Chapter 14 #2
“And what does he do?” Mom asked, and I wanted to narrow my gaze, wondering exactly why she was asking. It wasn’t as if I talked to my mom anymore.
“He owns his own mechanic shop. It’s a family business.”
My mom studied my face, and I was ready for some judgment. “Caldwell’s. He’s Weston Caldwell?”
I froze, those in my family going silent as others in the room talked amongst themselves.
“You know Caldwell’s?” I asked, my voice pleasant.
Mom set down her knitting and nodded. “Yes. Your father took me to Cage Lake a couple of times. But it was long before Weston would have owned it. I probably met his father then when I had a flat tire.”
“You went to Cage Lake. With Dad.” I hadn’t known my voice could be so emotionless while anger, despair, and confusion warred beneath the surface.
My mom’s eyes tightened. “Yes. Your father and I loved each other very much. And we had five beautiful children from that love. We might not have had our marriage blanket or wedding, but we loved each other, Isabella. Much like I hope you love Weston.”
I had wanted to ask her why she wanted to compare us.
Why she would allow herself to be the other woman.
But I didn’t understand my mother. Perhaps she had the relationship she wanted, and it had worked well with Melanie.
I didn’t know the ins and outs of that. The only thing in this moment that I cared about was her lies.
That she had hidden so much from us. But then I looked over at Sophia, at the way she swallowed hard, and I knew I wasn’t going to ruin today.
No matter the tightening in my chest that returned.
“Cage Lake is stunning. It’s relaxing there. The view of Champagne Peak alone takes your breath away. I’ve enjoyed staying at your house, Blakely,” I said, putting on a smile that I hoped reached my eyes.
My best friend patted my hand and looked over at Sophia. “If you don’t want to use one of the rentals, you’re welcome to stay at our place too,” Blakely said to Sophia. “I know you have your honeymoon coming up, but I know Aston would love everybody to spend more time in Cage Lake.”
“I have plans on doing so,” Sophia said. “Especially because Dorian gave me a couple of ideas.”
“I’m kind of afraid what ideas Dorian would have given you,” I said on a laugh.
And soon we moved on to other parts of conversations, and I did not look at my mother again. I would have to find a way to make this work. For our family, and for the tightening in my chest.
But not in the moment.
By the time the evening wore down, and we decided to go to bed slightly early because of the wedding, I said my goodbyes and made my way to my hotel room. As soon as I opened the door, I nearly screamed when I realized there was already someone in there.
Weston held up both hands, his Henley’s sleeves pulled up to show off his forearms, his jeans worn and fit to his body. He wore no shoes, and his hair was messy as if he had been running his hands through it over and over repeatedly.
And my heart couldn’t stop racing, and it had nothing to do with being scared.
“I texted you. I’m sorry, baby.” He moved forward and cupped my face even as the door snicked closed behind me. “I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s not your fault. You told me you would be here.”
He brushed his lips against mine, and just like that, the pressure in my chest eased, and I wrapped my arms around his waist.
“You taste like champagne and strawberries.” He brushed his lips against my jaw and bit down gently.
I shivered in his hold, my toes curling in my flats.
“I only had one glass, but it was a very good glass.”
“Aston said he was sending along the best.” Weston bit along my neck, sending quakes down my spine.
“How was dinner?” I asked. He had gone out to dinner with his siblings, a small vacation for the four of them before their lives changed once again.
“Damn good. That Thai place that Dorian suggested was perfect for us.”
“He’s really good at that. Though I do know that Theo offered up a spot in his reservations.”
I pulled back and blinked. “It is damn hard to get into the Teal Door,” I said, speaking of one of my brother’s fine dining restaurants.
“I guess it helps to know the family,” Weston said with a laugh.
“You should go.”
“Not with my siblings. I’ll take you though.”
A smile crossed my face. “Yes?”
“Yes. Because it’ll be fun fucking you with my fingers underneath the table when nobody’s watching. A nice fine dining restaurant, when I get to have my fill.”
My face heated, and I patted his chest.
“You are terrible.”
“That’s not what you said the last time I had my face on your pussy.”
“Because I like it when I’m riding your face.”
“Do you want to do that now?” he asked, and I pressed my thighs together, already wet thinking about it.
“Maybe.”
“First though, I have a present.”
“Is it your cock?” I asked in my most pleasant voice.
He threw his head back and laughed, then tugged me toward the large, spacious bathroom.
As soon as we walked in, I froze, my heart in my throat.
He had lit tea light candles all around the bathroom, filled the tub with still steaming hot water, with bubbles and rose petals scattered all over.
“Blakely told me when you would be heading over here, so I think I got the water temperature just right.”
“You did this for us?” I asked, my voice breathy.
“I did this for you, but I can join if you want. I know you need to relax, baby. It’s been a shit show recently, and I figured a hot bath before you have to deal with all of the wedding festivities tomorrow was the way to go.”
I turned in his arms, went to my tiptoes, and pressed a kiss to his mouth.
“No one’s ever made me a bath like this before.”
He scowled. “I didn’t before?” he asked, and I knew he was speaking of eight years prior.
“I had a really crappy tub at my old apartment, and there wasn’t any space for even me to have a true bath.”
“Well I’m glad I’m fixing this now.”
“You know, I think there’s enough space for you to join me,” I whispered.
“If I join you, I’m going to fuck you in that tub. Are you ready for that?”
“Weston, haven’t you realized by now that I’m always ready for you?” I asked, and then his lips were on mine, sweet and gentle.
We slowly stripped each other, exploring one another as we did so.
I loved this side of Weston. Yes, he could be rough, grouchy, and overbearing, and I loved that part of him too. The gentle side of him, the one who wanted to ensure that these panic attacks went away and I had someone to lean on, that part scared me.
