Chapter 26
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
MIA
The water bubbles around me, pushing up over my shoulders as I sink deeper into my seat.
The jets hit all the right spots in my back and it feels amazing.
Tilting my head back, my eyelids fall shut as I soak up the heat.
Tella went to bed earlier this evening and now I’m just waiting for Caleb to get home from his game.
It’s my first time using the hot tub and now I’m wondering why the hell I haven’t used it sooner. This is the only option now that he closed his pool last week since the weather is getting cooler.
Lifting my arms, I extend them along the outside of the hot tub and let my head fall back as I let the water sooth my muscles. Soft music plays from my phone that I left sitting on the table nearby. I slowly open my eyes and look up at the stars sparkling in the sky above.
It’s a cool fall night and there isn’t a single cloud in the sky. The visibility is great and if I wait long enough, I might get the chance to see a star falling.
“There you are."
His hoarse voice sends a shiver down my spine. Removing my arms from the sides of the tub, I turn in my seat to watch Caleb walk over to the hot tub. He stops when he reaches the side, his gaze crashing into mine.
“I was looking for you.”
“I hope you don’t mind,” I say, staring up at him through my lashes.
His throat bobs and his nostrils widen as his gaze travels down across my chest. The water dances just above the top of my bikini. “I don’t mind at all.”
“Are you going to come in?”
His eyes drift back to my face, slowly searching my eyes as he reaches for the bottom hem of his shirt.
He lifts his sweatshirt and T-shirt over his head and tosses them onto the chair behind him.
“I already planned on it when I saw you from the window.” He runs his fingers along the waistband of his black swim shorts that I didn’t notice he was wearing until now.
He walks up the steps and reaches the edge of the hot tub. I can’t help myself as my eyes begin to wander, traveling over the flexing muscles in his torso. As he bends his knee, his swim shorts hike up farther and I see the black ink etched into his thigh.
I lift up, trying to get a better look to study the art he has tattooed on his skin. It’s Tella’s birthday.
“I’ve been wondering what your tattoo was after I first caught a glimpse of it,” I admit, my voice hoarse as I watch him lower himself beneath the surface of the water.
He settles back into the seat next to me, his thigh brushing against mine under the water. My breath catches in my throat and his eyes find mine, the corners of his mouth twitching. “You saw it before?”
“I noticed it when you were jumping into the pool,” I say, my voice sounding breathless as his body shifts, his thigh pressing harder against mine.
“Hmm,” he murmurs softly as his fingers dance through the water, dipping them below the surface before poking them back through. He slowly turns to face me, resting his right arm against the edge of the tub as he leans forward to tuck my hair behind my ear. “Do you have any tattoos?”
I suck in a sharp breath at the contact, a shiver trailing down my spine again. “I don’t.”
“That’s okay.” He trails his fingers along my jawline and down the side of my neck. “I like you with or without tattoos.”
“Yeah?” I breathe out as he flattens his hand along my collarbone.
“Yeah, pup,” he says quietly, his right hand lifting to stroke the side of my face. “I love you just the way you are.” His jaw clenches immediately after the sentence slips from his lips.
My eyes widen as the words hang heavily in the air around us. He meant it in the same way he said he likes me with or without tattoos. He doesn’t love me love me. “How was your night?”
“It was good,” he says, his fingers toying with the strap of my bikini top. “Better now that I’m here with you.” He pauses for a moment, goose bumps erupting across my skin as his fingers drift lower. “I don’t know why, but I can’t seem to get you off my mind.”
A soft laugh sounds from my chest. “That sounds slightly problematic.”
“It is,” he murmurs. His hands find my waist under the water and he lifts me to set me down on his lap. “I’m not sure what to do about it.”
“Maybe I’m just something you need to get out of your system,” I whisper, my arms circling around the back of his neck as my fingers slip through his hair. He’s the one who said he couldn’t give me anything more.
“Maybe,” he says, his voice hoarse and thick with lust. He slides his hands along my torso and over my shoulders until he’s pushing his hands through my hair to grip the back of my head.
I don’t protest as he urges me forward until my lips graze his.
“I think it might be worth trying, at the very least.”
“Yeah?” I breathe, the warmth and hardness of his arousal pressing against the apex of my thighs.
