Chapter Thirty-Seven
Caleb
By the time I arrive home after celebrating with the guys, Indi is already back from work. I didn’t text her the news because I wanted to tell her properly, face to face. So the second Chad pulls away from the curb, I hurry through the front door and head straight for the bedroom.
“Indi?” I call out.
“I’m in here.”
I pick up my pace and walk into the bedroom only to stop dead in my tracks. She’s sitting up in bed wearing her pajamas, reading a book with her glasses perched low on the end of her nose, and Jesus Christ… it might genuinely be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“What?” she asks slowly, noticing the way I’m staring at her. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Fuck, baby! You look ridiculously hot in glasses.”
My cock instantly twitches awake as I slowly move toward the bed.
She giggles softly and shakes her head before removing the glasses and placing them on the bedside table. “You seem happy,” she says suspiciously. “Did something happen?”
“The album,” I say while climbing onto the bed beside her.
She sits up straighter and curls against my side. “It’s doing well?”
I grin. “Platinum… in six countries.”
Her eyes go wide before she screams and practically launches herself at me. “Oh my God!” She wraps herself around me tightly, and I hold her back with a laugh, wincing slightly at the pressure on my side but not caring even remotely.
This moment is worth every ache.
“Oh my God, Caleb,” she shouts again, while pulling back enough to look at me properly. “You’re actually doing it. You’re making it!”
I can’t stop smiling. “Well… we are. The whole band.”
“I told you I believed in you,” she says triumphantly. “I knew you’d do this.”
“Of course, oh, wise and wonderful little Indi.” I lean in and kiss her, smiling against her lips while she giggles softly.
But then the mood shifts.
Her excitement slowly melts into something warmer, and judging by the look she’s giving me now, I suddenly realize tonight might finally be the night I get to touch her again after seven long weeks.
“I think…” she says slowly while moving to straddle my lap, “… you deserve a reward.”
My pulse jumps instantly. “Oh yeah?” I ask, my voice dropping lower. “And what kind of reward are we talking about?”
She smiles in that gorgeous way that always ruins me and gently presses both hands to my chest, easing me backward onto the mattress.
“I think you’re healed enough now,” she says softly. “But I’m in charge tonight, okay? We’re taking things slowly and absolutely no overdoing it. The second I think you’re hurting yourself, we stop. Understand?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I reply. “I’ll agree to literally anything if clothes start coming off.”
She laughs and stands from the bed before slowly pulling her pajama top over her head.
And fuck.
The sight of her bare skin after so long nearly kills me on the spot.
I drag in a shaky breath while my entire body tightens. Every instinct in me wants to reach for her, touch her, pull her into my lap, but she’s in control tonight, and there’s no way in hell I’m doing anything that might make her stop.
“Stand up,” she orders softly.
I smirk despite myself. “I kinda like this demanding side of you.”
“Well, don’t get used to it,” she mutters while helping me out of my jacket.
The second her body presses against mine, heat floods straight through me. She rises onto her toes and wraps her arms around my neck while I lean down to kiss her. The moment our mouths meet, a sharp pulse of need tears through my chest.
God, I’ve missed this.
Not just sex.
Her.
The way she kisses me.
The way she melts against me.
The way everything inside me settles the second she’s in my arms.
We kiss slowly but deeply, like we’re both trying to make up for lost time, and when she parts her lips for me, I slide my hands up her bare back into her hair, holding her close.
For the last seven weeks, we’ve danced around this tension because we both knew where kisses like this would lead, and Indi refused to risk my recovery, no matter how badly we wanted each other.
And I respected that because being with Indi was never just about sex.
I loved her laugh, her stubbornness, the way she worried too much, the way she looked at me like I mattered. Making love to her was just another reminder that I’d never survive losing her again.
She pulls my shirt over my head, and her eyes instantly drift to the scar along my left side. Her expression softens immediately as her fingertips trace gently over the healing skin.
“Are you hurting?” she asks quietly.
I tilt her chin upward until she looks at me again. “No, baby. I’m okay. Promise.”
She studies me carefully before nodding. “Then take your pants off.”
I laugh softly. “Definitely enjoying this side of you.”
