CHAPTER EIGHT #2
“Jesus,” I mutter. I cup their weight in my palms. Round and firm, and her nipples are hard, begging for my attention. I lower my head and take one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hard bud.
“Oh!” She gasps, her hands flying to my shoulders.
I switch to the other breast, giving it the same treatment while my hands work at the button of her jeans. When I finally get them open, I pull back to look at her.
“Lift up.”
She raises her hips, and I tug her jeans down her legs, taking her panties with them.
“Look at you,” I breathe, my eyes drinking in every inch of her spread out before me. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t try to cover herself.
“Dread,” she breathes, reaching for me.
I capture her hands and press them back against the mattress. “Don’t move.”
Before she can protest, I’m spreading her thighs and settling between them. The first swipe of my tongue has her bucking against my face.
“Caleb!” She cries out, then immediately claps a hand over her mouth, remembering her boys down the hall.
I grin against her pussy, loving the way she responds to me. “Gotta be quiet, baby,” I murmur against her slick heat.
She nods, biting her lip as I go back to work, licking and sucking at her clit while my fingers tease her entrance. She’s so fucking wet already, her juices coating my chin as I devour her.
I slide a finger inside her, and she muffles another cry against her hand.
Fuck, she’s tight.
The knowledge that it’s been six years makes me groan against her, the vibration making her thighs tremble on either side of my head. I add a second finger, stretching her gently, curling them to find that spot that’ll drive her wild.
“Oh God,” she whimpers. “Right there.”
I suck her clit into my mouth while my fingers work their magic inside her. Her body tenses, thighs clamping around my ears as she comes apart on my tongue, her juicy cunt pulsing around my fingers.
I don’t let up, working her through every aftershock until she can’t take any more.
Rising up on my knees, I unbuckle my belt and shove my jeans down just enough to free my aching cock. She watches me with wide eyes, her gaze fixed on my length as I stroke myself a few times.
“You want this?” I ask, voice rough with need.
She nods, reaching for me. “God, yes.”
I lower myself over her, bracing my weight on my forearms. My eyes close when reality smacks me in the face.
“What’s wrong?” she whispers.
“Don’t got a condom, baby.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’d planned on us being at the clubhouse tonight, and if by the grace of the Gods things got to this point, I’d take her upstairs to my room. Plenty of rubbers there.
“I’m on the pill. For my periods.”
My eyes fly open, locking on hers. I’ve never been inside a woman bare before. I’ve got a strict rule about that shit.
No glove, no love.
I should get up out of this bed right now and take my happy ass home. But instead I find myself saying, “I’m clean.”
“Me, too.”
That’s all I need to hear. Guiding my cock to her entrance, I push in slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size. The feel of her bare pussy around me, hot and tight and so fucking perfect, nearly has me busting a nut.
“Christ,” I grunt, holding still when I’m fully seated inside her. “You feel so fucking good.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders as she adjusts to the stretch. “You too,” she breathes. “So full.”
I start to move, slow and gentle at first, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. But there’s nothing but pleasure in her eyes as she meets my thrusts.
“Faster,” she urges, wrapping her legs around my waist.
I don’t need to be told twice. I pick up the pace, driving into her harder, deeper. The air mattress beneath us makes a soft squeaking sound with each thrust, but I’m past caring who might hear us.
Honey’s breathing quickens, her eyes locked on mine, and it’s so fucking hot. I’ve been with plenty of women, but this…this connection is something I’ve never felt before.
“Caleb,” she moans, and hearing my real name on her lips while I’m buried inside her does something to me.
“Mine,” I growl, the word slipping out before I can stop it. I lean down, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, never breaking my rhythm.
She meets my kiss with the same hunger, her hands sliding down to grip my ass, urging me on.
“Yes,” she pants against my mouth. “Yours.”
That single word has me fucking into her harder, faster, the mattress shifting beneath us with the force of it. I’m trying to be quiet, trying to be mindful of her sleeping kids, but it’s taking every ounce of control I have not to roar like a fucking animal.
Feeling her pussy starting to clench around me, I know she’s close. I slip a hand between us and circle her clit with my thumb.
“Come for me, baby,” I command. “Let me feel you.”
Back arching, her inner walls squeeze my cock as she buries her face in my shoulder to muffle her cries.
“That’s it, baby.” I thrust harder. “Give it to me.”
Grunting, I’m right behind her, my control shattering as her pussy milks my cock. With a guttural groan that I try to keep quiet, I bury myself to the hilt and empty everything I have deep inside her.
For several life-changing heartbeats, we stay locked together, both of us panting, her legs still wrapped tightly around me.
When I finally catch my breath and pull back, she’s got the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen lit up on her face.
“Wow. That was...” She trails off, unable to find the words.
“Yeah,” I chuckle, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “It was.”
Eventually, I pull out and roll to my side, tucking her against me. She fits perfectly in the curve of my body, her back against my chest, my arm draped over her waist.
We should probably clean up and get dressed in case one of her boys wakes up and comes looking for her. But for right now, I just want to hold her, to savor this moment.
“You’re thinking awfully loud back there,” she murmurs, her voice sleepy.
I chuckle, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. “Just thinking about how fucking perfect you are.”
She makes a sound that’s half laugh, half scoff. “I’m far from perfect.”
“Says who?” I growl, tightening my hold on her.
She’s quiet for a moment, and I think maybe she’s fallen asleep, but then she speaks, her voice so soft I almost miss it. “I was scared tonight. What if you hadn’t been there?”
The thought makes my blood boil all over again. “Don’t think about that, baby. I’ll always be here when you need me.”
“I don’t understand you,” she says, shifting to look at me over her shoulder. “You barely know me.”
“I know enough.” I brush a strand of hair from her face.
“I know you’re brave and strong and that you love your boys more than anything in the world.
I know you’ve been hurt and let down by people who should have protected you, and I know I want to be the man in your life who never does either of those things to you. ”
Her eyes search mine, looking for the lie, the angle, the hidden agenda. But there isn’t one. Everything I’m saying is the raw, unfiltered truth.
“I don’t know what to say to that,” she whispers.
“You don’t have to say anything.” I press a kiss to her forehead. “Just let me show you.”
She settles back against me with a sigh, her body relaxing into mine. Within minutes, her breathing evens out, and I know she’s asleep.
I lie here in the dark, holding the gorgeous woman who’s crashed into my life and turned everything upside down in the span of a day.
There’s so much I don’t know about her yet, so much I want to learn.
But one thing I know without a shadow of a doubt is that Honey Mitchell and her boys are mine now.