Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Caroline
“Sweetheart,” Justin whispers from beside me, and I open my eyes. He’s got me wrapped in his arms since we laid down. I was going in and out of sleep, trying to keep my eyes open. “Do you want me to carry you to bed, or are you okay with sleeping here?”
“What time is it?” I ask, looking up at him.
“Almost ten,” he says, and I bury my face in his chest, laughing. “Thank God, he fell asleep before the last credits. I think he would have chosen Beauty and the Beast next, and I think I would have put my foot down.”
“You lie,” I joke with him. “He has you wrapped around his finger.”
“I can be mean,” he says, and I look up at him and see that his hair is everywhere.
My hand moves up to play with his hair. “Yeah?” I ask him, trying not to laugh at him. The whole night was a dream. Coming home after this morning, I didn’t think I would be able to think of anything else. But here with Justin, he made me look at things differently.
“Yeah,” he hisses and then leans down and kisses me.
At first, it starts with just a peck, and then the peck gets longer, and he leans down, this time, lingering even longer.
The next time he comes back, I slide my tongue out and slip it into his mouth.
I push myself into him, and he rolls us to the side and takes the kiss deeper.
His tongue invades my mouth, and his kisses leave me itching for more.
Wanting more. He leaves my mouth and slowly moves down to my neck, and I give him access and close my eyes, his smell all over me.
He rolls me to my back, and his arms on either side of my head hold him up.
My legs open for him, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His mouth comes back to me, and he kisses me again, and then he stops suddenly.
“I really, really don’t want to stop,” he says.
I suddenly get a rush of embarrassment, and I lose eye contact with him.
“Hold on tight, sweetheart,” he says, and I look at him confused.
“We’re going to do this, just not next to Dylan.
” He motions his head to the side where Dylan is on his back passed out.
“I’m getting up now,” he says, and he wraps one of his arms around my waist and picks me up.
My arms and legs tighten around him, and he walks out of the fort.
I bury my face in his neck and rub my nose against him back and forth, giving him little soft butterfly kisses.
He walks us to his room and puts his knee on the bed and slowly lowers me.
My hands loosen their hold of him, and just like that, his lips are on mine again.
The kisses are everything you dream of. When you’re a little girl and you read all the fairy tales about the handsome prince coming to save you, this is what you dream the kisses are. This is what you dream would happen.
My hands roam from his neck to his shoulders softly down his back, and then I take the biggest step.
I raise his shirt, and I finally touch him where I’ve wanted to touch him since I saw him without his shirt.
My hands roam to the front of his shirt, and I slowly move them up over his abs and one hand rests on his chest right where I feel his heart beating under my hand.
“Justin,” I say breathlessly when he leaves my lips and slowly kisses me from my cheek to my jaw and then slowly kisses me down to my neck and right behind my ear.
“Everything,” he says, and my eyes close at the sound of his soft voice.
“Everything about you is perfect.” I shiver at his words.
His mouth is on mine again, and this time, I’m the aggressive one.
I can’t get enough of him. I want to touch all of him.
Whatever the future holds, all I want is this moment right here.
It’s a moment that when I’m seventy and talking to my grandkids, I’ll tell them about this man who became my prince for a short while.
“Justin,” I say his name over and over again as he kisses, licks, and nips his way down. His hand goes under my shirt, and I arch my back, itching for him to touch me more. Itching to feel his skin on mine. “Take it off,” I say as soon as he cups my bare breast.
“Fuck,” he hisses, and I move my hips up just a bit so I’m lined up with his covered cock.
“I need to close and lock the door,” he says and gets up, walking to the door and shutting it.
“I don’t think I can face Dylan if he comes in here, and I’m trying to get busy with his mother,” he jokes, and I hide my face and laugh.
“Don’t do that.” His voice comes out again, and I look at him as he takes his shirt off.
My stomach flips, and my heart speeds up. “Don’t hide from me.”
“I’m not hiding from you,” I say, getting on my elbows. “I’m just shy.”
“Don’t,” he says, coming back to the bed and standing at the edge. “Don’t ever be shy in front of me.”
“But …” I start to say. “I just ….” I try to find the words, and I know this could totally change the course of tonight. “I’ve been with one man my whole life.”
“What?” he whispers.
“I mean, you knew I wasn’t a virgin,” I joke, and he just shakes his head. “But Andrew was the only one I’ve been with, and I know …” I try to not make eye contact. “I can guess you’ve had your share of women.”
