Safe With Me

by Kristen Proby

  “You’re a natural.”

  I shrug like it’s no big thing, but inside I’m doing the 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 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, 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 in 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 that 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 been 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, never mind.” 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 come stay with her. I’m of no use to her if all I can think about is getting in her pants.

  “You are all over-sexed.” 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 mid-calf black fuck-me boots.

  “What is it Sam?” Nat asks.

  “It’s gum.”

  “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 spi
n 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 onto 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 there 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 pull 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 raises 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.

  “What do you wanna see?” Bryn asks as we resume our seats. I feel Matt’s gaze on me, but I’ll be damned if I’ll meet it right now.

  Or explain myself.

  Fuck.

  “I wanted a piercing,” Meg shrugs as she climbs into Will’s lap.

  “Eyebrow, ear, nose, belly button.” Leo is pointing passionately at each area as he shouts them out to her. “Are all acceptable piercings.”

  “Maybe I’ll get my clit pierced,” Brynna whispers, just for me.

  I do my best to ignore her. She loves getting a rise out of me.

  Literally.

  “That’s not what I wanted,” Meg responds with a grin.

  “Jesus.” He pulls his hand down his face and laughs. “I don’t ever, ever need to know stuff like this about you.”

  “Hey.” Will interrupts. “Don’t knock it till you try it.”

  “So back to orgasms,” Stacy begins and before I can stop myself, I jump to my feet, my arms slashing back and forth.

  “No! No, no, no! No orgasm talk tonight.”

  “I could talk about orgasms,” Mark offers.

  “No! I’m serious.” I glare about the room to all of the women. Any more talk about sex or orgasms tonight will be the end of me.

  “Okay guys, we’ll discuss the O during girls night.” Sam smiles sweetly at me and I could kiss her.

  “How are the living arrangements working out?” Matt asks as I sit back down.

  “Fine.” I shrug and take a sip of my now warm beer.

  “He’s nice to the girls,” Brynna replies softly and offers me a warm smile, and for the first time in hours, days, my stomach settles. I grin down at her and rest my hand on her knee.

  “They’re easy to be nice to.”

  “No kid talk,” Stacy announces. “We agreed. We’re pretending we’re young with no responsibilities.”

  Isaac kisses her cheek and wraps an arm around his wife.

  “I am young with no responsibilities,” Mark reminds us. “I recommend it.”

  “Right, ‘cause you hate kids,” Sam waves her youngest brother off. “You can’t stand holding Livie.”

  “I love her. And then she goes home and I go find a warm body for the night.” He winks at his sister smugly.

  Sounds like Mark and I used to have a lot in common.

  Now the idea of going out to find a quick lay makes me sick to my stomach.

  Brynna’s small hand covers my own on her knee as conversation continues to swirl around us, the girls laughing and teasing us guys.

  I fucking love my family. They are my best friends, and Brynna is a part of this, not just because she’s Stacy’s cousin, but because she’s become one of us.

  I’ll be damned if I’ll screw this up for he
r. I’m too fucked up for anything long-term, and she deserves nothing less.

  “Shit, now I want chocolate,” Brynna mutters and bites her luscious lip.

  I want to bite that lip.

  “Do you have chocolate?” Jules asks Natalie.

  “I live here, girls, and I’m pregnant. Of course there’s chocolate! Follow me!”

  All of the girls jump up eagerly and follow Nat into the kitchen.

  “What is it about chocolate?” Nate asks and crosses his arms over his chest as he watches his wife stumble about Nat’s kitchen.

  “It’s like crack to women, man.” Matt checks his phone quickly and then shoves it back in his pocket.

  “We have chocolate ice-cream, kisses, brownies and whipped cream.”

  I glance over at Luke and grin. He’s got the goofiest smile on his face as he watches his wife disperse the chocolate amongst the women.

  He’s turned into such a pussy.

  And why the fuck am I just a little jealous?

  “I am so in love with you right now,” Jules announces to Nat, “I want to lay you out on this countertop and eat this shit off of you.”

  “Don’t mind us, we’ll just watch,” Nate calls out, earning a jab in the ribs from Matt.

  “Dude,” I exclaim, my eyes wide and hands out as if to say, “What the fuck?”

  Nate just grins back at me smugly. “Not my sisters,” he reminds me.

  Fucker.

  “Oh my God, so good,” Bryn moans as she leans that perfect ass against the counter top and chews a bite of brownie.

  Damn, that’s what she’ll sound like when I’m inside her.

  I drop my face to my hands and scrub hard.

  “I wish I had your boobs,” I hear Sam announce and raise my head to see who she’s talking to.

  Of course, she’s talking to Bryn.

  “Right,” she smirks and takes another bite of brownie.

  “Dude, I do!” And just like that, Sam saunters across the room and cups Brynna’s tit in her palm. “See? You have the perfect boobs. Stace, have you felt her boobs?”

  Just kill me. Put a bullet in my head and end the agony.

  “Oh yeah,” Stacy waves her off. “She has great tits.”

  She has amazing tits.

  “I wanna feel!” Jules bounces over and joins in.

  “Give me more chocolate and you can touch all you want.” Brynna laughs and then glances over at me. “This is the most action I’ve had in months.”