Chapter 70
CHAPTER 70
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I throw my bag down and pick up my phone. One thing this past two weeks away has told me is, I love Caleb Frazer, and I want to be with him. No more messing. I’m all in.
Caleb answers on the second ring. “April, where are you?”
“Hello to you too,” I say laughing.
“No I mean it, where are you? I’ve arrived at your hotel and they told me you checked out.”
“You’re in Manchester?” I ask, my jaw dropping.
“I am,” he says, and I can just picture his hand running through his hair in frustration.
“I’m at home, in my apartment. We finished early. I came home to surprise you,” I say, biting my lip when he growls. “Surprise!” I say.
Cal groans. “I was going to surprise you. I had some business up here. I thought while you were working with your rock star. I could keep you company out-of-hours.”
His husky tone never fails to send shivers of pleasure south.
“It’s the thought that counts,” I chuckle, although I would have liked nothing better than to snuggle up next to Caleb after a day of dealing with Lucas and his asshole brother. “When will you be back?”
“Late tomorrow night,” he sighs. “I have some meetings in the morning, then Mason and I will be on the road.”
“Until tomorrow night then, I missed you,” I tell him honestly.
“Not as much as I missed you.”
My week choreographing with Lucas Sommerfield was an eye-opener. His brother/manager/record-producing big brother is a tyrant, but he was pleased with the results, so I made it home in record time.
“I love you, I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say.
Cal groans loudly, making me pause. “Say it again.”
“What? See you tomorrow ?” I tease.
“No, little dancer.” My phone beeps, requesting a switch to video call.
I accept, my breath catching when I see his face.
“Hey,” I say softly, losing myself in his dark eyes.
“Hey, you,” he says back. “Say it again.”
“I love you, Cal Frazer. But I’ve already told you that.”
Cal drops his forehead against the phone. “I thought you were dreaming,” he says.
“What, dreaming that I love you?” I ask, loving the vulnerable side he lets me see.
Caleb Frazer, to the rest of the world, is cocky and confident. Sure, of himself. To me, he’s Cal, with the same vulnerabilities and insecurities as everyone else.
“But you didn’t repeat it in the morning,” he says, pulling the phone away and closing his eyes.
“If I remember correctly, I woke up to your mouth on my pussy and then your phone going soon afterwards. You were late meeting your mother. From what I remember, we were laughing too hard trying to find your underwear. ”
“Point taken,” he says, grinning, “but you can say it as many times as you like from now on. Just so you know.”
I roll my eyes and chuckle. “Don’t worry, you’ll be sick of hearing it. I promise.”
He pulls back, his face becoming serious.
“I love you, April Wilson. I can’t believe I’m here and you’re there.”
He moans again as if in pain.
“Come home to me as soon as you can,” I say.
“You can count on it.”
We eventually end the call. I throw myself back on the bed, before picking up my phone.
ME:
What are you doing tonight?
SAMUEL:
Are you back?
ME:
I am
SAMUEL:
Tristan’s Bar - the guy promised me some wine!
ME:
Perfect.
I get ready and meet Samuel at Tristan’s wine bar. Tristan greets us both with a grin and an open bottle.
“For the tickets,” Tristan says, placing the bottle on the table in front of us.
I raise an eyebrow.
“He got me tickets for the show he’s in,” Tristan admits.
“A lady?” I ask.
Tristan shakes his head, and Samuel laughs.
“His mother wanted to see it. I got her backstage passes to meet the lead,” he explains.
Tristan takes a seat and joins us. It’s not long before Quentin and Xander are pulling up a chair.
“Heard you two were out and about,” Quentin says, ordering another bottle of wine. “Where’s your other half?” he directs at me.
“Manchester,” I say, a little surprised they don’t already know this. “He’s due back tomorrow night.”
“Don’t look so surprised. Since you came on the scene, Caleb doesn’t write, he doesn’t call,” Tristan says, pretending to wipe a tear from his eyes. “He’s a changed man, and it’s all down to you.”