“Wow,” he says. “This is not something I thought we would be talking about before I tried to get you naked.”
“I don’t know about naked,” I joke with him, “but you were for sure going to reach second base.”
He puts his hand to his chest. “Can we use hockey terms?” he asks.
“I don’t even know what second base means in baseball. I just said it for, you know, the meaning.”
“How about I’m skating into the zone,” he says, and I sit up now, laughing.
“Okay, you were going to be skating in the zone,” I say, “but before the zone, I wanted you to know.” I take a deep inhale.
“Here goes nothing,” I say and peel the shirt over my head, and just like that, I’m topless in the middle of his bed.
He doesn’t say anything to me. He just stares at me, and I suddenly want to take it back.
I grab the shirt at the same time as I cover myself, but he pulls the shirt from my hand.
“I’m so skating in the zone,” he says, and he falls forward on me, and just like that, the awkward moment is gone, and in its place is the need that was there before.
His mouth crashes on mine while my legs circle his waist, and he holds himself up from crushing me with one arm as he cups my breast. “Jesus,” he hisses when I feel his hardness under me and move my hips.
“Nope,” I say breathlessly, waiting for his mouth on any part of me. “Just Caroline.” I try to joke with him, but he goes one up, and his mouth sucks in one of my nipples, and I close my eyes and put my head back.
He nips the nipple before sucking it in his mouth again.
I’m lost to his touch, lost to his mouth and his tongue.
I’m reduced to panting, my hands are all over his chest, and it’s just not enough.
He rotates from one breast to the other and then comes back up to kiss me, his tongue hot and needy.
My hands go to the side of his head as we get lost in the deep, wet kiss, then they roam from his chest to his back to his ass.
I press him deeper into me, and his cock is right on top of my clit.
The clothes between us are almost like a shield, and I move my hips once. He must wait for the second time because the minute I move again, he pinches my nipple, sending me into another orbit. “God,” I say, and I swear I might orgasm, and he’s only touched my tits.
“Justin,” he mumbles, and I want to have a sassy comeback, but with his hands literally all over me, I have nothing to say.
My hand moves from his ass to his front, and I cup his covered cock.
“Caroline.” He now says my name. I slowly open my eyes, but my eyelids feel like they are a thousand pounds.
“We are slowly skating toward the goalie.”
“What?” I ask him.
“You are skating toward the goalie, and he’s leaving the net empty,” he hisses, and he doesn’t move as he watches me not understand. “I’m going to go off in your hand.”
“Oh,” I say, smiling that I put him to the point that one touch, and he will go off. “Is that a bad thing?”
“Trust me, I really want to score.” He kisses me. “But I want to do it when we have the whole night.”
“The whole night?” I repeat.
“The whole night,” he says. “Maybe even some of the next day, too.”
“That’s a long time,” I say. “Are you …?” I try to ask him. “Can you go that long?”
“I’ll just have to show you,” he says, and it’s like he threw down the challenge. “Better to show you.”
“I mean, there are things we can do before then …” I try to think, but my hand on his cock and his fingers playing with my nipple are not helping. “Before we …” His mouth covers mine. “Before we pull the goalie.”
“You are so hot when you talk hockey,” he says and makes his way down, kissing my ribs.
His cock is gone from my hand as he trails kisses to my stomach, and then he looks at me as I watch him.
My elbows hold me up as he kisses my stomach and sucks in a bit, then goes to the waistband of his shorts that he leant me.
I don’t know how he is going to react to the fact I’m not wearing panties.
He looks at me, and right before he’s about to go lower, we both hear Dylan scream out crying.
He’s off me in a blink of an eye and already out of the door. I grab his shirt and put it on, then run out into the hall, and my heart stops in my chest. He’s standing there in the middle of the hallway with my son in his arms as Dylan cries.
“It was just a bad dream,” Justin whispers to him while his face is buried in his neck. “It’s probably that movie,” he says and looks at me, the worry all over his face.
“What happened?” I say, walking up to them and rubbing my son’s back.
“He had a bad dream that we left him,” Justin fills me in. “And he couldn’t find us, and when he woke up, he was all alone.”
“Oh, baby,” I say, rubbing his head, and he turns to look at me. My son who never had anyone but me to comfort him before is locked up in Justin’s arms, and nothing will pry him from them.