Chapter 43
Chapter Forty-Three
CALEB
To say I’ve been on cloud nine since the wedding a week ago would be an understatement, but that all comes crashing down when I pick up what I think is the letter Noah gave me on our wedding day.
It takes me longer than it should for me to digest what I’m seeing.
My eyes scan the words, and I see fucking red.
It would appear the honeymoon period is officially over.
I’ve barely been home a few minutes and was about to change out of my work suit when I noticed my phone battery was low. I only came in here to grab Noah’s charger, but this piece of paper caught my eye when I went to retrieve the charger from the desk drawer.
I storm out of his office and go in search of Noah and find him working out in our home gym.
“Is this what I think it is?” I ask, waving the letter at Noah.
His eyes flick to my hand and then back to my face, his lips parting as it clicks into place.
He holds up his hands. “Caleb, it was just in case?—”
I don’t give him a chance to reply as my hand wraps around his throat, and I push him back against the wall, air rushing from his lungs
“Do not even finish that fucking sentence,” I seethe.
He shoves at my chest enough to make me take a step back, but my hand remains around his throat.
“Caleb, you can’t keep running from this, and if the worst should happen?—”
I shove him again hard, causing him to grunt from the impact.
“I don’t need to do fucking anything. But you need to stop talking like the worst is going to happen, because it’s not.”
He grinds his jaw, holding my gaze. “But it’s also no time for things to be left unsaid. I’d rather just in case. That’s my fucking choice, Caleb, not yours. Mine.” He hits his chest for emphasis.
“It’s a fucking death letter,” I state, my anger rising.
This time when he shoves me again, I release his throat and step back, gripping my hair in frustration.
“I know you’re angry, Caleb. Don’t you think I am too?”He’s pacing now, gripping the back of his neck. “Don’t you think I’m fighting with everything I’ve got? I don’twant to leave you or Jessica. I want to see Jessica pregnant, growing our baby. I want to grow old with you.”
He’s breathless now, his own anger palpable.
“So don’t presume any of this is easy,” he continues, “because it’s fucking not—it’s excruciating. You and Jessica are my entire world. You’re my reason for living, for breathing, for fighting. You are my everything.”
I try to swallow down the lump of emotion, making it near on impossible to breathe as I take a staggered step back, my hand still gripping onto his damn letter. Because I fucking get it, of course I do, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it.
“I love you Caleb, and don’t think that letter there,” he says, eyes flicking to the envelope in my hand.
“Means that I don’t. I just needed to know that if, and I do mean if, the day came where I wasn’t able to say what I needed to, that you’d maybe find comfort there.
Not much, but hopefully just enough. It doesn’t mean I won’t spend every day showing you how much I love you either, it’s just a fail-safe, something for my peace of mind.
Because fuck, Caleb, you and Jessica will still have each other.
But my biggest fear is when I leave this plane of existence I’ll be all alone in a void, my soul searching for the rest of its pieces because without you it’s not fucking whole. ”
He’s right in front of me now, his nostrils flaring, eyes sparkling with unshed tears, his hands trembling at his sides.
Words fail me, but the look of need pouring off him has my body reacting. I grab his hips and spin him until he’s pressed against the wall, and I claim his mouth.
Forcing my tongue past his lips, I’m met with his. He tastes like mine, like he always has, even when I was too afraid to admit it.
I pull back. His breaths are short and sharp. “Tell me you want this, that you want me?” My voice cracks on the last word.
“I do.”
It’s all the consent I need as I push his shorts down, loving that he’s commando beneath them, just how I like it.
He kicks them off and then I take his dick into my fist.
“Fuck,” he says, dropping his gaze between us as he watches me work his hard length. The bead of pre-cum is a beacon, begging me for a taste. I drop to my knees, my hand still gripping him at the base as I lick the head of his cock.
His groan of pleasure at that simple action is like an aphrodisiac to my senses. I take him into my mouth and straight to the back of my throat, my nose touching his groin as my hands move to grip his arse cheeks.
I flick my gaze to his, finding him staring down at me, his eyes dark, lips parted. Raising my eyebrows, I stare back at him in a silent challenge.
He thrusts forward, and I open my throat, allowing him to go as deep as possible, and then he begins to fuck my face.
He lets out all his anger and frustration with each deep thrust, and I am here for it.
I will only ever get on my knees for two people and that’s him and Jessica.
Right now, he needs the control, the power, and that I can absolutely do.
My hand moves to his balls, and he hardens even more, his jaw clenched, his movements becoming even more desperate. My eyes water from the force as he races to his climax.
I give his balls one more squeeze, enough to have him thrusting so deep he cuts off my airway right as he explodes down my throat and I have no choice but to take it, swallowing his release.
He jerks into my mouth on a deep guttural moan, his release coating my throat until I’ve swallowed every last drop.
I pull back, a trail of saliva connecting us until it slips down my chin. I wipe it away with the back of my hand and smirk as he pants above me.
My dick strains painfully against the placket of my trousers as I rise to my feet.
His hands are at my belt, pulling at my zipper until he frees my dick.
“Fuck.” I glance down, watching his hands, the infinity symbol on his ring finger catching my eye.
“You don’t have to do that,” I say but make no move to stop him. “This wasn’t what that was about.”
“I know, but I want to.”
His dick is still semi-hard between us.
“Go get the lube,” he says, jutting his chin towards the counter.
He squeezes me once before dropping his hand and reaching for some towels off the workbench.
Pulling out the bottle of lube, I walk back to him.
He takes it from me, popping the cap and coating my dick.
I’m still dressed in my shirt and tie and suit trousers while he’s completely naked.
My hands move to the button on my shirt, but he shakes his head.
“No, leave it on, just fuck me.”
He turns around and drops to all fours, presenting himself to me.
Fucking him fully clothed and doggy style has me practically salivating.
I drop to my knees onto the towels he’s laid out and reach for his hips, spreading his arse cheeks, and then I start rimming him. He pushes back against my tongue.
I hum against his puckered hole and then pull back and reach for the lube. He shivers as I coat his arsehole before pushing a finger inside.
“God, you feel good,” I grunt.
“Think how much better it will be when you fuck me.”
It’s been way too long since I was last inside him.
I move behind him and grab my lubed dick, pressing the head of my cock at his entrance.
“I’m not sure I can hold back,” I admit, pressing against his puckered hole.
“Then don’t.”
I push forward slowly not wanting to hurt him, but of course this is Noah. He pushes back against me, taking me deeper.
“Noah,” I growl, trying to hold on to my thread of self-control.
“Just do it Caleb, I won’t break.”
I lean forward and kiss his shoulder. “You asked for it.”
Pumping my hips forward, I feel his tight channel clench around my dick as we both groan simultaneously.
I love taking him in this position. It’s hot as fuck and I know it will be quick but powerful with the way he’s choking my dick.
“Touch yourself. This is going to be a fast fuck, and I want you to get off again.”
He reaches between his legs, holding himself up on one arm as I continue to rut into him in a punishing rhythm.
I grit my teeth, trying to rein myself in, but it’s no fucking use, he makes me fucking feral.
“Do you feel that?” I ask, hitting him so deep. “How much I own you. Worship you. Adore you.”
“Yes, Caleb, you fucking know I do.”
“Then fucking come for me,” I grit out through clenched teeth.
It takes me three more deep thrusts before I orgasm, filling him with my cum, and he’s right there with me as he comes all over the towels.