Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
“I’m coming!” I called to the person who was knocking at my front door. I opened it up to find a delivery man there carrying a dozen red and white roses.
“Delivery for Miss Van der Brooks?”
“That’s me,” I said, taking the flowers. “Thank you.”
He nodded and walked away. I closed the door, walked into my kitchen, and put the flowers on the table. It was eight o’clock at night. Kind of late for a delivery, I thought as I searched for a card in the bouquet.
I found it and smiled. They were from Caleb—no surprise. I chucked as I read it. “I’m the world’s biggest idiot. I’m so sorry.”
After getting home, taking a shower, eating dinner, and relaxing, I was feeling much better.
He had made a mistake, he owned up to it, and I was going to forgive him.
I had planned to wait until tomorrow to speak with him, but I couldn’t.
I appreciated him giving me space, but it’s not what I wanted anymore.
Grabbing my phone from the island, I dialed his number. The phone rang once before he answered.
“Do you not like the flowers? I know you said you needed time and space, but I thought they’d be something pretty for you to look at,” he said.
“Yes, I got the flowers.”
“And the card? You read it, right?” He sounded panicked and insecure, something I would never expect from him; usually, confidence leaked out of his pores.
“Yes, I did. I’d like you to please come over here.”
“I’m on my way,” he said, and hung up.
Not thirty seconds later, there was a knock at my front door. I walked over and opened it. He stood in the doorway, looking sexy as ever in his black sweats with his dark hair slicked back.
“Come in,” I said, standing to the side. Once he was inside, I closed the door and turned to face him. “Caleb, I?—"
“Theresa, please, let me speak first. I know I messed up, and I’m so sorry.
There’s no excuse for what I did. The heat of the moment got to me.
Instead of staying calm and listening to you, I majorly overreacted.
If you find it in your heart to forgive me, I promise that I will do everything I can to make it up to you. ”
Tears welled up behind my eyes. My big, strong, dominant boyfriend was being so vulnerable and sweet. It showed his character that he wasn’t making excuses or trying to brush his actions under the rug. He was taking responsibility for them. That was the kind of man that I wanted in my life.
I closed the gap between us and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I forgive you. I’d be the world’s biggest hypocrite if I claimed I’ve never overreacted. It happens to the best of us.”
He swooped me up in his arms and spun around. “Thank you for being the best woman in the world.”
“Well, I don’t know if I’d say I was the best woman in the world,” I joked.
“To me, you are.”
“Thank you,” I said, and leaned in for a kiss. Sparks of electricity shot through me as our lips met.
“You know what one of the benefits of fighting is?” he asked, pulling his head back.
“What?” I asked, unable to imagine any upside to this.
He smiled like he had just closed a big deal. “Make-up sex.”
“Oh, yes. I guess that is a benefit. I love that you always look on the bright side.”
“Mm-hm.” He nodded as he scooped me up and headed toward my bedroom.
I giggled as he tossed me onto the bed, then scrambled to remove his clothes. Soon we were both undressed, and Caleb pounced on top of me.
“You are so beautiful,” he said as he nibbled on my ear and ground his hard shaft against my pussy.
“Ah-huh,” I moaned as my stomach muscles began to tighten, my desire starting to build.
“I need to taste you,” he declared with such conviction I thought he might die if he didn’t get to do what he wanted. He kissed a trail from my neck to my swollen breasts, past my belly button, and to my pussy.
“Spread your legs more,” he ordered, and I complied without hesitation. “Much better.”
He licked the top of my clit, down to my entrance, and then back up. With each pass of his warm tongue against my bundle of nerves, I was pushed closer to my pleasure.
He inserted a finger inside me, never breaking contact with my clit. I jumped, not expecting to be filled.
“Relax, Theresa. Let me make you feel good.”
He made circular motions with his finger inside of me, grazing over my G-spot. At the same time, he sucked even harder.
The pressure inside me was building like water about to boil over. I couldn’t take much more of his attention. He was relentless, and soon my orgasm consumed me. I felt my muscles contract and then relax several times. By the time it was done, I was spent.
“I’m not finished with you yet, young lady,” Caleb said as he hovered over me.
I could feel his hard cock at my entrance. He rotated his hips to insert his tip into me, then pulled out. The teasing built up my arousal again.
“Please, Sir. Take me,” I finally begged when I couldn’t take another moment of him outside of me.
He smiled and bent his head forward, kissing me. His lips were firm and commanding. I submitted to him, opening my mouth to let his tongue inside. At the same time, he thrust his cock deep inside my wetness.
He set a fast pace, never breaking either of our connections. My second orgasm built faster than my first, and soon I was pushed over the edge again into an abyss of pleasure.
“Gorgeous,” he whispered, breaking our kiss and hovering just above me.
He grunted and stilled as his warm seed flowed inside of me. I gazed up at him. His eyes were closed, the muscles of his face tensed as if he were concentrating. Then, with the last pumps of his release, he relaxed.
“What?” he asked, opening his eyes and staring down at me.
“You’re so focused when you come.”
He chuckled. “No one has ever told me that. But I guess I am,” he admitted, giving me a peck on the lips and then pulling himself out of me. “I think a shower is in order.”
“I could go for one.”
He smiled. “Excellent. You go pee, and I’ll get it started.”
“You got it, Sir.”
He made no motion to move.
“Um, hun. I can’t exactly do as you told me unless you get up.”
“I know. I just wanted to take this moment to gaze at you. To think I almost lost you because I overreacted. I was such a fool.”
“No, you weren’t,” I said, and brought my right hand up to rub his shoulder. “You’re human. You made a mistake. What matters is that you learned from it, and our relationship has grown. Things like this will happen. But we will face them and deal with them together.”
“I love you so much, Theresa Van der Brooks.”
“I love you too, Caleb McDuffie.”
Never in a million years could I have imagined that this was how my day was going to go when we got back from our vacation.
It had been a roller coaster ride, one that I’d be okay with never repeating.
But I was grateful for what Grace did. She might have intended for her actions to crush us, but they only made us stronger.
It led to this moment. It was one that I’d cherish for the rest of my life.