Chapter 6
CALEB
My muscles are tense as I step back into the dining room and take my seat. This is supposed to be a family dinner, and I’m half-hard under my jeans. Talk about awkward.
A few moments later, Eliza steps in from outside. I feel her eyes on me but keep mine on the glazed pears and ice cream that Mom served up for dessert. It takes everything I have to maintain my composure as she sits down beside me.
I take my first bite but can’t taste a thing. My body is simply not responding to anything sensory that doesn’t originate from her. I can smell the shampoo she used this morning, her moisturizer—I can feel the warmth emanating off her. But my tongue has simply turned off.
I can think of one place it would definitely rather be…
“What do you think, honey?” Mom asks. I reply with a polite smile and take another bite.
“Love it.” It’s not a lie. My mom’s a great cook and makes great desserts, so I’m sure tonight’s is as good as everything she serves. She smiles back and watches as I take yet another bite.
Eliza seems to be enjoying hers. She’s digging right in like she skipped the rest of dinner. I only see her out of the corner of my eye, though. If I actually turn and look at her, I’ll lose whatever control I have left.
I almost kissed her outside…and she didn’t hesitate. She didn’t move back. She didn’t look scared, either—she looked ready.
“Then show me.” Her words still ring in my brain like the echoes of bells.
I look around the room, at Mom and Daniel, and feel a pit starting to form in my stomach.
It was one thing for me to make a move on her out on the porch when it was just me and her, but now that I’m here with the whole family, I’m starting to feel guilty.
Fortunately, I don’t have time alone to my own thoughts, as my mom does the little cough thing she does before she says something ‘important.’
“So,” she says. “Daniel and I just wanted to let you two know that he and I will be going out of town for a few days on a little retreat.”
“A retreat?” Both of them frown at me, and I realize I just nearly bit both their heads off. I clear my thought and take a sip of my water. “Sorry. Continue.”
Mom, still frowning, goes back to what she was saying. “Yes, a retreat.”
“Just for a couple of days,” Daniel chimes in. “You two will be fine for a couple days, won’t you?”
I freeze. No. No, we won’t be. And if he had any idea what was truly going on between me and his daughter, he wouldn’t be going anywhere.
“Of course they will,” Mom says. “They’re both adults. Besides, Caleb, I thought you might stay here at the house while we’re gone? Just to keep an eye on everything.”
I grit my teeth, trying to hold it together. “Is that really necessary? I mean—Eliza’s nineteen. She’s not a little girl anymore.”
“I don’t mind,” Eliza replies, sounding amused. “It’ll be nice to have a man around just in case the hot water stops working or something.”
No, this is not good. Two nights alone under the same roof with Eliza. No buffer. No excuses to keep my hands off her. What the hell am I gonna do?
“When are you leaving?” I ask, clenching my fists under the table.
“After we clean up!” Mom stands, looking so happy. Daniel, also grinning, gets up and follows her to the kitchen. I follow them immediately, using it as an excuse to escape the tension that’s formed in the dining room.
“I’ll take care of this,” I say, taking over the dishes in the sink. “You two go get ready.”
Mom looks at me, proud of the son she’s raised. “Well, isn’t that sweet of you!”
The two of them go to their room, and I keep my head down, scrubbing pots and pans, fighting the urge to let my vision drift back into the dining room. Christ, it’s only been like ten minutes, and I can barely keep myself away from her. How am I going to handle two full days?
After a few more minutes, Mom and Daniel return with their bags packed. They stop at the door and explain where they’re going and where they will be staying and tell us they’ve e-mailed us both several ways to contact them up there if anything goes wrong.
And then they leave.
I swear the world goes into slow-motion as I watch the front door close behind them. There’s the sound of Daniel’s car outside, but after it’s gone, the house goes silent.
Taking a deep breath, I try to formulate a plan. What am I going to do? How am I going to handle this predicament? We were so close to kissing, I don’t know how I’ll be able to stop myself again.
I hear Eliza’s footsteps behind me, but I don’t turn. “Isn’t this your cue to leave again?” she asks. Her question lands hard, like a blow to the chest. It feels like an accusation—like I abandoned her when I moved out.
Her words spark an anger within me, and I reach for my keys in the bowl by the door. Two choices: leave now and keep pretending, or stay. But leaving never worked to begin with. All it did was hurt her. And I can’t allow myself to cause her any pain.
I stand there, frozen in thought, as she slowly takes the stairs to the second floor. Guilt streaks through me until I feel ready to explode. I drop the keys and drive a palm into my chest. Then I turn and make my way up the stairs.
Eliza’s bedroom door is slightly open. I don’t hesitate. I push it open and walk right in to find her standing by her desk, one leg up, pulling her panties off. Her eyes meet mine without a single ounce of timidity. She knew I’d follow her.
“What? Forgot something?” she asks.
“Yeah,” I reply. “You.”
To my surprise, she tosses the tiny piece of red lace to me. I catch it. “Too wet to wear anymore,” she says, a coy little smile on her lips. “That’s your fault.”
