Trails of need ignited my core. Caleb drove me out of my mind with worry and crazy with desire, but I realized, no matter what, I could never leave him again.
He reached down, lifted the T-shirt I’d borrowed from him earlier over my head, and tossed it aside. My bra was quick to follow. My jeans and panties not long after that. He pushed against me, his hard cock straining through his jeans and against my belly.
I gasped, and he stepped back to look at me before taking my breasts in his hands. “You are so beautiful, and these are fucking amazing.
I blushed. It had been a long time since anyone had made me feel pretty. I guessed being a single mom had made me feel as though that part of my life was over. Caleb grinned like a kid in a candy shop, licked his lips, and circled my hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, sending shockwaves shooting up my spine. The room spun as sensations swirled within me.
A melting desire, only ever brought on by Caleb, threatened to turn me into a puddle of molten liquid. I reached for his T-shirt and undressed him in much the same way he’d undressed me. I tried not to focus on the evidence of his beating displayed in full screaming color across his skin and kept my gaze firmly moving from his deep-brown eyes to his exquisite cock, trusting that he would stop our actions if the pain of his injuries became too much to bear.
He grabbed my ass, lifted me from the floor, and deposited me on the couch.
I laughed. “Well, this is an interesting development,” I said, echoing his earlier words.
His face brightened, and his eyes roamed over every inch of me. He spread my legs apart before lowering his head between my thighs, even though all I wanted was to be fucked. I smiled and hoped he’d make me beg.
“You are so fucking perfect. I’ve always known you were made for me.”
I wanted to protest his cocksure attitude, but the words died on the tip of my tongue as he moved his up and down, tasting my free-slowing juices. His tongue darted inside, delving deeper into my core. I shook with need as he flicked my clit with his fingers before they switched places with his tongue. They plunged inside while his mouth found my throbbing nub. His free hand ran over my stomach and pressed me into the couch, while his fingers pounded into me and his mouth worked my clit into a pulsing fireball.
“I need you in me, Caleb,” I said. “I need you to fuck me.”
“All in good fucking time.”
I almost howled in frustration, but Caleb continued to work. I bit my lip and groaned, wriggling my body, desperate to get what I needed. My core tightened around his fingers, as his lips closed around my clit again, sucking me in as though I was the tastiest of lollipops. His fingers and tongue worked in unison, building a rhythm of desire that rocked my body.
I grabbed his head and pushed him down, wanting, needing more. My breaths came fast and hard. Heat built inside and my eyes rolled in my head, but when I was just about to climax, he withdrew, leaving me bereft.
“You fucking asshole,” I said.
“It’s why you love me.”
I growled, jumped on all fours on the couch and grabbed his cock, squeezing it between my hands and pulling him closer. The need within me built to a palpable urgency. I licked my lips, remembering how delicious he’d tasted in the shower. His eyes closed and his head fell back when I flicked out my tongue and licked the glistening precum from his tip.
I ran my tongue up and down his thick shaft and moaned as I sucked him into my mouth. The tip of his cock hit the back of my throat, I almost gagged on his size, but still craved more. I slid my head back and forth, allowing his hardness to fill my mouth. I loved the sensation of having him inside me, of teasing him with my mouth and tongue while cupping his balls and squeezing them in my hands. The thought of him pumping his seed into my mouth sent a rush of pleasure to my core and made me work faster. I wanted to please him, to taste his salty goodness.
He thrust into my mouth and then groaned before his finger threaded my hair and pulled me back. My wetness dribbled down my leg.
Caleb looked at me with that devilish grin of his. His gaze filled with lust. I softly brushed the velvet head of his cock with my lips and shuddered at my need to taste the sweet nectar of his seed.
“Bend forward over the arm of the couch,” he said.
I did. My heart raced and my core pulsed in excitement.
His fingers followed my spine, trailing down my back and over the curve of my bottom. I gasped as they probed the wet silken flesh of my folds, teasing my entrance before pushing inside.
