37. Caleb #2
GAGE:
Man, I regret dropping you on your head when we were younger.
MASON:
Hey!
GAGE:
I meant Beth. Why the fuck would you say that? I don’t need to know about his sex life.
BETH:
One of the girls I went to school with came for a sleepover and snuck into his room. She told me far too many details the next morning, despite my protests, then proceeded to ask the redundant question for the next week, ‘Did he say anything about me?’
BETH:
Bitch, if he had anything to say, he’d be saying it to you, not me.
MASON:
…which friend was this?
BETH:
When did I say it was a friend? There’s a reason for that distinction.
GAGE:
Before I drown myself in the ice bucket, Cale, where are you?
I roll over to sit back up, then pull Lex until she’s seated between my legs and I’m cocooning her with my thighs, hugging my chest to her back.
I lean my face over her shoulder and hold my phone out in front of us, smiling as I take the selfie.
“Hey, I wasn’t ready.”
I don’t know why she thinks being ready will change anything.
She looks beautiful, no matter what. I take a few more photos of us smiling at the camera, me kissing her cheek, her kissing my cheek.
When I look back over the photos, the last one is my favourite.
I’m looking at her like she hung the moon, and she’s looking directly at the camera, cheeks rosy and glowing from the setting sun and a smile full of bliss.
I send it to the group chat and then make it my phone wallpaper.
“Why did you do that?” she asks.
“My siblings were wondering why I wasn’t at the family dinner.”
“Oh no, have I kept you from something important?”
“I’m exactly where I need to be, Lex.”
My phone beeps, but I ignore it. “It’s something we do every Sunday. And I was the one who invited you out, remember?”
She settles against my chest, looking back over the water. “It’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”
I kiss her temple and wrap my arms around her middle. “I’m glad. You should come to the next one, after Christmas.”
“To your family dinner? Is that too soon to be meeting my boyfriend’s parents?”
My heart feels as though it’s burst. Her initials are painted on the walls inside my chest.
“Boyfriend?” I ask.
“Oh, God.” Her face pales as she turns her haunted eyes on me. “Have I jumped to that conclusion? Are we—Is that—Did I just ruin this? ”
“That was many things, but ruined is definitely not one of them.” I place my palm against her jaw, rubbing my thumbs over her cheek.
“I told you the other night, I want you to be mine, Lex. I meant it in every permanent way possible. If you want to put a label on it, then boyfriend would be a good place to start.” Husband would be even better, and holy fuck, just like the other day when Riley called her my future wife, I can feel my cock stirring to life.
Do I have a marriage kink or something? Whatever it is, it’s intrinsically linked to Lex.
“Okay, so we’re really doing this. We’re not just friends—”
I cut her off when I haul her mouth to mine, attacking her lips savagely. With a nip at her bottom lip, I drag myself away, leaning my forehead against hers.
“I will fuck that word out of your mouth. We are past friends, and we are most certainly exclusive. No one else touches what’s mine.
” I practically growl the words against her lips, breathing in the scent of sweet champagne on her breath.
The swells of her breasts are almost popping out of the top of her sports bra with the way she’s heaving in air.
She twists in my arms, coming onto her knees where she’s still between my legs. She rolls back onto her feet and slowly stands up. The low-hanging sun shines behind her, painting her form in a silhouette of gold.
She stares at me with confidence as she toes off her sneakers and socks. With a deep inhale, she moves her hands to the hem of her white cropped tee and strips it off, then reaches behind for the clasp of her lilac sports bra.
Her breasts spill free, and a groan escapes me.
“Siren, I can’t help but notice a lack of tan lines on those beautiful breasts. Please tell me no one else has laid eyes on you while you were sunning yourself. That I don’t need to commit murder. ”
She chuckles, pausing her hands at the waistband of her shorts now. What feels like thick gravel slides down my throat as I wait for more clothing to be lost.
“I tan in the backyard,” she says, and then she pushes her shorts and panties to the ground and steps out, leaving her gloriously naked before me.
“What are you doing, Lex?”
“Going for a little dip. Care to join me?” She winks at me, then struts toward the waterline.
“Fuck yes,” I grit and quickly pull off my clothes to join her, practically running for the water where she’s slowly making her way in.
The water’s almost to my knees when I meet her, wrapping my arms around her middle.
My cock is hard and straining where it digs into her back. I drop kisses on her shoulder as my hands roam over her waist and ribs.
When my thumb gently brushes the underside of her breasts, she leans her head back onto my shoulder and sighs. I trail my lips up the column of her throat and back down again before licking the same path.
Her hands come up behind my head, and her fingers run through my hair.
Fuck, I love when she does that. It’s like she wants to mark me, penetrate my skin with possession.
When she does it again, I growl against her neck, sucking on the spot right where her shoulder curves, squeezing one breast while my other hand wanders further down her torso.
The water sits just above my hips when I reach her clit, and she practically melts into me with a soft, sweet moan.
“Goddammit, Lex. Do you know how sexy you are? My favourite thing to do is worship this body. Don’t even get me started on watching you shake cocktails.
I love watching you work. Love waiting for those moments you sneak over to talk to me, and I get to learn something new about you to obsess over,” I whisper as I slowly ghost my hand over her clit, circling the tight bud as my other hand pinches her nipple.
I lick at the spot on her neck where I marked her, and her spine rounds and then arches, sending her arse back to rub against my dick.
I chase the movements and let my hand slide further down her pussy and breach her entrance.
Her fingers tighten in my hair as she moans while I gently fuck her with two fingers.
“Already so wet, Siren,” I say, nipping at her ear. “Always so wet and ready for me.”
“I’ve only… been like this... for you,” she pants, her eyes clamped shut and her neck bared to the darkening sky.
“And it’ll stay that way because you’re mine.” I rub circles with my palm against her clit while my fingers curve inside of her. “Now come on my fingers and prove it to me.”
She clenches around my fingers, releasing a pained cry, my name echoing in the wind. She pushes her back into my chest, whimpering as her fingertips run over the skin on my forearms, causing goose bumps to erupt.
“This wasn’t what I planned when I suggested a skinny dip,” she says, soft and pliant as she twists in my arms and pulls my lips to hers.
“No?” I ask. My mouth explores hers with wet, indulgent kisses as my fingertips ride up her back.
“No.” She exhales and keeps nipping at my lips.
I love making her come. I love anytime I’m inside of her, but these soft moments in between, where my hands lazily explore her and I soak up every kiss, feel just as profound.
Just as vulnerable. And they make my heart beat with the same fierce excitement as any other time I’m with her. “I wanted to seduce you .”
“You don’t need to seduce me, baby.” I laugh. “I’ll willingly bend to your command.”
She laughs against my lips and drags a hand down my chest and along my abs, pushing against my stomach, forcing me a few steps back.
When the water hits just below my knees, she stops, then pulls on my hand, guiding me to sit in the cool water.
It puts me almost eye level with her swollen pussy and I pump my eyebrows at her.
“I like where this is going.”
She steps over my legs and begins to lower down to straddle me, resting her hands on my shoulders. My cock is nestled hard up against her bare pussy.
“I really like where this is going.”