31. Caleb
CHAPTER 31
Caleb
O nce we put Charlie to bed, I lead Bailey into our room with every intention of keeping that promise I made to her this morning. Closing the door behind me, I lean against it, taking in Bailey’s beauty. My eyes slowly trail up her body, taking in every glorious inch of her.
“Strip.” My voice is low, demanding.
I watch as she does as she’s told. Her arms instinctively come in front of her, and she clasps her hands together. Her reflex is to hide her body, and I’m not having any of that shit. Leaving her standing there, I make my way into the closet and grab a tie.
Stepping out of the closet, I ask, “Do you trust me?”
She nods.
“Good,” I say as I walk up behind her. Leaning forward, I slowly trail my nose across her shoulder and up her neck until my lips find the shell of her ear. “You don’t hide this body from me, Bailey. I want to see every inch of your sexy body.”
Reaching around her, I grab her wrists and pull her arms behind her back, securing her wrists with the tie. I walk around her, trailing my fingers over her skin. Goosebumps erupt behind the movement. I grin at the effect I have on her .
When I’m standing in front of her, I pinch each of her nipples, and she drops her head back as a moan leaves her.
“Eyes on me.”
Her head snaps to face me as a blush creeps across her skin.
Taking a step back, I sit in the chair in the corner of the room and stare at her. My eyes eat her up. I take in every inch of her skin. She squirms under my gaze and pulls at her bindings. I just sit, taking her in as she’s forced to stand there completely exposed to me with her hands tied behind her back.
“When I bring you pleasure, your eyes will be on me. When you come, you will call my name.”
I watch her throat bob as she swallows and nods.
“Now, who makes you wet and needy, Bailey?”
Her eyes close, and I immediately miss the bright blue. When she opens them, the air that fills my lungs feels fresher.
“You.” Her voice is breathy, revealing just how turned on she is.
I watch her as silence fills the air. Bailey presses her thighs together, but from the look on her face, it does nothing for her.
Pushing up from the chair, I stalk towards her and drop to my knees in front of her. I help her spread her legs before leaning forward and inhaling her scent.
“You smell almost as good as you taste.”
I revel in the sight of the goosebumps that spread across her thighs. My hand finds the back of her knee, and I lift her leg, throwing it over my shoulder. My tongue dives in, and I taste her. I groan as I feast on her like a starved man. Like she’s the last meal I’ll ever eat.
My tongue thrusts inside her before finding her clit and flicking it. Her breathy moans tell me she’s close, but I want her falling over the edge of ecstasy. I pull back, not letting her come, and she whines. I grin as my tongue circles her clit, playin g with it. I suck it into my mouth, scraping my teeth over it and sending her straight over the edge.
My name on her lips is the best thing I’ve ever heard.
My hand finds her bindings behind her back, holding her close to me so she doesn’t fall. When her orgasm subsides, I stand to my full height.
Her chest, neck, and cheeks are tinged pink, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she recovers from her orgasm.
“What did I tell you I would do tonight?”
“Fuck my tits.”
I nod. “Why did I say I would fuck your tits?”
“To show me how much you love them.”
I reach around her and undo the tie securing her hands. “Now, be a good girl and get on the bed.”
She quickly climbs on, lying on her back. Her eyes are full of heat as she watches me undress. I take my time, slowly removing each item, starting with my socks then my shirt. She squirms when my fingers reach for the button of my jeans as I tease her with each new inch of skin I expose.
“Caleb,” she moans, and I grin at her.
“Patience.”
I push the button through the hole slowly then pull the zipper down at a pace that has the sound of the prongs coming undone echoing through the room. When it’s all the way down, I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my jeans and push them down my legs. Bailey licks her lips as I grip my erection through the fabric of my boxer briefs. I stride towards her, stopping right beside her head. I push my underwear down and off and grip my length.
“Open.”
Her jaw immediately drops, and I feed my cock into her mouth. I groan as her hot mouth takes me. As I slowly pull out, her eyes pout at me. Climbing onto the bed, I straddle her .
“Hold your tits,” I say.
