazy how you can want something so bad and then it happens years down the road. It almost feels as if no time has passed at all.
With Cale . . . I feel like we’re still teenagers. He’s always made me feel younger than I am. Knowing that I can finally touch him has me all worked up and extremely aroused . . . again.
Reaching for his jeans, I slowly undo them. I tilt my head and look up at Cale to see him watching the road with a smirk. “What are you doing?”
I bite my bottom lip as I pull his erection free, running my hand up the length. “I’m just admiring your body.” I sit back in my seat and take in the image of him driving with his dick out. “I definitely like this view.”
Cale glances over at me. “Oh yeah?” Keeping his eyes on the road, he grips the steering wheel with one hand and his dick with the other. “What about this?”
A small gasp escapes my lips as he slowly begins to stroke himself. “Oh. My. God.” I fan myself off and crack the window some more. “Yes. The view is definitely getting better. Keep going.” I whisper the last part, completely lost in him.
Leaning his head back, he quickens his strokes, letting out a small growl. “Do you have any idea how many times I have done this to thoughts of you, Rile?”
My heart jumps out of my chest from his words. “No, I don’t.” Feeling completely turned on, I spread my legs a little and moan. “Tell me.”
He notices me beginning to squirm in my seat so he lets out a small, amused laugh. “Too many fucking times.” He slows his strokes for a second, before he releases his dick and grips my thigh, yanking me toward him. “Almost every damn time you left my house.” He pushes my dress up, baring my lower half, and runs his fingers through my slick folds. “Did you ever pleasure yourself while thinking of me . . . huh, Rile?”
I press my head back into the seat and grip it as his finger slips inside of me, slowly pumping in and out.
“Did you ever imagine me fucking you in your bed all those times that I slept in your room?” He shoves his finger in deep and stops. “Did you ever imagine me deep inside you, taking you and making you scream all night? Did you,” he whispers.
I jump and grip the seat tighter when he finds my spot. “Yes!” I scream. “Yes . . . so many times. I could never sleep,” I admit. “I kept imagining how it would feel.”
“Stroke me, Rile.” We pull up at a stoplight, but Cale is looking at me as if he could care less what others may see. “Touch me like you always wanted to. I. Want. You. To.”
I moan out as his fingers pump into me, fast and hard. “Cale . . . oh my God. That feels . . . so . . . good.”
“Touch me,” he growls out.
Looking around me, I realize just how dark it is and how high up we are in his truck. It gives me the courage that I need. Reaching over, I take him in my hand, stroking him, and imagining that we’re the old Cale and Riley. I’m finally able to touch this man and it feels so damn good.
Leaning toward him, I take him in both hands and pump as fast as I can. Cale has me on the verge of orgasm. “Keep going,” I moan. “Faster, Cale.”
Turning the corner, Cale slams the truck into park and leans into me, fucking me with his fingers as fast and hard as he can, until I’m squirming in my seat, my arousal covering his fingers.
Not even a few seconds later Cale falls apart beneath my touch, releasing himself onto his shirt. “Fuck me, Rile,” he says through heavy breaths. “You’ve got me feeling like a fucking horny teenage boy again.”
I burst into laughter in between heavy breaths. “I hope that’s not a bad thing.”
Shaking his head, he pulls his shirt off and balls it up, before tossing it in the backseat. “Nothing you do to me can ever be bad, babe.”
I feel my heart soar as he flashes me his sweet, dimpled smile. He’s the most beautiful man in the world and here I am in his truck. I’m finally able to do the things to him that I’ve wanted to do for most of my life, and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.
Shifting the truck into drive, Cale reaches over, intertwining his fingers in mine. “I’m happy that you’re back.”
“Me too,” I say with a smile. “Oh . . . I almost forgot.” I shift in my seat so that I can face him. “My parents are having a
cookout tomorrow and they want you to come. They’ve been asking about you. Aspen and Slade will be there too. Are you up for it?”
He smiles while pulling into his driveway. “You know I’m in. I haven’t had the chance to bug your parents in a long time; too damn long.”
I roll my eyes at just how much my mom loved Cale. I swear she had her own little crush on him. “I’m sure my mom won’t mind one bit.”
He points to his tight chest and abs. “I’m not sure she can handle all this new goodness that I have. Your father might have to keep her contained.”
