Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
Caleb drifts off to sleep against me, his naked body draped across mine. I don’t move. I can’t. I just lie there, my arms wrapped around him, the same way I held him when he was sick. Only this time, there’s no excuse for this madness.
None.
Eventually, my eyes shut and I doze off as the early morning sun pierces the window shades.
I dream of sunshine cutting through a rainy day, of puddles reflecting prisms of rainbows, of laughter ringing in my ears. It’s the first time I’ve dreamed of something so beautiful, something so hopeful.
Sadly, it’s broken by the sound of the door banging open.
I jolt awake, and so does Caleb, his neck craning behind him as he looks at Sem and Luke standing in the narrow entryway.
“Oh shit,” Sem says as Luke slaps a hand over his eyes.
“Could have gone my whole life without seeing this,” Luke adds.
They both start laughing, and Caleb glowers at them, making absolutely no attempt to cover his nakedness.
“Go away,” he mutters as he rests his body back against mine. He’s not ashamed of anything, it seems.
My cheeks are flaming, however. To have two people see something so raw, so utterly intimate. They turn slightly to give us a hint of privacy.
“Nah, we drove all the way here. And we did text you.”
“Ugh,” he grumbles, burying his face into my neck, his hands sliding through my hair.
“You’re both assholes to the nth degree. Why won’t you just go away?”
They blink, looking completely unmoved, and Caleb mutters, “Ugh, fine. Just give us thirty minutes. And you owe us both coffee and breakfast for this shit.”
“Fuck yeah!” They bob their heads and then rush through the apartment door, thundering down the stairs.
“Told you to change the locks, but you didn’t believe me. This is all your fault.” His breath is warm against my neck. The feel of him against me is a sinful, intoxicating bliss.
“Do you really think being locked out would stop them from showing up? They would most likely just pound on the door until we opened up,” I say, dragging my hand up his spine.
He bites down on my neck, rolling his hips. “Fine, you’re right, but I’m still annoyed.”
I am, too. I’d like to see what the morning would have held if we hadn’t been interrupted. But alas, here we are, and I have no idea how quickly Sem and Luke move. They could return at any moment.
“Let’s shower and get you dressed before they come back,” I suggest.
“Don’t wanna,” he moans and rolls his hips again.
Shameless.
I let out a small laugh and then bring my hand down on his ass with a loud clap. Caleb’s cheeks darken, his pupils dilating.
That didn’t do what I thought it would. It didn’t deter him in the slightest.
“You for reals?” he asks, his voice almost breathless.
I can’t help but do it again, watching as his eyes widen in surprise. He likes it. Oh fuck, he wants it.
“You’re only making it worse.”
He arches into me again, and I feel the strain of his cock against my own. “We can work with that.”
I hit him harder—a promise, a punishment for making me lose sight of my goals, of my plans.
For causing me so much trouble.
“Damn, you and those hands,” he says, rolling off me and rubbing at his tender skin. “And what do you mean, we can work with that? What’s that mean?”
I stand up, adjusting myself discreetly, my eyes landing on his pretty pink ass.
I did that.
I made his ass blush.
But I say nothing about it, just move into the bedroom without a word. I know he’s going to follow.
He always does.
“You going to explain?” he asks, folding his arms over his chest and watching me gather my clothes and set them on the dresser.
God, the way I want to fall to my knees for him. To worship at the altar of him. But we don’t have time. Right?
“You should shower before they come back,” I say once more. Not that he’s going to listen.
“You and your showers. What if I want to smell like sex for the rest of the day? Would that gross you out?”
My cheeks redden at that, my breath coming out in small pants. I normally wouldn’t like it, but I’d like it on him.
“Come on, Whit. Give it to me.”
The way he breathes that, begging, has me snapping slightly.
“Fine, you asked for it, Caleb. On the bed. Ass up.”
He stares at me, his mouth parted, his eyebrows rising. But he does what I ask him to. He climbs up on the bed, his balls swinging between his legs, his beautiful back arched up.
That cock dripping onto the bed.
“What you going to do?” he asks, peering over his shoulder at me. My hand runs along his ass slowly, feeling the way it flexes under my palm.
The way I’m going to make him moan. The way I’m going to make him beg for more.
Without warning, my palm falls on his ass with a loud slap, my hand stinging from the strength of it.
He lurches forward, a grunt escaping his lips.
“What the hell, Whit?” he murmurs, glowering back at me. But he goes ignored. He asked for it, and I’ll deliver what I promised.
My dad taught me that much.
