41. Brat
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ANNA
I hummed, admiring the view of shirtless Caleb making a quick lunch for us. He had locked me up in my room the entire morning, giving me endless pleasure, and only stopped once my stomach growled for some fuel.
He was younger than me, but I didn’t know that he had a stamina of a horse and a refractory period of a best-selling toy.
I licked my lips, eyeing the muscles on his back, how they moved and clenched, the sexy dip and the low waistband of his gray sweatpants. My fingernails had marked him lightly, eight pink hues of my scratches on his back, which he wore proudly with a smirk.
“If you don’t stop looking at me like that, I will have you for my lunch, pretty,” Caleb said, catching me shamelessly eyeing him. His eyes were playful, and I loved the dimple on his cheek and how freely he smiled now.
I was grateful that everything was in the past. The big thing left was to tell my kids. Especially Aaron.
He had been concerned when I got injured, but didn’t question that Caleb was with me. He sent me daily messages and a bouquet weekly since he lived two hours away. But I have to tell him soon…
“Eyeing you like what?” I asked when he served us with delicious red-sauce pasta with beef and a side of Greek salad.
It smelled delicious with a hint of basil. Instead of sitting on another chair, he lifted me and put me down on his lap, his muscular arm wrapped around my waist. I smiled when he pressed me against his bare chest, his eyes lowering to my lips.
“Eyeing me like you want me to bend you over and fuck your pretty pussy,” he whispered, hooded eyes turning dark.
Even though my sex gave a throb at his dirty words, I was sore and sensitive with how he had ravaged me that morning once Kyle left.
They both were a handful but together… Jesus .
“I’m too sore for another round,” I said and twirled the fork around the pasta and hovered it over his lips.
He opened his mouth and ate the food, his fingers rubbing small circles on my thigh. “Fine,” he said after swallowing and licked his lips. “I’ll be a good boy until Kyle comes back.”
I rolled my eyes. Caleb and good boy don’t fit in one sentence. He kept touching me gently, eating our food and talking about mundane things like Alice learning cute dance moves from her favorite cartoon, Cillian’s upcoming surprise birthday party, and Aaron.
“We have to tell him soon, Caleb,” I said, helping him stack the dishes in the dishwasher. I yelped when a sharp pain of his hand smacking against my ass reverberated through my body. Warmth pooled in my stomach and spread around as I straightened up and glared at his annoyingly handsome smirk.
“Sorry, your ass looked amazing, and I couldn’t help myself,” Caleb confessed, raising his hands in defense.
“Bad boy,” I said, rubbing the burning skin and sighed. “Did you even listen to anything I just said?”
“Mhmm,” he hummed, pressing my back on the island and leaning over me. I wrapped my finger around the chain of his necklace that he always like to wear and toyed with it when he continued, “we can tell Aaron when he?—”
“Why did you and Emma break up?” I blurted out.
I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I needed to know. It had been bugging me for months, and even though I didn’t want to push him to tell me, I needed to know.
Shock flashed through his eyes as they widened. He blinked at me and took a step back. “You don’t know?” He asked, his voice distant. “I thought he might have told you.”
“He?”
“Aaron.”
“No.” I shook my head, missing the warmth of his body pressed against me. “He didn’t tell me about you, baby.”
Caleb swallowed, the knot in his throat bobbing. “I…” he sighed, running a hand through his short hair that made him look more handsome and youthful. He looked like he was struggling with words, and that was a first for me to see him like that. “I cheated on Emma.”
“W-what?” My voice was barely audible.
He looked away. “I kissed Aaron during her mother’s funeral.” His jaw clenched when he continued, “I was having a panic attack, and we kissed. We didn’t stop until she found us making out on her bed. She broke up with me and…”
He trailed off, shrugging his shoulders, his eyes fixed on the floor.
“Did she know about the panic attack?” I asked, keeping my tone neutral even though my throat burned. I didn’t expect their reasoning for break up to be that. Caleb had been loyal to me and Kyle. He had even declined invitations to parties with his friends’ group and politely rejected anyone who approached him in public for his number. He was possessive of us, and I didn’t think cheating would be the reason.
“I didn’t tell her.”
“Why not?”
He finally looked at me, his eyes clear and distant. “Because what I did was wrong, Anna. I shouldn’t have kissed Aaron when Emma was downstairs coping with the loss of her mother. I should have been with her instead of…” he ran a hand down his face and said, “I’m sorry I didn’t know that you weren’t aware of it.”
I sighed and closed my eyes. “You should tell Kyle about it, Caleb.”
“I will,” he promised, and I opened my eyes when he hugged my stomach on his knees and looked at me with doe eyes. “I’m sorry.”
His voice was soft. Sincere.
I ran my fingers through his soft hair and asked, “What are you sorry for, honey?”
“I didn’t tell you. I still regret it.”
“Did she forgive you afterwards?” I asked, knowing the answer.
He nodded, his hold tightening on me as if he was afraid, I’d run away. “She met my dad later that night so…”
I hummed and kept feathering his hair as he mumbled, “That was my bisexual awakening and I avoided him, Aaron, for months until we met at the university and… you know.”
We stayed silent for a while. Me leaning against the island in his baggy tee shirt and him on his knees, his face nuzzling my stomach.
“You can stand up now,” I whispered to him, my heart feeling lighter. It was still hard to process that he kissed my son. I didn’t want to prod him about the panic attack, but I could guess that he must have remembered the loss of his own mother and Emma’s mom’s funeral might have triggered it.
“No,” he said, his face lifting to meet my eyes, a small pout on his lips. “I enjoy being on my knees for you.”
I cupped his face and said, “Stop being cute and stand up. It’s time for Alice to come home.” Felix would drop her home soon, and I didn’t want him or my daughter to find us like that in my kitchen.
“Promise you’ll let me eat you out later?” He asked, his pout deepening.
“Caleb,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him.
He was acting like I was starving him from eating nutrient rich food.
“No. Promise me,” he begged, his eyes gleaming.
God, he was a brat.
“Fine,” I said, pinching his cheek. “Stand up and get dressed now.”
He smiled, straightening up to his full height and giving me a wet smooch on the lips. “I’ll see you soon once Kyle comes back.”
I nodded and followed him upstairs to look more put together. He had a meeting so Kyle and I would go to his place for dinner, and Alice would spend a day with Jem. I couldn’t wait to come out to Aaron and Alice so we could have family dinners together, even though it would be awkward for Aaron to eat at Caleb’s house knowing he’s my boyfriend.
Caleb was picking up his bike keys, dressed in casual pants, tee and leather jacket when the front door opened, revealing my ex and our daughter.
“Caleb!” Alice beamed and ran to hug his legs, making me smile as he picked her up, ruffling her hair. “Come play tea with me!”