“Someone’s a little cocky.” I lean in and motion for him to meet me half way. “Come here.”
Smiling, he leans in and reaches his hand behind my neck. Just as he’s about to kiss me, I grab his nipple and twist it. “Mmm . . .” he moans. “Are you trying to work me up again?”
Sucking his bottom lip into my mouth, I slap his chest, before letting my hand trail down it. “A little sleep would be nice . . . so . . .” I bite his bottom lip and pull away. “I think I’ll go to bed instead.”
He gives me a long, serious look, before jumping out of the truck and running over to my side.
Before I can lock it he pulls my door open and reaches inside, tossing me over his shoulder. “You should know better than to tease me, Rile. Haven’t you learned anything about me over the years?”
He shuts the door and slaps my ass, before laying me down into the grass and crawling above me.
Looking into his eyes, I tangle my fingers into the back of his hair. “I don’t want this to end, Cale.”
He swallows and reaches down to brush my hair out of my face. “No one says it has to.”
“But . . .” I stop to collect myself. “What if it ruins us? I can’t lose you, Cale.”
Pushing my thigh up, he presses himself into me and kisses me long and gentle, before pulling away. “I will never let that happen. I’ll die before it does.”
Rolling over, he pulls me into his chest and we both lay here, looking up at the night sky just like we used to do some nights after a late night swim at his house. It’s so calm and relaxing that I almost feel myself falling asleep, but I keep catching myself, not wanting to lose one minute that I have with Cale.
“It’s okay if you fall asleep,” Cale whispers. “I’ll carry you inside.”
I shake my head and wrap my fingers in his. “I’m fine . . .” I yawn. “I’m not going to fall asleep.”
“That’s what you always say,” he says softly.
Next thing I know, I’m falling asleep in his arms . . . just like I always did.
Cale has always been my comfort and safety . . .
“HURRY UP,” I MUTTER UNDER my breath while looking up at the clock on the wall. “Ten more minutes. Ten more minutes.”
Mr. Peterson attempts to sit up, but I politely push him back down onto the table. “No more flipping over please, Mr. Peterson. We only have ten minutes left of your session.”
Relaxing once again, the elderly man places his hands behind his head and lets out a long sigh. “An hour isn’t enough time. What you need to do is teach my damn wife how to do that stuff you do with your hands. That’s what I need.”
I let out an amused laugh while firmly massaging his left calf, being sure to work out the knot as best as I can. “I’ll see what I can do, Mr. Peterson.” I smile down at him as he struggles to look up at me. “But then you may not need me if I do that.”
“Nonsense,” he growls. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily. I haven’t felt this young in ages. My wife . . .”
Mr. Peterson continues to babble on about his wife, but all I can focus on is the fact that Cale will be here any minute to pick me up. It’s only been eight hours, but it feels a hell of a lot longer since I’ve felt his lips on mine, and it’s driving me insane.
As much as I would like some alone time with him before the cookout, we’re heading straight over to my parents’ to please my mom. She’s been asking when he’s going to come visit her ever since I walked in the damn house a little over a week ago.
My parents haven’t seen Cale in over a year, and I know without a doubt that my mom is going to freak out as soon as he walks in the door. I wouldn’t be surprised if she attacks him with kisses.
She’s always loved Cale, and when I had to leave to help care for my grandmother it seemed as if it hurt her that I had to leave him behind almost as much as it did me. I cried myself to sleep that night, and my mother watched me with wet eyes, telling me that Cale would still be here when I returned. She was right, even though I didn’t believe it at the time.
I shake out of my thoughts in just enough time to see that our time is up. Thank God!
“Alright, Mr. Peterson. We’re out of time.”
Grunting, the old man sits up and stretches as I turn on the sink to wash my hands. “Much better,” he says in a raspy voice. “My wife might just be a lucky lady tonight, thanks to you.”
“Glad I could help,” I say, while trying not to let that image ruin my day. “So I’ll see you the same time next week?”
I get another grunt and a, “Yes,” as he stands up, letting his towel fall to the floor. I’m greeted with the sight of his baggy tightie whities, making me instantly turn my head and cover my face. That’s definitely not a friendly sight.
