Chapter Twenty
Caleb
“Fuck, I’m cooked!” Kayden blows into my kitchen, and I stop mid-movement on my way to the fridge.
I turn and find him bent over, panting, his hands resting on his knees.
He holds up a finger. “Just a sec. Shit, it’s hot out.
” He emanates heat and sunshine, and my fingers itch to get my hands on him and suck up some of that brightness.
He eventually stands, smiling widely, and the fluttering sensation in my chest returns like it does whenever he’s close.
It still catches me by surprise every time, the physical reaction I experience every time I see Kayden.
Like life begins all over again. His chest heaves, sweat pooling at his temples, strands of golden curls sticking to his forehead.
“Did you run all the way here from your place?”
He nods, wiping at his forehead. “Seemed like a good idea at the time.”
I swallow, my gaze dropping to his flimsy running shorts that are so fucking indecent it should be illegal to run around like this. I’m sure in some states it is. I lick my lips, my eyes glued to his toned thighs and the soft dusting of hair that covers the tanned skin.
“You wear those for me, baby?” I rasp, closing the gap between us.
He tips his chin defiantly, his eyes gleaming. “No.”
“Liar.” I snake my fingers behind the waistband of his shorts and pull him in. “You wore those shorts for me, didn’t you, you little slut?”
“Maybe,” he breathes, but the truth is written all over his face. “Or maybe I just like running around looking like a slut, having all your neighbors’ horny-ass eyes on me.”
His words pull a guttural growl from deep in my chest, and I dig my hand into his shorts and grab his dick possessively. “Really?”
He rolls his eyes like he’s out of his mind, bored, and fuck, I love when he’s like this, trying to get a rise out of me. “Really.”
“Well, they can look all they fucking want, but this,” I pinch his dick, and he whimpers against me, “belongs to me and only me, isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
And just like that, his neediness takes over, and he’s my pliant Kayden again. “Uh-huh.” He thrusts his hips forward, and I feel his erection against my fingers. He’s not wearing his packer, just a jock underneath his flimsy shorts.
I lick my lips, about to drop to my knees, when something buzzes between us. Kayden looks down at the pink fanny pack slung across his chest. It buzzes again, and he pulls it off, then drops it to the floor.
“Aren’t you gonna get that?”
“Nope. It can wait. It’s probably just Mom.” Something flashes across his face, something I can’t decipher.
“What is it?” I reach out and brush the damp curls out of his eyes.
“I told her.”
My heart does a somersault. “You told her?”
He nods.
“What did you tell her exactly?”
He stares at me, wide-eyed. “That we’re together.” He pauses, his eyes shimmering. “That we love each other.” He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, his eyes not leaving mine.
“Okay.”
“I know we were gonna tell them together on Sunday, but I went by the hospital yesterday, and as soon as I saw her, I just knew I couldn’t keep it a secret any longer.
” He sucks in a long breath, pink spreading across his cheeks, then more words rush out.
“And she’s okay. I think maybe she already knew.
Or not exactly knew-knew, but it made sense to her the moment I told her.
Like the idea of you and me together had always made sense to her in some strange way.
What I mean is, she didn’t act surprised.
” He’s shaking by now, twisting his hands in front of him, his gaze flickering all over the place.
I wrap my hands around his, and his eyes lock onto mine again.
I smile at him. “Breathe, baby. Just breathe.”
He nods furiously, his eyes wet and filled with wonder. “She’s okay with it, with us. She’s okay with us, Caleb.”
“That’s good. That’s really good, sweetheart.” I rest my forehead against his. He trembles against me, and I wrap my arms around his waist and hold him tight. “And she’s okay with not telling your dad until we do?”
“Yeah, she is.”
“Good. I’m glad. Did she…”
Kayden instantly reads my mind because he stiffens in my arms. “She says Dad will probably freak out at first, but that he’ll come around. When he sees how much—” His voice breaks, and his hands move to my chest, fisting my shirt.
“How much we love each other,” I finish for him, and he nods, his breath hot on my face.
“Yes.”
“I hope she’s right.”
“Me too. I’m scared. Like, really fucking scared, Caleb.”
“I know, baby. I am too, but it will be okay.” I catch his lips in a kiss, and he hums against me, opening for me.
I dip my tongue inside his mouth, trying to pour everything I feel for him into our kiss.
All the reassurance and faith I have that everything will be alright in the end.
I slide my hands up his body, wrapping them around his neck, tilting his head so I can kiss him deeper.