Using the wetness her mouth left behind, I slowly push my cock between her tits. Her skin is soft, and I relish in the feel of it. I pick up the pace, the head of my cock hitting her lips. Her tongue darts out and flicks across it, and I groan.
“Your tits are fucking amazing,” I growl as my hips work at an unrelenting pace.
I’m close. She opens her mouth and as the head of my cock enters it, she sucks, sending me over the edge. I lean forward, bracing my weight on my hand as I come all over her chest, lips, and chin. She smiles at me as she moves her hand from her tits and uses her thumb to collect my cum off her chin and sucks it off. I close my eyes, the sight so intense I’m nearly hard again.
I roll over and lie beside her to catch my breath. As I close my eyes, the bed shifts and the next thing I know, Bailey is straddling my lap with my cock in her hand. My eyes fly open as I watch her take charge of my body. She grins down at me as she runs my cock between her folds, and I’m instantly hard again feeling how wet she is. With a devilish grin, she slowly sinks down until I’m fully inside her.
She swivels her hips as she holds eye contact with me, and it’s the sexiest fucking thing in the world. Leaning forward, she braces her hands on my chest, and the feeling of them sears into my skin as she slowly lifts herself up before dropping back down. She clenches around me, and I toss my head back as my eyes begin to roll back in my head.
“Eyes on me.” A mocking tone fills her voice.
My eyes fly open, and I stare at her as my hands find her hips, gripping them tightly. “You really want to tease me right now?” I ask, and I see a little glint in her eye.
I quickly roll us so I’m on top. Sitting up, I grab her legs and pull them together in front of me as I push them to h er chest. A loud moan leaves her as I fill her deeper and fuck her harder.
“This is your lesson not to mock me, Bailey. I own your pleasure.” I groan and lean forward. “I own your pussy.”
I nip at the side of her legs, my teeth scraping across her skin. Her body quakes beneath me. Wrapping one arm around her legs to hold them in place, I use my free hand to grab her left breast. “I own these pretty fucking tits, Bailey.”
She nods vigorously as her eyes roll back and she comes around my cock. Her pussy clenches around me so tightly it has me coming with her. My thrusts become erratic as I empty my release inside her. I roll off her, allowing her legs to drop onto the bed. When I’ve caught my breath, I get up and make my way into the washroom, cleaning myself up before wetting a cloth and taking it out to Bailey. Once she’s clean, I offer her my hand to help her up, but she shakes her head.
“Baby,” I say.
“My legs are jelly. You had me all bent like a pretzel and coming so hard my legs are jelly,” she says as she burrows into her pillow.
I push the stray hairs from around her face behind her ear, and she smiles at my touch. “Baby, you’ve got to get up. I’ll carry you to the washroom.”
She looks at me with heavy eyes before she nods.
With an arm under her legs and the other behind her back, I gently lift her off the bed and take her into the washroom. I turn on the shower, and she does her business before joining me. I stare at her. Her eyes are closed, and she leans her head backwards as the water rushes over her. She looks so relaxed as the steam builds around us. I help her wash her body and hair before giving myself a quick scrub, turning the water off, and carefully drying her off.
The second her head hits the pillow, she’s out. I chuckle to myself as I watch her for a minute. Grabbing a pair of sweatpants from my dresser, I pull them on and make my way downstairs, making sure all the lights are off and the doors are all locked.
As the front door’s lock clicks into place, a loud bang sounds outside. My body is instantly on high alert. My head swings back and forth as I look for something to ground me. The air filling my lungs feels sharper and the walls feel like they’re closing in around me.
My eyes catch on a picture of Charlie and on I on the mantel. I use all the energy I have to focus on it.
Her blonde hair. Deep breath in and out.
Her blue eyes, just like her mom’s. Deep breath in and out.
Her smile as she has her arms wrapped around my neck. Another breath.
The air doesn’t feel as sharp anymore.
I see my smile. Another breath.
I haven’t smiled like that, with pure unadulterated happiness, in years.
My body relaxes, and I fall back, sitting on the couch. My head falls into my hands, and I run my fingers through my hair. I thought I was past this. I haven’t had a visceral reaction like this in months. Leaning my head on the back of the couch, I keep my eyes closed as I continue my breathing. Deep breath in and out. Before I know it, I’m fast asleep.
