Chapter 8 #3
“I’m sorry I pulled away. It won’t happen again as long as you promise you’re working on this. I’ll work on my own hang-ups too.”
He grins.
“I don’t think you’ll ever stop being clumsy.”
I hit him playfully.
“You know what I mean.”
“Ah, right. Your awful handyman skills.”
I laugh.
“Will you be serious for a minute? I don’t want to mess this up again.”
“I think we’re off to a pretty solid start,” he agrees.
Then an evil grin takes over his face.
He pushes against my chest, and I fall backward onto the couch.
He’s over me in a second.
“Now, will you shut up, woman, and kiss me?”
“Control freak.”
“Stubborn ass.”
His lips finally descend on mine, and it’s the explosion we’ve both been waiting for.
This man is everything.
We become a mess of heat as he pops open the button on my jean skirt and drags it down my hips.
My underwear follows.
He makes quick work of his jeans and boxers.
There’s something about the sound of a zipper that makes me instantly wet.
“You missed me, baby, yeah?” Cal asks as he guides his hard cock toward my entrance.
There’s no need for foreplay.
In a twisted way, our entire conversation was foreplay. It was real and raw, just like us.
Just like this.
He can barely wait to press inside me.
When he does, it feels like heaven.
We fit together perfectly in a rush of tangled heat.
The way he moves is soft and sweet, so different from our other times that tears gather in my eyes.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
He kisses me.
Then his fingers close around the top of my shirt, where the buttons begin.
He tears it open, making my breasts spill free.
“Cal!”
The suddenness surprises me after he was being so gentle.
“I had to see them. Had to kiss them.”
“Still as dirty as ever.”
“You’re never getting rid of me, sweetheart.”
He lowers his mouth to my breasts, tugging my nipples between his teeth before soothing the ache with his tongue.
It’s always going to be like this with him.
A little pain and a lot of pleasure.
I’m here for it.
He thrusts inside me, slowly becoming harder as he hits the spot we both need.
His eyes lock with mine.
He brings my hand between us, guiding me to massage my clit while his fingers continue playing with my nipples.
It’s so fucking hot watching his dilated eyes while I touch myself.
We’re nothing but moans.
I frantically circle my clit, desperate to reach the release building inside me.
“Fuck, yes. Clench again. Keep clenching.”
I maintain a steady rhythm, losing track of how much pressure I’m using.
His hand knocks mine aside and replaces it with stronger fingers.
“Cal. Oh God.”
He works me fast, and it becomes impossible to think with the tidal wave rising so close to the edge.
“I love you!”
I scream the words as I come hard, contracting around his length.
Cal breathes heavily as he wipes the hair from my flushed face, staring at me after my admission.
“Oh, baby. It was that good, huh?”
I laugh and push against his chest, my ego bruised.
Why did I say it then?
He’s going to think I didn’t mean it.
And fuck, I did.
He pushes my arms away and pulls our sweaty bodies closer.
It’s unbearably hot on this small couch, but I can’t bring myself to move.
Cal nuzzles into my hair.
“I love you too, Sloane.”
“You do?”
“Baby, I think I’ve loved you for a long time.”
I look up at him.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, maybe not love, but I’ve had a crush on you for years. Before I even knew Shirley.”
“You did? But we’ve never met, have we?”
He shakes his head.
“No, but I knew your ex. I knew of you and saw you around town.”
“You did, did you?”
I narrow my eyes.
“Are you telling me you’re a stalker, Cal?”
“Maybe a little?”
“Maybe?”
“Okay, yes. When it came to you.”
I laugh.
“This is the last thing I thought you’d confess after sex.”
“I want you to know this is real for me. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Well, after this newest confession, I might be.”
His arms tighten around me.
“Oh no, you’re not going anywhere.”
“Honestly, there’s no place I’d rather be.”
“I wouldn’t mind moving this party to my bed.”
“Way to ruin the moment.”
“You already did that.”
I look at him in mock outrage.
How is this my fault?
He shrugs.
“I’m a control freak. It can never be my fault.”
“You really do need therapy. You know that?”
He grins and helps me get dressed.
It’s already beginning to grow dark as we make our way across the court toward his house.
His bed does sound nice.
I hear a moan and a rustling sound near the side of his house.
“What was that? Did you hear it?”
Cal nods.
“Hang on. Let me look.”
We walk toward the noise, and Cal turns on his phone’s flashlight.
“Celeste, is that you?” he calls.
I follow closely behind him.
“Shit!” I hear Celeste yell.
When we round the corner, we both freeze.
“What the hell?”
Two people are standing there.
One is wearing a red dress.
The other is a man who immediately takes off running around the back of the house.
“Celeste!” I call after her.
She keeps running.
The man glances back at us. His eyes widen before he races after her.
My hands fly over my mouth as laughter bursts out of me.
Oh my God, Celeste.
What are you doing with your son’s best friend?
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