Chapter 37
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Caleb
This cold and hot attitude of hers is driving me fucking crazy—and horny. I can barely keep my hands off her, the way she switches from ice queen to something softer, more vulnerable—to the person I met who soon disappeared from me. All I want is to fuck the cold princess act right out of her, make her drop the fa?ade for good. Claim my girl, the one who I gave my heart to and agree to spend at least seven years of my life hoping I would fall madly in love with her.
As we settle into the small jet, the tension between us is palpable. I lean in closer, my voice a low growl as I murmur in her ear, “You think you can keep this up, Em? Acting like you don’t care, like you’re above all this? I see right through you.”
Her eyes flash with a mix of defiance and something else—something darker that only spurs me on. “Leave me alone. You already lost quite a few things, keep it up.”
I scoff. “This is why you didn’t want me to touch you, isn’t it? Because you knew I would break through that shield, knock down the walls, and see you. See the wizard behind the curtain.”
“Honestly, my body responds to anyone, not just you.” She lifts her chin and turns away from me, but I touch her delicate chin and whisper into her ear.
Fuck, she’s really trying to piss me off, but I won’t let her do that. “You think I haven’t noticed the way you bite your lip every time you catch me looking at you? Or how your breath hitches when I’m close? It’s just for me, baby. You’re still all mine. You can play the ice queen all you want, but your body gives you away every damn time.”
She tries to pull back, but I don’t let her. I tighten my grip. “You’ve been pushing me, Em, testing just how far you can go before I snap. Is that what you want? For me to lose control? Because I’m right there, and when I do, there’ll be no going back.”
Her breath catches, and I can see the effect my words are having on her, the way her body tenses with anticipation. “I can feel how much you want this—how much you want me. ”
I run my thumb along the inside of her wrist, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my touch. “You think you can keep hiding behind that mask, but I’m going to rip it away. I’m going to fuck you so thoroughly that the only thing left will be the real you—raw, honest, and completely mine.”
She swallows hard, and I can see the conflict in her eyes—the part of her that wants to stay in control battling with the part that’s desperate to give in. But I’m not giving her a choice.
“Because the truth is,” I add, my lips brushing against hers as I speak, “you can’t hide from me anymore. I’m going to make you feel every inch of what you’ve been pretending you don’t want. And by the time I’m done, you won’t just want it—you’ll need it.”
Her eyes narrow, defiance flaring as she tries to push back. “You’re just craving sex. Zoe mentioned you usually have a different flavor every day,” she says, her tone sharp. “Maybe you should go and look for someone else—leave me alone.”
Fucking Zoe. She has a big mouth. I shouldn’t be surprised she shared that with Emmersyn. If it hadn’t been her, it would’ve been Audrey, Lily, or one of the guys. They’ve never approved of my choices. Not when I was flying solo or when I brought some woman to have a good time. They’re always watching me with that silent judgment.
Which is exactly why I always had to bring someone along whenever they were bringing dates. I didn’t want them to start bugging me, trying to set me up or, worse, thinking I still hadn’t forgotten my wife.
Because it’s fucking hard to forget the love of your life, your soulmate.
“Are you jealous, baby? Does it upset you knowing that my mouth has been on someone else’s pussy?” I taunt her, leaning in closer, my breath hot against her ear.
She arches an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smirk that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Jealous? Please. I’m just concerned you might not be able to keep up—or maybe you’ve got plenty of STIs that might be driving you to madness.”
Her words are sharp, but there’s a flicker of something behind them—something she’s trying hard to hide. I can see the way her pulse quickens at her throat, the way her breath catches just slightly when I’m this close. The tension between us crackles, and I can’t resist pushing her further.
“Aww, my girl is jealous and worried about where my fingers and mouth have been, isn’t she?” I tease, my hand sliding down to touch her thigh, fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her dress.
“Stop it,” she demands, her voice faltering for just a second. “I’m not your girl, and I don’t want your filthy mouth or fingers anywhere near me.”
I grin, leaning in closer. “It was just in there, and you seemed to enjoy it.”
“Well, I don’t want it again,” she snaps, but her words lack conviction, and we both know it.
I reach for a pen on the small table beside us, rolling it between my fingers as I study her, the idea forming in my mind. Her eyes narrow, watching me closely, unsure of what I’m planning.