“A Marcus, two-point-zero,” Xander adds, laughing.
I know how much the guys rib Marcus about having settled down, although I know they all envy him for his family life. Caleb has explained their aversion to commitment and why.
“When are you putting our buddy out of his misery and moving back in?” Quentin asks, only to be thumped hard by Xander.
“Quentin,” he hisses.
“I’m just asking. It’s clear they’re mad about each other.”
I stare at the guys in front of me, and Samuel laughs.
“See, I’m not the only one,” he says.
“Don’t you start,” I tell him.
“Start what?” he asks. “That you need to take a leap of faith. That if you want a guarantee, buy a washing machine.”
I roll my eyes. It’s not the first time he’s used these lines on me.
“Don’t roll your eyes, baby girl. Even Caleb’s friends are saying he’s a changed man. The guy loves you. You love him, whether you’ve admitted it or not. There are no guarantees in this life. But I get it if you’re too scared to take a chance at true happiness in case you get hurt?—”
“It’s not just that,” I say, my eyes moving to Quentin. “This is where you come in. I need your help.”
My phone pings, and I’m surprised to see Caleb’s name flash up.
CALEB:
Where are you?
ME:
Out with Samuel
I hit send, missing him more than I thought possible. It’s only until tomorrow.
ME:
Where are you?
CALEB:
In your bed
His answer fires back instantly . What? Is he serious?
ME:
I thought you had a meeting in the morning.
CALEB:
I do, but that’s what early starts and private planes are for.
ME:
We really need to discuss your carbon footprint. However, I will be home in ten minutes.
I look up to find the guys all staring at me.
“She’s a goner,” Tristan says
“He’s a goner. Another one bites the dust,” Xander chants.
“Go, baby girl. Go and see your man.”
“How?” I ask.
“You get this moony look, and the tension just left your shoulders.”
I stand up. “Whatever.” I laugh. “Thanks for an eye-opening evening,” I say.
“I’m on it,” Quentin says as I make to leave.
I turn and smile at him. “Thank you. Enjoy the rest of your evening gents.”
“You too.”
They catcall after me.
I manage to catch a taxi directly outside, giving him the address of the dance studio. I take the stairs two at a time, pausing outside the door to catch my breath. The door, however, is thrown open, and I’m swept up and into his arms.
Cal kicks the door closed behind us and dives onto the bed, pinning me beneath him. “I love you,” he says.
“I love you,” I say, lifting up and kissing the tip of his nose.
He rolls onto his back, pulling me with him so I’m sprawled on top of him. He exhales.
“God, how I’ve missed you this past week,” he says, pulling me into his arms and holding me tight as if he never wants to let me go.
I swing a leg over his waist until I’m sitting astride him. His cock grows hard beneath me. The skirt Harper encouraged me to buy spreads out around us.
“I think we need to celebrate,” I say, rocking against him, my body readying itself, my desire for this man soaking my panties.
I kneel and push down Caleb’s sleep shorts, freeing his cock. It springs up between us, and we both moan with need. I kick off my panties and climb back astride him, Caleb’s hands sliding under my skirt and gripping my thighs. I rub myself up and down his cock, driving us both wild as he glides along my slit. I rise up and lower myself down on him, the swollen head of his cock stretching my opening before pushing in. We both groan as I lower myself slowly onto him.
“God, you feel good,” he says, his fingers flexing against my leg muscles.
“So do you,” I say, tilting my hips, making him hit that magic spot inside me. I rotate my hips, rising and falling until we are both a panting mess.
We continue until he pulls me forward, his mouth latching onto mine.
“I love you, April. More than I will ever be able to show you.”
“The feeling’s mutual. More than I ever believed I could,” I say.
Our mouths fuse, our bodies taking and giving to each other until we fly over the precipice into the abyss.
When we both come down, we lay locked in each other’s arms while our breathing evens out.
“I’m glad you came home,” I tell him.
“Always,” he says, and that’s the last thing I remember.