She rolls her eyes while undoing my jeans herself and slowly pushing them down my hips. The second I’m naked in front of her, her gaze drops, and she bites her bottom lip.
That tiny reaction almost destroys my self-control.
“Go lie down,” she says quietly.
“But you’re not naked yet.”
“I wasn’t asking, Caleb.”
Jesus Christ.
I grin and kiss her forehead before doing exactly what she says, stretching out on the bed while she stands beside it, watching me nervously.
That catches me off guard more than anything else. Because beneath the confidence and teasing, she’s nervous and vulnerable.
And somehow that makes this feel even more intimate.
She slowly removes the rest of her clothes, and my breath catches hard in my throat. Her body is fucking unreal. Always has been. But tonight there’s something different about the way she holds herself, with more confidence.
Watching Indi step into that confidence does something dangerous to me.
Not because she’s performing for me, but because for the first time she looks completely sure of herself. Sure of us. Sure of the way I look at her.
“Now I’m going to warm myself up, so you don’t have to,” she says, and I furrow my brows.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
She walks over to the side of the bed and lifts her leg, so her foot is on the edge of the mattress. “I mean, I’m going to get myself ready for you, so you don’t have to strain or hurt yourself at all,” she says, and I rest up on my elbows and look at her.
“Indi, I can work you up, baby. It’s not gonna hurt me,” I say, and she shakes her head, pushing me to lie back down on the bed.
Holy hell, this is going to be torture!
“No, I’m doing all the work. You’re gonna sit back and watch.” She runs her fingers down the middle of her tits and down her stomach toward her pussy.
“Indi, seriously, I can—”
“Shh,” she says. I take a deep breath and watch as Indi moves her hand in line with her pussy and runs a finger to her clit.
I swallow hard as her head falls back while she starts to circle it.
I don’t know what the hell to do. I’m so fucking turned on, but at the same time I want to be the one touching her.
“Indi, please let me—”
“Caleb!” she berates, looking at me sternly while she brings a hand up to her tit and starts to massage it. I breathe quickly, watching her work herself up. It’s so fucking hot that my cock is twitching and I can’t help but move my hand to it to relieve some of the pressure.
I wrap my hand around my thickness and tug slowly while she moves her finger on her clit, her head flopping back like she’s really enjoying herself.
This is so fucking sensuous. Never in a million years would I have ever thought Indi would do something like this for me.
I didn’t think she’d have the confidence in herself to perform for me, but she’s doing amazing.
She moves her fingers down and inserts two inside herself, causing a moan to escape her.
My breathing catches at the huskiness of the sound.
This is so fucking unbelievable I can’t stand it.
“God, I need you, Indi,” I murmur. She starts to move her fingers inside herself faster as she moves her other hand down to her pussy so she can apply more pressure to her clit.
She’s moaning, and I can tell she is close to climax while I continue to stroke my cock along with her.
I’m close to coming too, but I don’t want to come by my hand.
I only want to come inside my Indi. Her entire body begins to tremble, her beautiful skin glistening with sweat as it flushes red.
Watching her come undone is the most intoxicating thing I have ever witnessed.
Her legs begin to buckle, but she doesn’t stop her movements on her clit.
“Shit, Caleb!” she whimpers as the climax hits her full force and she moans loudly as the pleasure rolls through her.
I have to stop pleasuring myself as I watch her body tense up and then relax.
I’m covered in sweat just from trying to hold myself back from touching her.
That was so fucking hard, but watching her touch herself is one of my new all-time favorite things.
She’s breathing fast as she opens her eyes and looks at me.
“I’m so fucking ready for you,” she whimpers. I puff my cheeks out with air, hoping like fuck she means she’s going to fuck me now because I don’t know how long I can hold on for.
“I need you now, Indi,” I growl, and she moves to the bedside drawer, pulling out a condom and throws it at me. I open the packet in the quickest time in history and roll it on. She moves onto the bed, and I lean up ready to move on top of her.
She pushes me back onto the bed. “I’m on top,” she demands.
“Fine by me,” I reply and fall back flat on the bed. She crawls over the top of me and straddles either side of my hips. My cock is so hard it feels like it’s going to explode.
I need to be inside of her.
“Indi—”