Safe With Me

by Kristen Proby

  “He hasn’t had an issue with me,” I reply. “Until last night. But it was… different.”

  “Different how?” He asks.

  “He had fallen asleep on the couch, watching war shows on the History Channel. When I woke up, I heard gunfire and cannons and Caleb was in the middle of the nightmare.”

  “So it didn’t come on while he was in bed with you.” He shifts his Jeep down as we turn onto the street where the girls go to school.

  “No, he was on the couch.”

  “Interesting.” I turn and watch Matt silently. He’s in a white button-down and jeans, his pistol is resting in a holster on his hip. His light brown hair is in need of a haircut, and he didn’t shave today, leaving a light stubble on his chin.

  His left elbow is resting on the door and he’s rubbing his fingers over his lips.

  “How did you wake him up?” He asks.

  “I kneed him in the thigh,” I respond. He winces and chuckles ruefully.

  “That’ll do it.” He grins over at me and then sobers. “How do you feel today?” He asks softly.

  “My voice was a bit hoarse this morning, but other than that, I feel fine.”

  “Don’t be obtuse, Bryn. How do you feel?”

  He’s just not going to cut me a break.

  “Exhausted. Relieved.” I swallow and stare down at my knees. “So in love with him I can’t see straight,” I whisper.

  “Look at me.”

  My eyes find his as he offers me a gentle smile. “I think you’ll be really good for each other. Give it time.”

  I nod just as the girls come running to the car.

  “Hi mom!” Josie calls and scoots in to buckle her seatbelt.

  “Hi Matt,” Maddie grins as she joins her sister.

  “Hi guys,” I smile back at them as Matt pulls away from the school and heads toward home.

  “How was your day?” Matt asks.

  “Caleb hurt Mommy last night,” Josie responds. I gasp and stare back at her with my jaw dropped.

  “He did?” Matt asks and shakes his head slightly at me, telling me to not respond and let him handle it.

  Just kill me now.

  “Yeah, he wouldn’t let her up off the floor,” Josie responds.

  “He didn’t mean to!” Maddie jumps in to defend Caleb. “It was a bad dream.”

  Josie shakes her head stubbornly. “He hurt her.”

  “Do you think he did it on purpose?” Matt asks her calmly.

  Josie shrugs and folds her arms over her chest stubbornly.

  “Answer my question, please.” Matt’s voice is authoritative and strong.

  Typical cop.

  “I don’t know,” she replies with a frown. “It was scary.”

  “I’m sure it was, sweetheart,” Matt murmurs. “Do you know what nightmares are, Josie?”

  “Bad dreams?”

  “Yes, they’re really bad dreams.” He affirms.

  “Remember not very long ago when you came crying into my room because you had a dream that you couldn’t find me, sweetie?” I ask her and watch her big brown eyes fill with tears.

  “Yeah, I was really sad,” she sniffs.

  “Caleb was having a really bad dream like that, honey, except he thought he was in danger. He thought someone was trying to hurt him.” Matt watches Josie in the rearview mirror closely.

  “Who was trying to hurt him?”

  “Bad people,” Matt replies. “He used to have to go to places that had bad people in them who wanted to hurt him and his friends, so he could help people who needed him.”

  “So, that’s what he was dreaming about?” Josie asks with wide, tear-filled eyes.

  “Yes, honey,” I reply and rub her leg with my palm.

  “Oh,” she whispers and looks down. “But I was scared that he was hurting you.”

  “Me too,” Maddie admits. “But he was scared too.”

  “Damn,” Matt whispers under his breath and shakes his head. “I’m so sorry you all had to see that.”

  “You wouldn’t hug him today,” Maddie accuses Josie.

  “Hey, it’s okay,” I interrupt before a fight blows out of hand. “You can give him a hug tonight if you want.”

  Josie just nods and looks down at her hands as Matt pulls into our driveway.

  “Looks like I don’t need to stay long,” he murmurs, eyes trained on Caleb just about to climb out of his own car. “He’s home early.”

  “Yeah, he is. I wasn’t expecting him home for another hour, at least.”