My hand lands on his other ass cheek, and the jiggle it gives is so fucking hot my cock leaks.
“You look good, submissive like this,” I say softly, before letting my hand fall again.
It strikes over and over, my palm throbbing with the way it lands on his beautiful skin, the way those globes turn a darker pink with each slap, the way he moans for more.
The way he begs, whispering my name.
A plea.
“Whit. Whit. More. More.”
It’s my undoing.
“Turn over,” I finally snap.
And he does, his hard cock slapping his abs as he rolls over with a purpose I didn’t know he possessed, his legs spread wantonly, his eyes staring up at me.
A fucking dream come true.
“You want more?”
“Fuck. Yes.”
My hand twists around his dripping cock, and I shuttle it up and down his shaft, squeezing tightly, making him whimper and groan. He fists the sheets beside him, his hips fucking up into my hand.
I know the signs. The shaking thighs, the sound of his ragged breathing.
And then his back arches, his eyes screwing shut, my name on his lips.
It makes me come apart as well, my heart fracturing in two, watching him come undone for someone broken like me.
I’m falling so deep. Too deep.
I may never crawl my way out.
He lies there, breathing heavily, his eyes closed, as if he’s going to go back to sleep. But this detour cost us time. My hand slips from his cock, and his bottom lip juts out.
I want to lean down and kiss it, bite it, but I don’t.
Instead, I gather all my willpower and say, “Up, you need to shower.”
He peeks an eye open and stares at me. “Gonna make me?”
The way I stare at him, he must see what I’d like to do to him if he disobeys.
He grumbles, letting out a slew of curse words as he climbs from the bed. I stare at the way his body moves, all muscle and strength.
I want to lick my way across his body, taste each part of him.
Thankfully, he moves into the bathroom and showers, and when he makes another appearance, he lets me know his ass aches when pulling on his jeans.
“You’re evil. You could have warned me that my ass would be red from that.”
My eyes flit up and down the shirt clinging to his still-wet chest.
“And yet, curiously, you didn’t ask me to stop.” I step up to those pouty lips and run a finger over one of them.
They’re red and puffy from the way he bit down on them as I spanked that ass.
His nostrils flare, and he pulls my finger between his teeth. His tongue slides against my skin, and I feel my entire body shiver. The way I want to stuff my cock between those lips.
But then he pulls back, and his eyes sweep over my body.
“When you going to let me see your…?” He waves his hand toward my cock, and I feel myself stiffen. I don’t know when, if ever…
But before I can utter an excuse, before my mind can even come up with a response, Sem and Luke pound on the door.
“Open up, you fucking fuckers,” they yell.
I stare at Caleb, who just rolls his eyes at me.
“Yeah, yeah. You told me so. No need to say it.”
He grumbles all the way to the door, wrenching it open slightly. But Sem and Luke push through, their hands cradling two coffee cups and a greasy brown bag.
Caleb reaches for a coffee and then pulls out a breakfast sandwich from the bag. He peels it open with a groan and takes a large bite.
“Fuck, I’m starving.”
Luke lets out a laugh and pushes the other coffee in my direction. I take it from him with a soft “thank you,” and when the coffee hits my tongue, I’m pleasantly surprised that it’s what I actually like.
Black with a splash of cream.
“So, what do you two want?” Caleb asks as we all take a seat at the small kitchen table. I’ll never get over how large they all are, how much space they take up simply by existing.
“Did you not read your texts?” Luke asks.
He shrugs, stuffing his mouth full once more.
“Been busy.”
He shifts in his chair, and his cheeks darken. He peers over at me, and I bite back a smile.
“What’s the plan then?”
“We’re going to the aquarium,” Sem says, and Caleb shakes his head.
“What are you? Twelve? I’m not going to the aquarium. I have other things to do.”
“Like what?” Luke asks.
“Like…” He squirms again and peers over at me.
So fucking ridiculous.
Ridiculously mine.
Luke rolls his eyes to the ceiling. “Yeah, you got nothing. Now I know you want to mess around with your boyfriend all weekend, but you’ve been talking about going to this aquarium for months, so here we are.”
“That wasn’t me. That was Mal,” Caleb replies.
“Yeah, well, he’s coming, too. Meeting us there. So, get your ass up and let’s get a move on before traffic hits,” Sem says.
Caleb groans and stands up, rubbing at his ass. I can’t help but smirk as he does.
“I’m so going to get you back for this later,” he whispers as he steps around me.
The promise in that, an unspoken expectation.
I shouldn’t be hopeful, but I can’t help but anticipate what comes next.