He chuckles, pressing up against me. “Yeah, pup,” he groans as his mouth captures mine.
There’s nothing gentle or tender about the way he kisses me.
It’s fueled by a deep seated need. Lust and desire, passion and pleasure.
Warmth floods me as his tongue pushes past my lips, tangling with mine in a frenzy.
His lips are bruising, his tongue a tease as he draws the air from my lungs. My toes curl, my fingers gripping his hair as he kisses me deeper, like he’s trying to fit himself inside me in any way he possibly can. He consumes me and I surrender to the desire driving my own actions.
“I need you out of this hot tub,” he moans against my mouth as his fingers trail over my nipples hidden beneath the thin material of my bikini. “And out of this bathing suit.”
I’m powerless against him. I wrap myself around his body as he lifts me out and carries me onto the patio.
The air is cold on my wet skin, but I pay no attention to it as he pauses to kiss me deeply again.
He gently lowers me to the ground, hastily grabbing a towel from the table before wrapping it around my shoulders.
“Come with me,” he whispers, his fingers threading through mine before he pulls me behind him.
He leads me to the back door, stepping out of the way as he pulls it open and lets me step inside.
I walk in first, but as the door clicks shut behind us, his hand snakes out, wrapping around my wrist to stop me and pull me back to him.
My body crashes into his and he drops my hand so he can push the towel away from my shoulders with both of his hands. His fingers dance across my skin as the towel pools around my feet. One hand wraps around my hip as the other slides around the back of my head.
I lift my chin, my eyes drifting between his eyes and down to his mouth.
With my arms wrapped around the back of his neck, I pull his face down to mine.
Our mouths crash into each other like a cosmic collision.
I can’t catch my breath, our lips locked together as we suck and nibble each other in a constant battle for control.
His hips press forward, his cock pushing against my stomach, rock hard and ready.
My hands abandon his neck and slowly descend down his body, taking note of every hard ridge and soft valley of his chest and abdomen. He shivers beneath my touch, a low moan rumbling deep inside his throat.
He’s panting, his mouth hovering just over mine as my fingers plunge beneath the waistband of his swim shorts. “Mia,” he whimpers, the sound altering my goddamn brain chemistry. “Touch me, please.”
“Because you asked so nicely,” I murmur, smiling against his mouth before nipping at his bottom lip. Both hands slide down into his pants and I find the base of his cock, wrapping my right hand around it as my left shimmies his pants down a little farther.
He moans into my mouth again, his entire body quivering as I slowly start to stroke his length.
As I reach the head, I roll my thumb over the tip, feeling the precum already there.
“Goddamn, Mia,” he pants, withering beneath my touch.
I slowly move my face away from his, my eyes searching his as I tug on his cock again.
“May I?” I ask him, my voice quiet as I begin to lower myself down onto my knees in front of him. “I want to make you feel good.”
“Holy fuck,” he growls, his hands moving to cup the sides of my face as I bring his cock closer to my lips. “You’re going to be the end of me.”
I stare up at him, my hand still moving along his length. “Tell me what you want me to do, Caleb.”
He lets out a breathy whimper, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth before releasing. “I want you to suck my cock.”
“Good boy,” I murmur, opening my mouth wide as I guide him inside. He lets out a low, guttural moan as I wrap my lips around him. He’s too big and my gag reflex is overreactive, so I’m only able to fit half of his cock inside my mouth while wrapping my hand around the rest.
He slides his hand around the back of my head, his fingers fisting in my hair as I start to move.
“Fuck,” he growls, his head tipping backward, eyelids falling shut.
I stare up at him, savoring the way his face contorts as I suck him.
The way the cords in his throat tighten and flex.
I pump my hand in tandem with my mouth, sucking him in and out, taking him as deep as I can, even though it makes me gag.
Tears spring to my eyes and saliva dribbles from the corners of my mouth as I keep moving, sucking him in and out.
Caleb’s grip tightens on my hair and his hips shift, thrusting his cock deeper into my mouth.
I gag around him again, my lungs burning as it momentarily restricts my flow of oxygen, but I don’t falter.
“That’s it, pup,” he breathes, tipping his chin down as his eyes meet mine. “I’m gonna come.”