  Matt parks behind him and the girls climb out of the car with their backpacks. Caleb looks over at us hesitantly, and then opens the back door of the car and whistles.

  A big, beautiful dog bounds out of the car, much to the delight of my daughters who begin jumping up and down and clapping their hands, wide smiles across their faces.

  “And, that’s my cue to leave.” Matt smiles over at me, nods at Caleb, and leaves us all standing in the driveway.

  “Sit,” Caleb commands softly and the dog immediately sits at Caleb’s side, not moving, looking up at him for his next command.

  “Who is this?” I ask with one eyebrow raised.

  “This is Sergeant Bix.” Bix’s tail wags once at the sound of his name. “He’s a retired Navy SEAL and he needs a home for a few weeks while his handler is out on assignment.”

  “Can we pet him?” Maddie asks, her and Josie’s bodies vibrating in anticipation. Bix glances longingly at my little girls and then back up at Caleb, waiting to be told what to do. “Please?”

  “Sure,” Caleb smiles. “Go ahead,” he tells Bix, who happily jogs to the girls and they all collapse in a pile of elation, the girls rubbing him and talking to him as though they’ve known him for years.

  “What happened to his eye?” Josie asks as she kisses his cheek. One of his eyes is permanently shut, like he’s always winking, and the ear on the same side is slightly deformed.

  Caleb looks up at me with serious eyes. “Bix was a dog that sniffed around for things that might blow up.” He swallows and turns his gaze back to the dog. “He got injured while he was working and lost his eye and hurt his ear too, so he can’t work anymore.”

  “Oh, poor Bix!” Maddie throws her arms around the dog and hugs him tightly. “Can he stay here, Mom?”

  “This is sabotage,” I hiss at Caleb. “You can’t ask me if the most noble and adorable dog in the world can stay with us when my girls are already in love with him.”

  “What kind of dog is he?” Josie asks and giggles as Bix gives her doggie kisses on her cheek.

  “He’s a Belgian Shepherd. He’s been trained to be a working dog since he was three days old.”

  “Wow!” Josie exclaims.

  Caleb walks closer to me and drapes his arm across my shoulders.

  “Taking on the responsibility of a dog is a lot right now, Caleb.”

  “He’s the best trained dog you’ll ever meet, Legs. He’s fearless, obedient and one hundred percent professional.”

  I glance over and bust out laughing to find Bix flat on his back, paws in the air, tongue hanging out of his smiling mouth and relishing in a good belly rub from two eager six-year-olds.

  “Yes, I can see that he’s perfectly professional.”

  “He has to stay, Mom,” Josie calls out. “He’s a hero, like Caleb!”

  Caleb looks shell-shocked as he turns me to face him. “He’s an amazing dog, Bryn, and a helluva team member. It would make me feel better knowing he’s here. Nothing will get to them with Bix watching.”

  “Sabotage,” I whisper and grudgingly smile at the girls as they giggle and roll on the driveway with the big, fluffy canine. “I guess he can stay.”

  “Thank you, Mom!” Maddie calls out.

  “Come,” Caleb commands and Bix immediately jumps up and leaves the girls behind to stand next to Caleb. “Say hello to Brynna.”

  He barks once and smiles at me, that tongue flopping out again.

  “Hello,

” I murmur and pat his head and then give in and squat next to him and rub his face. “You’re a sweet boy, aren’t you?”

  ***

  “But we aren’t tired,” Maddie protests as she yawns widely. Caleb throws a large dog bed on the floor between the girls’ beds and points to it. Bix immediately lays on the bed, watching us with one raised ear and both his eyebrows moving up and down as he looks side to side at each of the girls.

  “Why can’t he sleep with us?” Josie asks and stares longingly at her new best friend.

  “He sleeps on his own bed,” Caleb replies and sits at her side. “Hey, jellybean, I’m sorry you’re mad at me today. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.” I sit at Maddie’s bedside and watch my daughter’s internal struggle as Caleb watches her closely.

  “Mom always says sweet dreams when it’s time for bed,” she tells Caleb softly. Bix lets out a long sigh as he lowers his head to his paws and Josie watches him with a smile. “I hope you have sweet dreams, Caleb, and no more scary ones.”