A shiver ran through me. Caleb plunged his fingers deeper into my core while he circled my throbbing clit. I wanted to rock my hips in time to his penetrating fingers, to squirm and lift to meet them, but he pinned me to the arm of the couch. I buried my head in the material to keep from crying out in a mixture of pleasure and frustration.
He withdrew his fingers and circled my clit in slow, soft movements. From behind, Caleb spread my legs wide and dipped his head. His warm breath between my cheeks caused a tremor to run over my body. A tentative tongue swiped at my folds. I whimpered, and Caleb let out a satisfied moan. His hand reached around my body and found my breast. He tweaked and pinched my nipple as his tongue circled my clit and made long, sure strokes along my slit.
I panted, wanting, needing more, but I knew he would deny me if I tried to take it. All I could do was bury my face in the arm of the chair and keep my ass in the air while Caleb teased me with his mouth and his fingers.
The ache inside of me built. I panted. “Oh, fuck, Caleb.” Vibrations raced inside me, and my core tightened around his fingers. Wetness streamed from me, but I held back for fear my climax would end our time together.
My breathing quickened. I needed to arch my back, to come. “I can’t,” I gasped. “Please.”
In an instant, Caleb flipped me and pulled me to my feet. He fell backward onto the couch and pulled me with him. “Mount me,” he said and positioned me above his cock.
I was lost in a sea of desire, but kept my movements slow, sliding onto him an inch at a time. I groaned as he speared my body, stretching me open and sliding deeper and deeper inside. Despite my wetness, my tight core had to expand and yield to his width. “Oh, fuck.”
“Fucking right, oh, fuck!” His dick throbbed and my muscles pulsed around him. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto him.
I trembled in pleasure as he filled me in a way, I barely remembered was possible. My body rocked over his and I moaned.
He rose and pushed, and I relished the glide of his cock as we found a steady rhythm.
“You feel so fucking good.” Caleb cupped my breasts in his hands, massaging them, caressing my skin. “I’m not gonna make you beg to come.” My breath hitched and a flash of disappointment welled, but he continued, “I’m gonna make you beg to stop coming.”
I smiled, loving the sight of his hard body. I tried not to think of the bruises that marred his face and body and concentrated on the feel of him inside me; the sound of his voice as he said the most delicious things.
He guided my hand to my clit and grabbed my hips, pulling me onto him. His bulging cock filled me deeper and deeper, as my fingers circled my nub. “Fuck, you’re amazing,” he said.
He looked into my eyes. I writhed my hips and spiraled towards orgasm, coming undone. Caleb thrust up into me, building on our friction with the force I needed. I imploded in a climax so intense, my nerve endings overloaded, and I thought I’d pass out. Caleb didn’t let up, he flipped us around and withdrew, dropping to kneel on the floor, down to my folds and meeting them with his mouth. He licked at my slit, lapping up my juices and sucking my clit into his mouth, drawing out my orgasm until I couldn’t breathe.
I gasped, sucking in air. The flood of sensation made my vision go black. I screamed, unable to take any more. Sweat glistened on my body. I drifted on a haze of pleasure for a moment, before sobering. “You didn’t come,” I said as a smile played on the edge of my lips. I knew what that meant.
/> Caleb lifted his head and quirked an eyebrow. He nipped the inside of my thigh before peppering a trail of kisses up my body, tickling me with his breath in the process.
“That’s because I said I’d make you beg to stop coming,” he said before kissing me hard.
I tasted myself on his lips and gasped when he teased my entrance with the tip of his cock.
Chapter Nine
Caleb
This time with Amber was fucking everything. I would have stayed an eternity in our weird little bubble of the living room, but when she rested her head against my chest and stared at the wall, I felt her tension growing.
“Everything will be fine,” I said and trailed my hand over her shoulder. “Leo won’t find you here.”
Amber rolled and propped her head on her hands to look at me. “You’re still going to go after him, aren’t you?” she asked and ran her fingers over a bruise around my eye, making me wince. “What if I said I didn’t want you to?”
“I can’t stand by and do fucking nothing.”