Without hesitation, I raise the panties to my nose and inhale deep. Her sweet scent fills my lungs and nearly knocks me out with its raw sensuality. My eyes close, and I have to palm the doorframe to steady myself as all the blood in my brain rushes to my cock.
“If you’re gonna leave again, just do it,” she says, shocking me back to reality. I open my eyes again and stare at her. Such beauty. Such perfection. Her heels really accentuate the curve of her back, causing her booty to pop in a way that has my mouth watering.
Stuffing her panties in my pocket, I step forward and wrap my arm around her waist. Her pupils dilate as I pull her up against me. This is now the closest we’ve ever been. Her perky breasts press against my chest, and I feel her hard nipples poking through her shirt.
Her thighs are so warm. I wedge my leg between them and spread her open. “Tell me to stop,” I whisper, staring her right in the eyes. Such beautiful, innocent eyes.
“No,” she responds, her voice soft, angelic.
Every vein in my body is scalding hot as I give in to determination. “Say it and I will.”
“No.”
That’s it. This is happening.
Reaching down, I lift up her skirt, revealing the smooth skin of her thighs and ass. With no panties, I can see a tiny glistening spot between her thighs. Goddamn.
My cock aches against my fly, which I’m thankful for. If it wasn’t there, I’d be sliding inside her without even warming her up. And I can’t do that with Eliza. She’s never had a man inside her. And that man will be me.
No one else touches her. Not now. Not ever.
“Your rough hands are sexy,” she whispers. I move in and kiss her, taking what I was denied on the porch. I tug her shirt up and expose the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen.
My lips move to her nipples, sucking each like delicate little candies. Part of me wants to strip her clothes off, but I like seeing her like this—heels on, skirt hitched up around her waist, and her shirt all bunched up above her breasts.
But I do want her beneath me, so I can scour every inch of her with my eyes.
Grabbing her waist, I lift her up and set her down on the bed. My heart is pounding like a reactor as I continue to kiss her, moving down her taut little tummy to the crux of her legs.
She’s completely bare. My nostrils are still flooded with her fragrance, but it’s not enough. I part her folds with my nose and inhale, flooding my lungs with her beautiful fragrance.
A deep growl rumbles up from my chest, and I grip her thighs tightly as I extend my tongue and finally give myself something I’ve wanted for so, so long.
A taste.
And it’s even better than I dreamt it would be.
“Oh my God, Caleb…” she whimpers as I work my magic on her. I take things slowly. I don’t want to overload her senses. I lick her gently, slowly exploring every untouched inch of her pussy. I almost lose it when she lets out another moan and grabs my hair with one hand.
Taking her by the hips, I pull her closer. Her skirt falls over my head as I move my tongue faster, finding the little button that will ignite her—take her to places she’s never been before.
“What…what are you doing to me?” she asks, her words barely more than a breath on the air. Unable to control myself anymore, I unbutton my pants and start to stroke myself. I’m so close already that I can barely even move my hand or I’ll explode.
It takes every ounce of self-control I have not to say, “Laying claim to your cunt, sis. Which now belongs to me.” Instead, I simply groan back into her, enhancing the sensations that now have her writhing on the bed.
It’s time to really give it to her.
I flatten my tongue and apply the right amount of pressure to send her over the edge. She cries out, causing my heart to leap with pride as her body nearly goes into convulsions. I have to grab her hips with both hands just to keep her from wriggling off me.
I tried walking away—that was my mistake. She’s mine. I’m done pretending otherwise.
She lets out one final gasp and slumps down on the bed.
I rise to my feet and kick off my pants, my face now dripping.
There’s just no way I’m going to be able to hold back.
Not now. Not after witnessing that. Her eyes are glassy as she looks up at me while I strip out of my shirt and kneel down between her legs.
I’m hard as a rock and ready to make her mine. But when her gaze moves down and she sees the size of me, her jaw drops.
“Caleb, that’s never going to…” Her voice trails off. So adorable.
“Fit?” I smile, tracing her thighs with my fingertips. “Sure it will. I’ll just take it nice and slow. Then I’ll be fucking you like you deserve.”
Her eyes twinkle up at me. “And how’s that?”
“Nice and hard until you’re begging me to stop.”
Her lips twist, and I take a deep breath. This is it. This is the moment. But just as I’m about to take her, there’s a massive bang from the front door. It sounds like someone’s trying to break in.
“What was that!?” Eliza whispers, sitting up and clinging to me for comfort. I wrap an arm around her and stand, instantly at the ready.
“I don’t know—”
And then I hear it. A voice I never anticipated hearing again.
“Yo, Eliza! It’s me. Tony! Why don’t you open up so you and I can have some more fun?”
Tension snaps through me. My body goes rigid.
Adrenaline hits me like a blast of cold water.
There’s the sound of a fist on the door again, followed by the hinges screeching as it opens inward.
“Caleb—”
Without hesitation, I race from the room and take the stairs two at a time, only to find myself face to face with Tony and three of his boys.
His eyes go wide as I raise my fists, and I realize…
I didn’t even put any goddamn clothes on.