T he hot sun beats down on us as we walk along the side of the road. Sweat pools under my helmet, and the weight of my C7A2 pulls on the strap resting on my shoulder. Tyler walks beside me as our squad makes their way towards the house of a family who claim to have information about a recent attack for us .
Something about this doesn’t feel right. The people on the street seem to keep a greater distance from us than usual.
We’re a street away from the road we need to turn down. Out of the corner of my eye, I see two different houses close their windows. This isn’t right. We shouldn’t be going to this house.
As I’m about to call out to the men in front of us, the sound of a gunshot echoes through the air. My instincts and training kick in. I find the first place I can that has cover, pressing myself against a half wall that separates two houses. I listen, trying to identify where the gunfire is coming from. It definitely came from the direction we were walking towards. Looking around, I see very few people on the street, and I know that’s no accident.
This was an ambush.
I radio in our coordinates and the situation. The radio beeps as they tell me support’s five minutes out. Closing my eyes, I look to the sky and count to three. When I’m done, I look around the wall, trying to find another member of my team. I spot Tyler at the same time he sees me. He’s positioned between two cars just up the road. He does a quick look around and, still crouched, makes his way towards me. The surrounding gun fire gets loud. When he’s half a meter away from me, he staggers as a bullet hits his chest. He manages to make it all the way to me before collapsing.
There’s no blood, so the bullet must be stuck in his plate carrier. I try sit him up, but he’s not doing anything to help me. His breathing is ragged as he lets out a scream.
“Tyler, help me out.”
He looks right through me. Pulling open his vest, I see the blood starting to pool.
FUCK!
Putting pressure on the wound, I talk to him. “Stay with me,” I yell as his eyes roll back. Pushing harder on the wound with one hand, I use the other to tap the side of his face. “Tyler, you fucking stay with me. You’re not dying on me.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m losing him.
“Caleb,” a woman’s voice calls, and something cool touches my forehead.
I look down, and Tyler is still lying there.
“Baby, you’re safe.” I know that voice. The stress in my body starts to subside. Looking down, I don’t see Tyler anymore.
“Caleb.”
My eyes flutter open, and I’m met by the most beautiful set of blue ones. Bailey smiles softly as she uses the wet washcloth on my forehead.
“You’re safe.” Her voice is soft as she continues smiling down at me while gently patting the cool cloth on my skin.
I take in my surroundings, noticing I’m in the living room and not our bedroom. Bailey is wearing nothing but her robe.
“I’m sorry.” My voice comes out weak and shame washes over me. I once again woke her up with one of my nightmares. Did I wake Charlie? This can’t happen again. This is exactly what caused Gina to leave me. She couldn’t put up with constant nightmares and me waking her from her beauty sleep.
Bailey shakes her head. “Baby, there’s nothing to be sorry about.”
My hand comes up and wraps around her wrist. My thumb stroking her pulse point. Her skin is soft under my touch and it grounds me even more now that I’ve woken up.
“I woke you up with my nightmare.”
Dropping the cloth on the coffee table, she straddles my lap and runs her hands through my hair. Her nails gently scrape at my scalp, soothing me. Every little thing she does keeps me in the present and away from that nightmare. Bailey has saved me in more ways than she will ever know.
“And that’s okay,” she says .
“Charlie?” I ask.
“Fast asleep in her bed.”
We continue to sit as I lean into Bailey’s touch. My eyes grow heavy.
“Come to bed,” she whispers as she climbs off me and offers her hand.
I rise from the couch and follow her upstairs. Climbing under the covers, Bailey comes right into my side and rests her head on my chest. Her nails gently scrape over my chest, my abs, and across my arm. I watch the movement of her delicate fingers as they trail over my skin. On her fifth trail, my eyes begin to close. I inhale deeply, the smell of Bailey’s shampoo filling my lungs, and I melt into the bed.
Home. That’s what I feel right now. I feel at home, that one place in the world where you feel safe. Bailey is that place.