“I’m not asking you to.” She sat up and pulled the cushion from the back of the couch, tugging it to her breasts, drawing her knees close, and wrapping her arms around both of them. “I’ve decided to speak to Tom and file a police report. Maybe he can arrest Leo. We should try to follow the law, at least at first.”
I looked at the floor unsure what to say. My insides raged and I wanted nothing more than to smash Leo’s fucking face in with my fists, but I knew how difficult it was for Amber to deal with that side of my personality. She’d as good as told me that she couldn’t have that part of me in her life, and I didn’t want to risk pushing her away when I’d just got her back.
“If that’s what you want, I’ll do it,” I said although the vein in my head popped at the thought. “But It won’t be easy. They may take Leo in for questioning, but any evidence will be long gone.”
Her eyes darted to the door and I wondered for a second if she’d heard someone coming when I hadn’t. I held my breath, listening, but no-one was there.
“Let’s grab our clothes and talk about this upstairs where no-one can interrupt us,” I said and moved to stand.
Amber tugged on my arm and pulled me back down.
“There’s something you need to know.” The tone in her voice made my jaw clench. What the fuck could be worse than what she’d already been through?
I edged closer to her. When she remained silent and stared at the door again, I had to stifle the growl building inside me. Not two minutes ago she’d made me agree to let the law deal with Leo, and now I just knew there was more to this fucking story. More hurt he had caused than she’d already told.
I clasped onto her hand and squeezed. “What is it, Amber?”
She shifted her gaze from the door and looked at me for a long moment. When she finally spoke, her voice was deadpan. “A month or so after I left, I found out I was pregnant.”
Fuck!
Not only had she dealt with her attack all by herself, but she’d also had to deal with the aftermath too. Fucking Leo. If it wasn’t for my agreement with Amber, I’d do more than kill him.
She had always wanted kids. We’d even talked about having them together — another reason her leaving struck me so hard. For her to have to deal with a pregnancy under the circumstances must have been fucking devastating.
I was about to ask if she had been able to rely on her friend to accompany her for an abortion, when I realized she was staring at the door again, or rather, at something beyond the door.
“You had the kid,” I said after clearing my throat. She only nodded in response. “And he’s here in this house.”
“She. She’s here in this house, asleep upstairs.”
I huffed out a breath and found myself also staring at the fucking door.
“She’s brave and funny,” Amber continued, “and so caring. When she looks at me, I know that no matter what happened, I have my baby girl, and she’s worth more than anything I could ever ask for.”
I stiffened on the couch. After a moment, I grabbed my jeans and pulled them on. My jaw set. A tightness formed in my chest and I suddenly felt too hot to be inside. That fucking wind howling through the window seemed like the kick I needed to my senses right now, and I considered going outside to let it blast in my face.
Wordlessly, I handed Amber her clothes, trying to order the feelings welling inside me. “Is she Leo’s?” I asked.
Amber choked back a sob. “Does it matter?”
As she said the words everything I’d been feeling clicked into place: resolve, determination, love.
I shook my head. “If she’s brave, funny, and caring then she’s nothing to do with Leo.” I tugged on my T-shirt and straightened it down. “Fuck,” I said. “I’m way too much of a fucking mess to meet my daughter with all these bruises. What the fuck is she going to think?”
Amber leaped to her feet, dropping her clothes to the floor in the process, and flung her arms around my neck. Tears streamed down her face and she buried her head against my chest.
I laughed. “Now on top of everything fucking else, I’m gonna have your snot on my top.”
Amber laughed and rubbed her head against my chest even more. “You’re gonna be perfect,” she said after she’d pulled back. “Just mind your language. I’ll not have our daughter growing up with a gutter tongue like you and your brother.”
My heart swelled at her words, our daughter. I had a fucki— I had a daughter.
Amber grabbed my hand. “Let’s go see her,” she said and tugged me toward the exit. “We’ll just pop our heads around the bedroom door. If she stirs, we can talk to her, but otherwise, it might be best to speak to her in the morning.”
