Chapter 6 - Caleb

I’ll be the one.

I’d said that and meant it.

I was getting way too ahead of myself, and I was shocked as hell the stunning woman in front of me hadn’t run out of the tiny hidden cabin.

“I’ll be the one,” I repeated because I obviously couldn’t stop saying it. But fuck, I meant it.

It was crazy. The whole fucking night had been.

This trip, Court and Cass getting together to talk me into this speed dating thing had been asinine, but I couldn’t get myself to be upset.

Not when it suddenly felt like everything I had gone through in life, the highs and the lows, the successes and failures, had all happened for one reason.

Everything had led me to Rosie.

My Rosie. My girl. Mine. The word and the claim on her I was dying to make didn’t scare me like it would have in the past. If anything, it exhilarated me.

I felt alive. It didn’t make sense, and if I had an ounce of self-preservation, I would have pumped the brakes on the thing.

We could have made out and slept in one another’s arms. But fuck that!

I was forty-five. I didn’t have time to waste.

“Please, Caleb,” she whispered. I pulled her closer, almost onto my lap. I tsked.

“That’s not what you call me when it’s just the two of us, baby girl.

” My voice sounded different in my ears.

A soft little whimper gurgled to life from her, and my cock jerked beneath the sheet.

My lips touched her jaw. “You want to try this out, I’m your man, baby girl.

” She moaned and nodded against my face.

“Now, you know what you need to call me, honey,” I enticed, lightly peppering the line of her jaw with faint little kisses until my mouth reached her pulse point and I breathed her in.

Rosie smelled so fucking good. Like rain, vanilla, and berries mixed with something so soft and sweet I couldn’t exactly describe but knew was uniquely her. The smell grounded me and excited me all at the same time.

“Daddy.” She shivered, subtly shimmying closer. My cock hardened further. “I need you.” Her soft breathy tone was like a shot of incredibly well-aged bourbon.

“What do you need, baby? Tell daddy, and I’ll give you anything you want,” I encouraged, wanting her to let go of all her inhibitions, trusting me to give her what she wanted.

“Fuck,” she cursed, forcing me to pick her up and toss her onto the bed. The sheet slipped slightly, and her magnificent breasts bounced, exposing more cleavage and creamy dewy skin.

“Nuh-uh.” I shook my head. “Good girls don’t use bad words, little lady.”

“Caleb.”

“Take the sheet off,” I ordered, ignoring how she called me by my first name.

My woman licked her perfectly pink lips, leaving them glossy and shiny for me to taste in a little bit before she did as she was told.

Slowly, almost like she knew the little show she was putting on for me, Rosie rose onto her knees and unwrapped the blanket from her body, letting the sheet pool on the mattress.

I was a gentleman earlier. Kept my eyes on hers when I undressed her and tried to get her dry and warm after being out in the rain. But now? I couldn’t. It was impossible. I felt like a madman who had been set free for the first time in his life.

Feral and about to foam at the mouth, I couldn’t tear my eyes off her, soaking in every single detail as my hands clenched at my sides.

From the curve of her hips, the slope of her breasts, the dusky pink shade of her turgid nipples that matched her areolas to the soft creaminess of her skin.

The soft sprinkling of freckles on her bare delicate shoulders.

The soft neatly-trimmed red hair covering her pussy.

Jesus Christ, the view made an animal sound vibrate through me.

I liked the fact she wasn’t bare down there.

I wanted to bury my head between her legs and live off her pussy for the rest of my goddamn days.

“You’re a goddess, Rosie honey.” Her breath stuttered, and I curled my finger.

“Come here, baby.” The moment she was within reach, my hand skimmed the side of her torso until it rested on her hip.

I not only loved the way it looked there but how it fit.

Like two pieces made for one another coming together and locking in place.

“You were made for me, baby girl.” I’d never spoken truer words.

“Daddy,” she moaned, leaning towards me.

I didn’t hesitate.

Didn’t tease or draw out the moment.

Fuck that! My mouth crashed against hers.

Wet and warm, her taste filled my senses as my hands explored with as much tenderness as I could fathom.

Which seeing as I was on the edge as well, about to fucking embarrass myself, was saying a fucking lot.

Every inch of her body felt like fucking silk beneath my touch.

“Baby,” I growled, kneeling on the bed, my hands gripping her beautiful ass.