“Open your legs, Emmersyn,” I order, my voice firm. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Her eyes widen slightly, a spark of something bright and eager flashing in them as my command sinks in. Without hesitation, she does just as I say, parting her legs, her breath catching in anticipation. There’s no trace of defiance now—just a willingness to obey, to see where this will lead.
“That’s more like it,” I murmur, my tone full of approval. The way she responds so quickly, so eagerly, sends a surge of satisfaction through me. “You always know just how to please me, don’t you?”
With a slow, deliberate movement, I slide the pen down her thigh, watching as her breath hitches, her body betraying the cool demeanor she’s trying to maintain. Her skin prickles under the light touch, her muscles tensing as she struggles to stay composed.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she stutters, her voice a mix of irritation and something else—something more primal.
I don’t answer right away, letting the tension build. “Just showing you how creative I can be, Em. If you’re not ready for my mouth or my fingers, maybe this will do.”
I trail the pen farther up her thigh, my touch light, teasing, until it’s pressing against the thin fabric of her panties. She gasps, her hand gripping the armrest as she tries to stay in control, but I can see it slipping.
“Caleb . . .” She starts, but her voice is shaky, and I can tell she’s fighting the urge to give in.
I lean in close, my lips brushing against her ear as I whisper, “I’m going to make you come, baby. And you’re going to love every second of it. You can pretend to be cold all you want, but I know the truth. I know what you need.”
I press the pen against her more firmly, moving it in slow circles, and she moans softly, her head falling back against the seat.
I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face as I watch her, knowing I’ve got her right where I want her. But then I see her eyes flicker toward the cockpit, a hint of anxiety creeping into her expression. “Caleb . . . the pilot—he’s so close. He’s going to hear me.”
Her concern is real, and it’s enough to make her hesitate, even as her body betrays her with every shiver, every ragged breath. I bring my lips close to her ear, my voice low and reassuring. “Don’t worry, baby. The door’s closed, and he’s got more important things to focus on. But if you’re really that worried . . . you’ll just have to be very, very quiet.”
I press the pen against her more firmly, moving it in slow, deliberate circles, and she bites her lip, her eyes fluttering shut as she tries to stifle the moan threatening to escape. “You can do that for me, can’t you, Em?” I whisper, my breath hot against her skin. “You can keep quiet while I make you come, can’t you?”
She nods, but the tension in her body tells me she’s struggling to keep control, to hold back the sounds of pleasure that I’m coaxing out of her. I keep the pressure steady, my hand moving with just enough force to drive her wild while she fights to stay silent. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps, her knuckles white as she grips the armrest, and I can see how close she is to losing it.
“You’re so beautiful when you let go,” I murmur, my voice rough with desire. “But if you’re worried about the pilot hearing . . . then you’ll have to work hard to stay quiet. Or maybe . . . maybe you like the idea of him knowing exactly what I’m doing to you. You want him to watch us, watch you come for me.”
Her eyes snap open, wide with a mix of fear and arousal, and I see the last of her resistance begin to crumble.
“Does the idea of showing the pilot how good you are to me excite you?” I ask, my voice filled with dark amusement. As I speak, I angle the pen just right, pressing it against her in a way that makes her jolt, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.
“Quiet,” I command. “He’s going to know I’m fucking my good girl. You like that, don’t you? The thought of him hearing how well you take it.”
She bites her lip, trying desperately to hold back the moan that’s building in her throat, but I don’t make it easy for her. I move the pen each movement sending jolts of pleasure through her. The pressure builds, and despite her best efforts, a loud moan slips out.
“Silence,” I order again, my voice low and commanding. “If you want to come, you’re going to have to be silent. Do you understand?”
She nods frantically, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as she fights to stay quiet. But the pleasure is overwhelming, and I can see her struggling to keep it together, to obey even as her body betrays her.
“Good girl,” I murmur, leaning in to kiss her neck, my lips brushing against her skin as I continue to tease her. “Now tell me what you want.”
“Caleb . . . please . . .” she whispers, her voice trembling as she edges closer to release.
“Say it,” I whisper in her ear, my tone dark and commanding. “ Tell me how much you want it, how much you need me, and maybe I’ll let you come.”
She’s trembling, her breath coming in desperate gasps as she teeters on the brink. “I need it, Caleb,” she finally admits, her voice barely audible. “Please . . . let me come.”