Because I was falling so head over heels in love with Weston Caldwell, that I could barely hold on to what was in front of me.
“Oh that’s hot,” I hissed as I dipped one foot into the tub, then the other. Weston held on to my hand, ensuring I didn’t slip, as he followed me into the tub, me with my back to him. His rock-hard erection pressed against me, and I wiggled slightly, unable to keep still.
“You keep doing that, we’re going to have a problem before we even start,” he said, nipping at my shoulder.
I smiled, leaning against him. “Okay. We could do that.”
“First though, we relax.”
And so I took him to heart, resting my head against the warmth and sturdiness of his chest, as the water covered my breasts, and he just held me.
When his hands began to lazily draw over my skin, I moaned, my eyes closed as he explored. He traced circles over my nipples, and they pebbled beneath the water. My breath caught, and I leaned into the moment, just allowing myself to breathe.
When his fingers dipped lower, over my stomach, and between my legs, I widened for him, needing him. That was the problem. I always needed this man and Isabella Cage Dixon didn’t need anyone. I’d long learned that lesson in order to protect those I loved.
“So eager,” he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. “Let’s see exactly what we have here.” And in that moment, he slowly explored my lower lips before spreading me with two fingers.
“Weston,” I panted.
“That’s it, take me.”
He slid his middle finger inside, the thick digit already stretching me. With one hand on my breast, he rocked into me, nearly sending me over the edge with just one finger.
Then he inserted two fingers, and I let out a shocked gasp.
“How are your fingers so big?”
“And my cock is bigger. I’m going to stretch you, baby. Are you ready for that?”
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “Always. For you.”
“Damn straight.”
He kissed the side of my neck, before he moved quickly. Water sloshed over the side of the tub, but I didn’t care. Instead he somehow moved me quickly onto the bench on the side of the bath, my back to the window as he went onto his knees in the bathtub and spread my thighs.
“There it is. That’s what I’ve been searching for.”
“Seriously?” I asked, leaning my back against the cool glass. It was clouded and tinted so nobody could see inside, but just the thought that somebody could nearly sent me over.
“Let’s see exactly where you are,” he whispered before he shoved three fingers deep inside me.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, as he stretched me wide, exploring my inner walls as he found that bundle of nerves and rubbed.
My breath came in pants as my throat tightened, the feel of him inside me taking over.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head, as his thumb pressed along my clit, and then I was coming, rocking my hips over his hand as he kept me steady.
“That’s a good girl.”
And before I could breathe, his mouth was on me, his tongue spearing me.
His tongue moved inside me, licking at my inner walls, exploring.
I’d never felt that sensation before Weston and hadn’t thought it was possible to know the difference between tongue, fingers, and so much more.
But Weston was on another level. He lapped at me before rubbing his face along my clit, continuing to explore.
I knew I was swollen, tight, and all I could do was lean into him, wanting more.
“There you go. That’s my girl.”
When I came again, he lapped up every drop of me, and I should have been embarrassed. I was so damn wet you could hear every single slick motion echoing in the bathroom. But I didn’t care.
He pulled me up to my feet, the water at my calves, and he kissed me softly. Once again, I could taste myself on him, and I loved it. But what I really wanted was to taste him.
So I went to my knees before he could say anything, more water sloshing over the edge of the tub, and took him into my mouth.
He was far too big for me to swallow him whole, so I used two hands at the base of him, squeezing and tightening so I could bob my head.
The piercing slid along the roof of my mouth, and I flattened my tongue, taking more of him.
“Bella,” he groaned. He wrapped my hair in his fist, keeping me steady as he slowly worked his way in and out of my mouth. “That’s it, swallow against me so I go deeper. You’re going to take all of me. We’ve been practicing.”
I nodded, his cock deep in my mouth. We had been practicing for me to deep throat, so I relaxed, flattening my tongue as he slowly went deeper and deeper until my nose pressed against the root of him, and I gagged. When he pulled out, I took in a deep breath and licked my lips.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled.
“More,” I said, then I was there, taking him, every inch. I never knew I could do this, but with Weston I felt like I could do anything.
And when he was nearly ready to come, he pulled out and pulled me to my feet.
“I need to be inside you.”
“We’re going to break our necks in this tub,” I said with a laugh.
“Exactly.”
We found ourselves against the bathroom counter, and I went to tiptoes on one foot, and lifted my leg to straddle the counter with the other.
We faced the mirror, and I met his gaze as he slammed into me from behind, his hands hard on my hips.
I let out a gasp, but I couldn’t think. I just watched his face as he moved in me, fucking me hard from behind, and I wanted more. My breasts bounced, and I couldn’t help but move with each motion, knowing at this angle he was deeper than he ever had been before.
He pulled out of me and twisted me around before sitting me on the edge of the counter. “I need you to watch me as I fill you. Look at my cock filling this pussy. Whose pussy is this?” he asked as he slammed into me over and over again, using the motion to emphasize each word.
“Yours. It’s your pussy.”
“That’s my Bella.”
He fucked me on the counter, both of us reaching for one another in a way that we hadn’t been before. And when I came again, clamping around him, he groaned my name against my lips as he filled me. He pulled out and pressed his hand to my pussy, keeping his cum inside.
“What does that say about me that you filled with my cum is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen?”
I bit my lip and looked down between us. “You know, I’m a strong, independent woman. And yes, it’s the hottest fucking thing.”
He laughed before pulling his hand away and sticking one finger in my mouth. I licked the taste of us before he kissed me again, his hand on the back of my neck.
“I like it when we go soft, when we go this hard, I just like being with you, Bella.”
And I held on to him, knowing I wanted more.
Because somehow, I had fallen truly in love with Weston Caldwell.
And I didn’t know what he wanted.