“Jesus, this ass could have been sculpted from marble,” I muttered against her temple, and I felt her lips quirk upward.

“You have an amazing ass, baby girl.” I’d never been so honest, so free, so myself with anyone as I was with her in that moment.

“You like?” she giggled.

“I love,” I corrected.

When our eyes connected, I didn’t shy away from showing her just how much I was feeling, unlike what I would have done in the past. It was completely crazy. Love at first sight was something I’d never believed in.

Lust maybe, but love? It had always sounded like too much, but now I knew just how fucking wrong I’d been.

Because that’s exactly how I felt about Rosie.

I loved her. I might not know what she did for a living or what her favorite book was growing up or what teams, if any, she cheered for, but fuck me, I’d spend my lifetime finding out.

“Caleb, love…”

“Shh,” I hushed, kissing her again. When I lifted her up, her long legs wrapped around my middle as I moved us back into the center of the bed. Carefully laying her down, I watched how her gorgeous red still slightly damp hair fanned out on the pillow.

“You need me to stop?” I needed to know we were on the same page. She opened her mouth, and my heart stilted for a moment. It was fine if she wanted to stop; I wouldn’t have a problem with that. It would suck, but I didn’t want to rush her.

“No,” she answered, giving me more than she could ever know. I kept her legs around my waist as I looked at her, appreciating the sight of her open and exposed for me.

“Fucking beautiful,” I murmured as my hands stroked up and down her legs. “Even these toes are fucking cute.”

“Caleb,” she giggled, “Toe fetish?”

I shook my head, bending my head to kiss her knee. “A Rosie fetish.” I winked. “What do you call me when it’s the two of us and we’re playing?” I needed to hear her call me it again. I wanted to hear her scream it when she came.

“Daddy,” she whispered, and I could tell by the way her eyes lit up she liked it.

“Such a good fucking girl,” I praised. She trembled with need. I kissed the other knee as well, all without looking away from her, before setting her legs on the bed. “Now, you’re going to keep being good for me, or are we feeling naughty?”

“Daddy, please—“

“Tell me, beautiful,” I urged, grinding my hips against her, loving the way her eyes widened and she whimpered.

“Good. I’ll be good.” Her hands cupped her breasts. The sight almost made me lose my load right then and there. Not on my watch. I needed to take care of my girl first. She would always come first in every single way that mattered.

“Hmm.” My chest vibrated with approval as I scooted and lay on my stomach so I could be between her legs.

My dick throbbed as I ground against the mattress for some reprieve.

“We’ll see about that,” I mumbled, and before her hands could touch my hair, my mouth was on her, tasting heaven on earth for the first time in my life.

Her hips bucked as I swiped at her, but my hands held her hips in place.

She was incredible.

Dripping, tight, and so fucking warm. She tasted like honey and woman and mine.

“Mine,” I growled out loud, and she cried out for more.

Soon, my woman would know she wouldn’t have to beg daddy for a damn thing.

I’d always be more than happy to give her everything she needed and wanted.

My tongue swirled around her clit before I pulled it between my lips and lightly sucked on it.

My lips tilted up as she squirmed. Her hips bucked and her back arched.

Rosie was an incredible sight to behold.

I could feel how close she was.

Her little slit quivered. Empty, clenching, desperately needing to be filled.

My hand slid off her hip as I pulled away, needing to watch the first time I entered her.

My finger skimmed her pretty pussy lips.

She was so shiny and pink, her little kitty was a goddamn work of art. My new church, I thought to myself.

“Jesus, look at you, baby. So wet and ready for your daddy.”

“Please, Daddy.” I had no idea why that word from those perfect lips of hers undid me. “I hurt.” She squirmed, trying to get my finger inside of her.

“You hurt?” I repeated.

“Yes.” She wiggled, but I held her in place.

“Where does it hurt, Rosie? Show daddy where you need him.” My mouth ran dry when she did as I asked. Her pretty, delicate hand danced down her torso. The tips of her fingers skimmed her little belly button for a heartbeat before they continued their journey down to the promised land.

“Here,” she whispered breathlessly. I couldn’t tear my eyes off her hand between her legs. Rosie bucked her hips, and I didn’t miss how my naughtily girl touched herself. Swiping her clit in circles. Once. Twice. Three times before I pulled her hand away and licked it clean.

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