  I bite my lip and hug Maddie tightly, as Caleb silently holds his hands out to Josie. She climbs readily into his lap and hugs him, then scampers off to snuggle down into the covers.

  “Good night, Mama,” Maddie whispers.

  “Good night, baby girl.”

  Bix raises his head and watches Caleb move to the doorway. He stops and looks back at Bix. “Stay, Bix. Stay with the girls.”

  With that, Bix lowers his head again and Caleb turns out the light, leaving only the light from the princess nightlight in the wall, and shuts the door behind us.

  “I can’t believe you talked me into a dog,” I chuckle and lead the way down the stairs to the living room.

  “He’s already proven that he’s well trained,” he responds with a grin, referring to the numerous times he pressed his nose to the sliding glass door, asking to be let out.

  “Thank goodness,” I agree and lower myself to the couch. Caleb sits beside me, but keeps at least two feet between us. “Oh, you wanna rub my feet? Here you go.” I lay my feet in his lap and grin at him.

  “I don’t recall offering to do that,” he mutters with a half smile, already digging his thumb into the arch of my foot, earning a moan of appreciation.

  “Oh sweet Moses that feels good.”

  The heel of my foot is resting against his crotch and I feel his cock stir.

  “Don’t start,” he warns.

  “Why not?” I ask and rub the ridge in his pants with my foot.

  “I’m not ready, Legs.” He clenches my foot in his hand and then returns to rubbing it again.

  “Uh, Caleb, we’ve been having sex for a few weeks now.” I frown over at him and am shocked to see color spread up this cheeks. He stops rubbing my foot and turns his blue gaze to mine, his eyes ice blue and angry as hell.

  Chapter Twelve

  “What?” I ask and frown over at him.

  “How can you be so normal?” He asks, staring at me with those amazing eyes.

  “What are you talking about?” I ask and pull my feet away, tucking them under me.

  “I could have killed you last night, Brynna.”

  I sigh and hang my head in my hands, so frustrated with him.

  “Is this why you won’t touch me?”

  “Damn right,” he confirms with a firm nod.

  “Caleb, you’re being ridiculous.” I lower my hands and look up to find him watching me like I’ve just produced a second head.

  “Brynna, I’ve snapped necks without giving it a second thought. I have that in me. I had my hand,” he holds his large hand up for me to see, “wrapped around your tiny neck and was squeezing the life out of you, and all you’ve done today is be sweet and nice and fucking normal. Nothing about this is normal!”

  “No, it’s not normal, Caleb, but it wasn’t on purpose, damn it!” I lean in and grip his forearm with my hand, holding onto him tightly. “You would never hurt me, babe.”

  “I’m capable of it.” He shakes his head and sighs.

  “No. You’re. Not.” He refuses to look me in the eye and he’s really starting to irritate me. “Look at me.”

  He shakes his head no, staring down at my hand, and I don’t know why but he just pisses me right off. I stand up and stomp away, up the stairs to my bedroom and into the bathroom. I have the urgent need to slam a door, but I don’t want to wake the girls.

  “Alright, Legs, why are you so pissed?” Caleb asks from the doorway of the bathroom, arms crossed over his chest, watching me.

  “Because you’re so damn stubborn!” I turn away from him and lean against the bathroom sink, head bowed. “I don’t know what to say to you to make you understand that you didn’t do it on purpose, and that I’m fine.”

  “I’m just so damn afraid of hurting you,” he murmurs, making me whirl to face him.

  “Not touching me hurts me.” I lean my hips against the sink and cross my arms, mirroring him. “Not making love to me hurts me. Being tender and sweet to my girls and then backing away from me, hurts me.”

  “I want to touch you so fucking badly it’s killing me,” he whispers, his eyes closed and jaw clenched.

  “I’m right here,” I whisper back and slowly move to him. He’s not going to make the first move, and I’ll be damned if I’ll go back to having a platonic relationship with him.

  I love him.

  I slowly wrap my arms around his waist and press myself against him, his arms still folded and pinned between us. Leaning in, I press a kiss to his sternum and nuzzle his chest through his soft t-shirt with my nose and look up to find his blue gaze watching me.