“That sounds perfect. I’d love to.” I grinned and pulled her back for a quick kiss, sealing her lips with my own. When I lifted my head, I kept her tight in my arms and raised an eyebrow. “I may be a complete mess,” I said. “But if she does wake up, at least, I’m dressed.”
I laughed when Amber’s eyes darted downward and her mouth gaped as she realized she was still naked. She pushed me back and gave me a scowl as though that was my fault before grabbing her clothes from the floor and throwing them on. “She’s going to have a million questions as it is. We don’t need to add why I’m naked to the pile of them.” After she’d finished dressing, she smoothed her clothes down her body, huffed out a breath, and looked me in the eyes. “Her name is Charlie,” she said, and my heart damn near fucking swelled to the size of the Empire State building.
I held my hand out for her to grab. “Let’s go see Charlie,” I said.
Chapter Ten
Amber
I could barely process Caleb’s reaction to learning about Charlie. In many ways, it was a huge relief, more than I could have ever expected. But with that relief came another huge dose of regret. I’d denied not only Caleb, but me and Charlie the life we should have been living for far too long.
She didn’t stir when we popped our heads around the door to look at her. Caleb stood staring at her without saying a word. Eventually, I dragged him from the room, saying that we needed to get some sleep while there was still time.
“You should stay with her,” he said, and for a second, my chest tightened with worry that he’d had a change of heart about the whole situation, but he continued, “If she wakes up in a strange place without you near, she might be frightened.”
“You’re probably right. She was asleep when I put her in bed, so nothing here is familiar to her.”
He pulled me into his arms and held me tight. I sensed the worry churning through his thoughts.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
He huffed out a breath and held me tighter, resting his cheek on the top of my head. “Do you think she’ll like me? I’ve not had much experience with small children. Besides the bruises, what if she’s scared of my size, or my tattoos? What if I frighten her?”
Despite myself, I laughed. It wasn’t that Caleb’s
appearance wasn’t intimidating. I’d seen grown-ass men cross the street to avoid walking past him. And I’d been worried about the bruises myself, but I realized how silly all that was now. Unless a child had been taught to hate or fear, they had a natural ability to accept everyone they perceived as good. “She’s gonna love you,” I said. “Do you know what she did when she met Cane?”
“She met Cane?” His voice was strained, and another pang of guilt hit me. He shouldn’t have learned about Charlie before Caleb.
“I’m sorry, he knew about Charlie first,” I said, worried that I had added to his hurt. “Don’t be angry with Cane though, I asked Thea to make him promise to give me a chance to tell you about her before he told you himself.”
“I’m not angry at Cane or you. It does explain why he was insistent that I speak to you though.” He kissed my forehead. “I could wish for things to have been different. But the past is the past and we can’t change that. I’m just happy that you’re both here.”
“Me too.” I leaned up, wrapped my arms around his neck, and planted a soft kiss on his lips.
“I would like to know what she did with Cane though?”
I laughed again. It was funny to think of him being afraid of a three-year-old. “She declared that she was a big girl and that she wanted to have her body painted.”
“Well, that’s easy to arrange.”
I pulled back and slapped him on the arm, and then did it again after a big grin split his face. “That’s not even funny. Now go. I need to get my beauty sleep and so do you.”
“Nah.” He lifted his head and stroked his chin. “This mug couldn’t get any prettier.”
I sighed. I’d missed this so much. “See you in the morning,” I said, wishing for all the world I could stay with him, but he was right, Charlie needed me with her.
“In the morning,” he said.
~
I gnawed at my lips and stared at my reflection in the mirror. With the bright sunshine shining in the window and the billowing wind of the night before a thing of the past, I’d donned a summer dress with spaghetti straps and a rose pattern. I’d even put on make-up, something I hadn’t bothered with in a while, and pulled my hair back in a wispy bun. I’d put Charlie in a cute cotton, racerback dress with a sunflower print. I wanted everything to be perfect, but I’m not sure what that even meant. The butterflies in my stomach made me nauseous, and Charlie was getting restless and wanted to leave the bedroom.
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