I pause, my hand stilling as I lean in close, my lips brushing against her ear. “As long as you promise to let me fuck that dirty mouth of yours. Look at me, I’m fucking hard, aching to be inside you, to feel your lips wrapped around me,” I murmur, my voice thick with desire.
Her breath hitches, her eyes glazing over as she stares at the silhouette of my cock, straining against my jeans, and she nods quickly, desperate for release. “I promise,” she whispers, her voice trembling with need.
“What do you promise?” I press, my tone demanding, relentless. “Say it out loud. Tell me how much you want it, Em. I don’t think you really want to come—or my cock.”
She swallows hard, her eyes flickering with a mix of arousal and defiance. But I can see the way her resolve crumbles, the way her body responds to my words, and I know she’s going to give me exactly what I want.
“I promise to let you fuck my mouth,” she breathes out, her voice low and trembling, dripping with raw need. “I want your cock, Caleb. I want to feel it deep in my throat, making me gag. Please . . . let me come, and then give me every inch of that cock.”
Her words ignite something dark and primal inside me, and I can’t hold back anymore. “Good girl,” I murmur, my voice rough with satisfaction. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. You’ve earned the right to come, sweet girl. ”
With that, I push her over the edge, the pen and my whispered words driving her to a shuddering climax. She tries so hard to stay quiet, to keep from making a sound, but I can feel the effort unraveling her, making it all the more intense.
Her body arches against mine, her hands gripping the seat as she rides out the waves of pleasure. I hold her close, my own body humming with satisfaction as I kiss her neck, her jaw, every inch of skin I can reach.
“You did so well, baby,” I praise, my voice low and filled with pride. “You’ve earned it. And soon . . . you’ll earn my cock.”
Her breathing is still ragged, her body trembling as she comes down from her high, but I can see the way her eyes light up at my words, a mix of anticipation and satisfaction. Gently, I pull her into my lap, cradling her against my chest.
My hands move tenderly over her skin, tracing soothing patterns along her back as I hold her close. “You’re incredible,” I murmur, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “So perfect. I’ve got you, baby.”
I continue to whisper sweet praises, my fingers brushing through her hair, helping her come down from the intense high. Her body slowly relaxes against mine, her breathing evening out, and I can feel the tension melting away as I take care of her. I stroke her arms, kiss her forehead, and let her bask in the warmth of our closeness.
When I feel her steady beneath me, I capture her lips in a hard, searing kiss, pouring every ounce of my pent-up need into it. The force of it pulls a sound from her, something between a moan and a whimper, and it only drives me further. My hand grips the back of her neck, holding her in place as I deepen the kiss, my tongue sweeping into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders, clinging to me as I kiss her like I’ve been starving for her—because I have. The way she melts into me, the way she responds so eagerly, fuels the fire inside me, and I can’t help but groan into her mouth, my need for her only intensifying.
She responds with equal fervor, her hands clutching at my shirt, pulling me closer as if she can’t get enough. I can feel her body pressing against mine, her ass moving rhythmically against the hard length of me straining against my jeans. The friction is maddening, her every movement making my arousal almost unbearable, but I won’t give in. Not yet.
Her soft curves grind against me, and I can feel the heat radiating from her, making it even harder to hold back. But I force myself to stay in control, to maintain that last shred of restraint. She’s testing me, pushing me to the brink, but I’m not going to break—not until she stops pretending.
I break the kiss, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes, which are glazed with lust and something more. “I want you so fucking bad, can you feel it, baby?” I murmur, my voice rough with desire as I press my hips up, letting her feel just how hard I am. “But you’re punishing us both, aren’t you? Pretending to be someone you’re not.”
She bites her lip, her eyes searching mine, and I can see the struggle within her, the push and pull between what she wants and what she’s trying to hide.
“But I’m not going to fuck you until you’re ready,” I continue, my tone firm but laced with heat. “Until you stop pretending and let me in. You’re not just punishing yourself—you’re punishing me, too. And we both know it.”
Her breath hitches, and I can see the hesitation in her eyes, but I hold my ground, waiting. The tension between us is electric, the anticipation almost too much to bear, but I won’t give in until she’s ready to let go of the fa?ade.
I brush my thumb over her lower lip, my gaze locked on hers. “When I finally take you, Em,” I whisper, my voice filled with promise, “it’s going to be because you’re bringing my girl back to me from wherever you hid her. Do you understand? I want her back with me. The girl I fell in love with. My wife. I fucking miss her.”