He whimpers around my tongue as I invade his mouth, and he grows slack against me.
I tighten the pressure around his neck, and he groans softly, his hips shifting against mine wantonly.
Once again, everything settles inside me as how I feel about Kayden surges to the surface.
Feelings that have lain dormant my entire life, just waiting for him to pull them from me with his generous smiles and his huge heart and his infinite faith in me.
He clings to me, swallowing behind my hand, small noises spilling from him, invading all of my senses.
Eventually, we break away for air, and Kayden pants against me, swaying on his feet. “Wow,” he sighs, intoxicated, a blissful smile adorning his lips.
“Still scared?”
He chuckles. “No, just horny.”
A loud laugh shoots from my chest, and I press a quick, hard kiss against his lips. “Good. Horny is way better than scared.”
He giggles until his voice spills over into a groan, and he starts rubbing his crotch against my thigh.
“Ugh, are you ever gonna fuck me, Caleb?” Fuck, I want to, so badly, but something’s holding me back, and I can’t quite pinpoint what it is.
Kayden has asked me to more than once. Last time was when I had my tongue in his ass.
I keep telling myself that he’s not ready yet, but deep down I know it’s bullshit.
I’m the one who isn’t ready, I think. Not because I don’t want him. I’m dying to have him in that way.
“I have fucked you,” I deflect, easing him away from me, moving back toward the fridge. “Sex isn’t just one thing.”
He huffs at me, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “You know what I mean. I’m talking about your dick in my ass, Caleb. You know that’s what I mean, what I want.”
I rest my forehead against the cool surface of the fridge, groaning. “Fuuuck.”
“What?”
“I think we should wait.”
“Why?” He moves up behind me, placing his palms against my back, and I instantly feel the connection. The warmth from his body, the way my breath catches in my throat from his hands on me. “Why, Caleb?”
And suddenly I know the answer. It’s clear as daylight. It’s so easy to be vulnerable with him because he always is with me. “Because I’m afraid,” I admit, squeezing my eyes tight. Kayden’s hand moves to the nape of my neck, and he trails his fingers through my hair tenderly.
“I’m afraid too. But we can’t let fear limit us or follow us through life.”
“What are… what are you afraid of?” I ask, my heart in my throat.
“That you’ll do what you always do. That you’ll fuck me, then pull away from me.” His honesty blows my mind, and I can’t be anything but honest with him in return. Turning around, my eyes find his. He looks at me with nothing but openness and love, so much fucking love.
“I’m afraid of that too.”
He nods carefully. “Will you? Will you fuck me, then leave me, Caleb?” Fuck, I’m so in awe of this man, of his courage. And just like the stroke of a magic brush, all my fears and doubts fall away; the only thing left is the truth.
“No, I won’t. I’d never do that.” My eyes sting, and I want to drop to my knees right here and now and pledge my eternal love to him like they do in the fucking movies.
“You won’t,” he says, his faith in me apparently limitless. “You would never do that.”
“I wouldn’t. Because I love you.”
“Because you love me,” he smiles, then kisses me lightly. “Because you are mine, Caleb. You are my one true love.” My chest squeezes at his sweet, innocent words. It’s true. It’s only been a few weeks, but I know it like I know my own name. He is mine too. He is my one true love.
“And you are mine.” I press a kiss against the corner of his mouth. “Now go jump in the shower, sweetheart, and I’ll make us some dinner.” He pouts adorably. “And maybe,” I continue, and he perks up, “if you’re a good boy and behave, I’ll fuck you tonight.”
His eyes widen, then he clasps his hands around my neck and hoists himself up in my arms, wrapping his legs around me, beaming at me. “Really?” He draws the really out, barely able to contain his excitement.
I laugh at his eagerness as I adjust him in my hold. “Yes, really.” He pumps his fist in the air, looking a little too smug for his own good, and I decide I might have to spank him first, before I take his ass. I lift a brow at him, “Behave, remember?”
“Of course.” His eyes twinkle with trouble, and I know I’m going to have to hurry preparing dinner, because he’s going to be all over me again soon. But I can buy myself some time at least. “Bottom drawer in the bathroom. There’s a douche kit.” His eyes widen. “It’s new. I got it just for you.”
“I don’t know how to use that,” he whispers, his cheeks on fire.
“Google it, baby.” I kiss the tip of his nose, then set him down on the floor.
“Google it?”
“Yes, it ain’t that hard.”
He smirks, his hand sliding to the front of my pants, squeezing my semi. “Getting there.”