  “You could never hurt me,” I whisper and kiss his chin. “You love me.”

  His eyes widen for a fraction of a second and the next thing I know I’m in his arms, his hands are planted on my ass and he lifts me to him, kissing me ravenously.

  “Are you sure?” He growls.

  “If you don’t get us over to that bed,” I respond between kisses, “You’ll have to worry about me hurting you.”

  He chuckles and carries me to the bed, and I slide down him until my feet hit the floor and immediately begins stripping me out of my clothes.

  Not one to feel left out, I return the favor, pull his black t-shirt up his chest and over his head, and let my hands glide down his smooth skin, over his nipples and down his muscular torso.

  “You have abs for days,” I murmur, watching my hands roam up and down his stomach.

  “We had to do a lot of sit ups,” he mutters dryly and pulls me down onto the bed with him, and then, as if I weigh nothing at all, he flips me around, facing his feet, and lays on his back. “I’ve been dreaming of having your sweet cunt sitting on my face for months.”

  “I hate that word, you know,” I tell him and balance myself with my hands flat on his stomach as he plants my knees beside his shoulders and spreads my core wide open.

  “What?” He gently licks me, barely running his tongue along my lips, making me gasp. “You swear almost as much as Jules, except when the girls are around, of course.”

  “It just seems like a dirty word,” I whisper and gasp again when I feel his tongue sweep from my clit down to my lips and back up again, harder now, pushing against my tender flesh. “Ah, God that feels good.”

  “I have the best view right now.” He wraps his lips around my clit and gently pulls, making a smacking noise as he lets go and I can’t help but move my hips in a circle over him, afraid of smothering him.

  “That’s right, baby,” more smacking and pulling as he nibbles my clit and pussy lips over and over again. I clench my hands around his ribs and look down to see his very hard cock standing at attention and without giving it another moments thought, I reach down and circle him with my hand, pulling and pushing, up and down, stroking him firmly.

  “Fuck!” His voice is low and hard and makes me dizzy knowing how much I turn him on. I continue to move my hips, brushing my pussy back and forth across his mouth and lean forward and take as much of his cock as I can into my mouth.

  Which means I only get about half of him seated inside me because of his girth and length, but he almost jack-knifes off the bed.

  “Damn, Bryn!”

  “Mmm,” I murmur in agreement and begin to suck him, keeping my lips firm against the velvety skin of his dick, loving the feel of the ridge of his head moving over my lips as he slips in and out.

  He slips two fingers inside me, and I lose my concentration, having to sit up, still jacking him, and fucking his face.

  Dear God, I’m going to come all over his face!

  “Caleb, I have to move.”

  “Don’t you dare,” he growls against me, the vibrations of his voice pushing me even farther toward my release. I bear down on his fingers and feel the build up at the small of my back, my pussy clenches and I come against him, shamelessly grinding against his mouth and nose.

  As my head clears, I lean down again and pull his throbbing cock into my mouth, sucking him harder and faster, jacking my hand up and down his shaft, until I can’t stand it anymore.

  I need him inside me.

  Now.

  I pull my pussy away from his face and climb down his long torso, dragging my wetness along his chest as I go. My hips rise as I hold his dick at the root and guide him inside me, settle my knees beside his hips and ride him backwards.

  “Jesus fucking Christ, Brynna.” His hands glide down my back, on either side of my spine, to my ass and hold onto my hips as I ride him ferociously, gripping and pulling on him with my muscles. I brace myself on one hand between his knees and cup his scrotum in my other hand, gently kneading and pulling on his tender balls. His hands fall from my hips to my calves and slide to my feet where he holds on, bucking up into me, meeting me with every thrust of my hips, and massages my feet with his big hands.

  I’m getting a fucking foot massage while I fuck him senseless!

  And it’s fan-fucking-tastic.

  His right hand abandons my foot and I feel him caress the globe of my right ass cheek before he spreads me open and circles the tight rim of my anus, wet from his mouth and my own juices.

  “Holy shit!” I cry out, but push back against him. The feeling is foreign and odd, and maybe a little taboo. He doesn’t push it inside me, just continues to rub against me.

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