Chapter 6 - Calder
CALDER
My heart pounds in my chest as I look into Kendry’s eyes, feeling the heat of the crackling fire behind us warming my skin.
The soft rug beneath us, our bodies inches apart yet yearning to be closer.
My hands are steady as I reach out to caress her cheek, before I lean in to capture her lips in a tender kiss.
Kendry's fears of rejection linger in the air, evident in the way she hesitates before deepening the kiss, her fingers tangling in my hair as if seeking reassurance.
I can sense her vulnerability, her unspoken worries echoing my own insecurities of not being enough for her.
But in this moment, as our bodies move together so perfectly, those fears melt away like the snow in Spring.
Our movements are slow and deliberate, sending shivers down my spine as I explore every inch of her body.
She tastes sweet, like the hot chocolate we shared earlier, and I can’t get enough.
My hands glide down to her waist, feeling the generous curve of her hip beneath my fingers.
Kendry’s body presses against mine, her warmth seeping into me, her breath hitching as my lips trail down her neck.
I pull back just enough to see her face.
Her eyes are closed, lashes casting shadows on her cheeks, her lips slightly parted.
A wave of tenderness crashes over me. I want to be enough for her, to chase away her fears and replace them with happiness, with pure and palpable pleasure.
My heart aches with the need to be what she deserves.
I remove my Henley and my hands slide under her sweater, her skin soft and warm against my fingertips.
I can feel her heartbeat, steady and strong, matching the rhythm of my own.
I lean in, kissing her again, deeper and more urgent, as if I can pour my feelings into her through this kiss alone.
Kendry's sweater, soft and slightly worn from years of wear, bunches in my hands as I gently lift it up, our lips parting just long enough for the fabric to pass between us.
Her breath hitches as our skin touches, her body pressing closer to mine, seeking my warmth.
My heart hammers in my chest as my hands explore the smooth expanse of her back, her skin like velvet under my touch. She trembles slightly, and I only want to wrap her in my arms, to protect her from anything that could ever hurt her. The thought sends a wave of determination crashing through me.
I will be enough for her. There is no other choice.
I have to be.
My lips leave hers, trailing kisses down her jaw, her neck, feeling her pulse quicken under my lips. I can smell the faint hint of her perfume, something sweet and wild, like the forests outside. My hands roam lower, tracing the curve of her spine, feeling her arch into my touch.
Kendry's fingers dig into my shoulders, her breath coming in soft gasps now. I look down on her, seeing the firelight dance in her eyes. My hand moves to her side, thumb brushing the round of her breast. Her breath hitches as I skim her pert nipple.
If there is any doubt, I want to erase it, to fill her with the certainty that she is all I want, all I need.
I lean in, my forehead resting against hers, our breaths mingling. “You're all I see, Kendry,” I whisper, my voice hoarse with feeling. “You’re everything and all I want, all I need.”
My words are my promise, a vow spoken against her lips before I claim them in another kiss.
For a moment, she stills as if she needs a moment to take them in, but then, as if my words have unlocked something within her, she kisses me back with an eagerness that matches my own.
Her hands, previously clutching my shoulders, now roamed my back, tracing the lines of muscles that tensed under her touch.
I flick the clasp between her breasts and watch as her fullness spills out.
I lower my head, my lips opening and my tongue circling her nipple before taking it into my mouth.
Kendry's gasp filled my ears, her back arching, pressing herself deeper into my touch.
I can taste her, feel her, and it is intoxicating.
My hands roam lower, tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, before finding the button of her jeans.
I glance up at her again, seeking consent.
Her eyes, dark and intense, meet mine, her lips swollen from our kisses.
She nods, a small, almost imperceptible movement, but it’s all I need.
I unbutton her jeans, my fingers sliding down the zipper.
I hook my thumbs into the waistband, slowly pulling them down, my knuckles brushing against her hips as I slid them down.
