Chapter Forty-Six #2
My throat feels impossibly tight. “I know I’ve asked you this more times than either of us can count.”
She nods, tears already glistening in her eyes.
“Sometimes I was joking.” I smile. “Sometimes I wasn’t.” I hold her gaze. “But I’ve never been more serious than I am right now.”
I draw a slow breath. “I’ve loved you from the moment I first saw you.
You’ve always been my biggest supporter…
my constant… my home.” Without thinking, I reach for her hand.
“You’ve never once stopped believing in me, even when I stopped believing in myself.
” Emotion thickens my voice. “You make me want to be a better man.” I smile softly.
“I don’t want a future that doesn’t have you in it.
” I glance down at the ring before looking back into her eyes.
“So…” I laugh quietly, “… for what has to be about the seven-hundred-and-fifty-ninth time…” I swallow. “Will you, my sweet Indi… marry me?”
She doesn’t answer.
She simply stares at me, tears slipping silently down her cheeks.
My heart pounds.
Then she gently reaches forward…
… and closes the ring box.
I lower my head… here it comes.
“I do want to marry you.” My eyes lift to hers.
“But…” She cups my face. “We need to get through this tour first.” I stay silent, letting her continue, “The last one broke us.” She smiles sadly.
“I need to know we’ve truly learned from it.
” She strokes my cheek. “So this isn’t a no.
” Hope flickers inside me. “It’s a ‘not yet.’ ”
I let out a slow breath.
“If we come through this stronger…” her smile widens, “… then my answer will be yes.”
Relief floods through me so quickly I almost laugh. “So…” I grin. “It’s basically a yes.”
She laughs through her tears. “It’s a conditional yes.”
“I’ll take that.”
I cup her face in both hands and kiss her.
Long.
Slow.
Certain.
We lose our balance together, laughing as we tumble gently onto the rug in front of the fire, neither of us caring in the slightest.
Tomorrow I’ll leave.
Tomorrow we’ll be apart.
But for tonight, she’s in my arms.
And somehow…
That makes tomorrow feel a little less frightening.
I roll on top of her, pinning her to the ground.
Her hands run up into my hair, and her tongue frolics with mine so happily that it takes my breath away.
I run my hand along her side as she opens her legs and wraps them around my waist. I grind my semi-hard cock into her pussy, and we both moan as the excitement and energy of the moment takes us over.
“Make love to me, Caleb.” She moans as I bite her bottom lip playfully. I lean up, grab either side of her button-up top, and pull hard until the buttons fly off as I rip the shirt open. She laughs and slaps my arm.
“That was my favorite shirt,” she says, and I shrug.
“I’ll buy you a new one.” I lean down, kissing her neck as she moves in, lifting my vest up over my stomach.
I lift my head from her neck just long enough for her to pull it up over my head.
She throws it across the room. She pulls off her ripped shirt as I move to her back and undo her bra.
It cascades down her front, and I throw it over with my vest. I look down at her exposed nipples, and I can’t help myself as I lean down and take one in my mouth, sucking and then nipping gently on it.
She writhes under my touch and moves her hand to my jeans.
I lift my waist from hers as she undoes the button and zip and slides my jeans over my arse, and I shuffle out of them.
She moves her hands down to push out of her leggings until we’re both completely naked on the lounge room rug.
I move over the top of her and lean down, kissing her tenderly.
This time, nothing rushed or forced. This time I want her to know how loved, cherished, and desired she is.
I move my hand down between her legs and slide a finger into her already wet pussy.
“Mmm,” she murmurs as I move it inside her slowly.
She’s so warm and ready for me, and I can’t wait to feel her encased around my cock.
I slowly move inside her as my cock grows harder against her thigh, while our tongues collide against each other.
Kissing Indi is the sweetest sensation and one I will never tire of.
She moves her hips in time with my finger, and I move another one inside her and place my thumb on her clit and press firmly.
She wriggles at my touch and is moaning into my mouth as she arches her back, pushing her chest into mine.
We’re both panting from the passionate kissing.
Turning Indi on turns me on as well, so we’re both getting worked up.
Her body starts to shake and is coated in a fine sheen of sweat.
I know she’s close as she begins to tremble around me, and her pussy is clenching around my fingers.
Her kissing is becoming languid, and her eyes are clenching as she moans into my mouth.
Her body tenses and then she groans, grinding her pussy into my hand as she tightens and then relaxes against me, letting go of her climax.
I smile, knowing I’ve done my job. I start to kiss her again, removing my hand from between her legs and positioning my pulsating cock at her entrance.
She opens her eyes and looks at me, and through hooded, lust-filled eyes, I can see love and devotion flowing right at me as I stare into her soul while I slowly enter her.
We both moan, and something passes between us as we hold each other’s gaze—a quiet understanding that we’re going to be okay.
Whatever life throws at us, we’re stronger together than we ever were apart, and for the first time, we both truly believe it.
We’re in this for the long haul. Distance won’t break us.
Groupies, fangirls, and paparazzi won’t come between us because whatever she sees or hears while I’m on tour, she’ll come to me first. We’ll face it together. That’s what we do now.
As we make love on the living room floor before I leave for the biggest tour of my career, I know we’re going to make it this time. I feel it in every heartbeat, every breath, every part of who I am.
Indi and I have finally found our way back to each other, and this time… we’re not letting go.