“Whoa,” I say, taking this as my cue to escape. “I’ll just head out and let you finish up. Tell your wife hello for me.”
I hear a mutter. “Yeah. Yeah.” I quickly dodge out into the hall and shut the door behind me.
“Oh, sweet freedom, how I love you,” I say to myself while making my way past Hailey’s door and down the short hallway.
As I get closer to the front desk I stop and instantly smile when I notice Cale is waiting inside for me. My heart goes crazy just from the sight of him, and I get this sudden urge to run and jump into his arms. Of course I’m not going to though.
I get ready to start walking, but stop and swallow back my jealousy when I notice Kylie’s hand slide across the desk and reach for Cale’s arm. From afar it looks as if she’s rubbing her fingertips over his muscle.
Cale looks down at her hand on his arm, but doesn’t say anything as she leans over the desk in an attempt to get his attention.
Seeing another woman want him in that way feels like getting punched in the gut. Even though he doesn’t seem interested, it still gives me a sick feeling in my stomach.
If it’s like this here—outside of the strip club—I don’t even want to begin to think about what goes on at the club when he’s half naked and shaking his goods for drunken, horny women. I’ve gotten a small glimpse, but I’m sure that’s nothing compared to what could happen. I’m not sure what to do with that.
Sucking it up, I walk up beside Cale and get ready to greet him. Without hesitation Cale turns to me and wraps both of his hands into the back of my hair, slamming his lips to mine and pulling me as close as he possibly can.
Talk about taking someone’s breath away. His lips assault mine, repeatedly sucking and tasting me in a way that almost feels desperate. He’s devouring me. Pulling away, he runs his tongue over his bottom lip before biting it. “Shit, I’ve been waiting all day to do that.”
Kylie looks us both over before rolling her eyes and sitting down in her chair, clearly aware that Cale is not interested now. “Looks like I did someone a favor last week,” she says stiffly. “Better you than Hailey, I suppose.”
Her words somehow piss me off. He’s been my Cale for far longer than this girl even knew he existed. Leaning over the desk, I get ready to say something, but Cale pulls me to him, cutting me off.
“Nah, actually you did me a favor.” He slaps the desk, before leaning in and sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. “And it’s always been her. Simple as that.” With a lift of his eyebrow, he grabs my hand to get me walking. “Ready?”
Trying to fight my grin, I nod my head and wrap my arm around his waist as he starts walking toward t
he door. “So damn ready.”
Just as we’re about to walk out the door Hailey appears next to the desk, glaring at Kylie and complaining about something. I hear Cale’s name, but choose to ignore it. I don’t need anything dragging me down at the moment; especially two girls that I can barely even stand to be around.
After hopping into Cale’s truck I reach for my seatbelt and get ready to pull it down, but look up surprised when Cale reaches over me and reclines my seat back as far as it will go.
“What are you doing?” I laugh as he crawls over the seat until he’s hovering over me, gripping the seat with his hand to keep balance. I can’t help but to notice the way his muscles flex as he stares down at me.
“Something I’ve always wanted to do in the past.” He positions himself between my legs and presses his lips to mine . . . hard; so hard that it almost hurts. “I’ve always wanted to take you in my truck,” he says against my lips.
“Cale . . .” I run my hands up his strong back as he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, teasing me and turning me on completely. “There’s people everywhere,” I say with a small moan.
He grips my thigh and smiles against my mouth. “Then let them watch.” His lips slam against mine, causing me to moan out as my eyes close. “Fuck, I can’t hold back with you, Rile. I’ve kept my hands off of you for long enough; too damn long. Touching you everywhere is the only thing I can think about anymore.”
I start reaching for the back of his shirt, getting completely lost in the moment, but jump when I look beside us to see Slade leaning against the truck, casually just chilling and enjoying the show. “Holy shit,” I laugh. “Seriously?”
“What?” Cale stops kissing my neck and looks up. “Fucking idiot,” he growls as soon as he sees Slade. With his jaw steeled, he rolls down the window, glaring at Slade the whole time, as if he wants to kill him. “What dude? What are you doing here?”
Slade lifts an eyebrow and uncrosses his arms. “Just enjoying the show, man. Don’t stop on my account. I’m curious to see just what I need to teach you. You gotta catch up with the big boys now.”
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