My breath catches as she lifts her hips, allowing me to pull the denim away, leaving her bare before me.
Commando…
Oh, fuck me.
The firelight cast long shadows, dancing across her skin, highlighting every curve and hollow. Tonight, she is laying bare more than just her body. She’s trusting me with her heart, her fears, her everything.
I slip from my jeans and boxer briefs, my cock solid granite. Her hand wraps around my length and gives long strokes.
“Jesus, you make me so hard, Kendry.”
“And you make me wet, Calder.”
“Let’s find out how wet.” My hand slips between her thighs and I slid it slowly to the apex and she’s not lying. “Dripping, sweetheart.”
“I swear I’m going to go off like a—” She moans as I find that little nub of nerves and rub it in slight circles. “Calder…” my name is like a prayer from her lips. “Calder…”
My cock drips with precum.
“Come for me, Kendry. Let me see you explode.”
Her hips raise and I slip a finger inside of her, finding that spongy spot and curving my finger over it.
“Oh shit… oh fuck…” Every pant is a new curse word and I chuckle. Her head rocks back and forth. “Yes… yes, Calder. Right—”
I lean down and slip her clit right into my lips and suckle.
“Calder!” The scream no doubt echoes through the Black Timber Peak mountains.
Her body shudders and quakes in my arms. If this was all she gave me, I’d die a happy man to know the beauty of this moment.
But she doesn’t waste time, she wraps her legs around my backside and nudges me toward her.
“I’m covered, if you’re clean?” she asks.
“I am.”
“Then get the fuck inside of me.”
Don’t have to tell me twice.
I settle on top of her and she guides me into place. “You’re home with me, Kendry.”
“I think an angel made me have to stop here.”
“A Christmas angel?”
“A Christmas angel.”
In one solid thrust, I unite our bodies and together we build a pace from slow and gentle to fast and hard, only following her lead. She pushes to roll me onto my back and with her red hair draping over us, it creates a tent of privacy. Her hips rise and fall, her breasts swinging slowly.
I tweak a nipple and her breath hitches.
“Yes, more,” she sighs through the words.
I roll it between my fingers and she shivers.
“It’s like you know how to play my body.”
“You are the instrument I’ve always wanted to learn, baby.”
She moans as I raise my head and suckle at the tip.
“God, your cock feels so good.” She rides me from tip to root, taking all of it.
“Take that cock, ride it hard, Kendry.”
She throws her head back and her pussy clamps around my cock. The pulsing is intense, like all of her fears and anxiety are being rocketed from her body. I grab her hips and thrust three more times and then release into her body, pulling her to me for a final kiss.
I grab a blanket as she rolls to my side and wrap us in it, looking over to find the dogs curled up together on Bear’s bed in the corner.
“Kendry, I don’t want you to leave.”
“I don’t want to leave… ever, Calder, but…”
“Stay here with me and take all the pictures you want. Follow your dreams here.” I roll to my side to face her.
“This is crazy, you know that, right?”
“Not as crazy as ignoring what I know you’re feeling, too.”
“I can’t say the words yet.”
“I know, but I can. I love you. I think I loved you before I knew you. You don’t need me, but I hope that you want me because I want to be your everything.”
“Everything is a lot.”
“I’ll do whatever it takes to support and love you.”
She smiles, something that’s brilliant and full of happiness. “Okay, let’s do this. I’ll call off my brother in the morning. He might still want to come check you out.”
“I think he should. Maybe his car might break down here, too.”
She laughs. “Oh, Black Timber Peak couldn’t handle two Sullivans. If you thought I was a mess, he’s probably twice as bad as me. Divorced, hardheaded, sensitive to a fault.”
“You were never a mess. But you know what… he sounds like one of my coworkers.”
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Why don’t you just let him show up…”
“You’re a trouble maker.” She lays her head on my chest.
“Let me show you how much trouble we can get into…” I lift her up and kiss her deeply.