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I want him to feel good, in more ways than just sex, I want to pamper him the way he deserves. The strength he carries in his shoulders shows me he’s worked hard, and the tension in his back probably never fully goes away, but I can try to ease it. My lips brush against every rough scar I come across, making me want to know every story and learn about every injury. I can’t imagine the things he’s been through, but I can’t help but want to be his rock now.
After spending a couple of minutes on his lower back, my hands linger on his firm ass, trailing down the outside of his thick, muscular thighs. Not being able to help myself, I lower myself to my knees before him, continuing to massage my soapy hands into his calves.
“Callie…” He says my name with a warning. I look up through my eyelashes at him towering above me, my view obscured by his raging hard-on.
“I’m almost done,” I answer innocently, fully aware of what my attention is doing to him. Maintaining eye contact with him, my hands trail up to his knees and then start massaging his thighs. My hands creep higher, pausing just shy of his erection. I blink at him, not wanting to “take advantage,” but waiting for his queue.
“Keep going,” he grits out his demand, knowing exactly what my intentions were. I happily oblige, cupping his balls in my soapy hands, and his jaw clenches at my touch. I work my way up, gripping his shaft with two fists, slowly working it from base to tip. Watching me pump him, his eyes burn into mine.
I want to put him in my mouth, I’d love seeing his reaction as I choke on his cock, but there’s too much soap everywhere. Seeing a man as strong and as in control as he is, affected by the pleasure I give him is such a turn on. Watching Nathan come undone by my touch has made me feel sexier than anything else I’ve ever experienced in my life.
Luckily, he doesn’t seem to mind that I’m limited to my hands, his hips flexing with my movements. I admire his body as his muscles tighten across his stomach, the ‘v’ below his belly button becoming more pronounced. His strong arms bulge as he braces himself against the shower wall. My eyes move back to his face, and I realize he likes me ogling him, his own eyes hooded with lust as he watches me. He lifts me to my feet, not interrupting my efforts, kissing me roughly as I grip and rotate my hands, moving erratically up and down his cock. The passion he kisses me with makes me drunk, leaving me dizzy.
“You’re so fuckin’ sexy,” he pauses, on the verge of his orgasm, “and you’re mine.” He breathes the words into my mouth, making me moan. It’s not the first time he’s said it and even though it terrifies me, I want the words to be true. I want him to mean it.
“I’m yours,” I respond breathlessly, and I swear I hear him sigh in relief. One final thrust into my hands and he moans against my mouth at the same time that I feel the warmth of his release. He rubs the head of his cock along my soft skin, smearing his cum across my stomach. My hand lingers, slowly pumping him up and down, emptying him completely.
The post orgasm makeout has become my favorite type of kiss, and he delivers, kissing me slowly, both of us catching our breath. “You’re gonna kill me, woman,” he says between breaths. I laugh, feeling the same way about him. I never imagined I could experience this type of pleasure from someone. Even after three orgasms this morning, watching him cum made my pussy throb, uncontrollably turned on by him.
“And what a sweet, sweet, death it would be,” I joke, giggling into his neck. He kisses my temple, reaching around me to shut the water off now that the soap and cum have been rinsed away. He wraps me in a fluffy towel when we get out, drying the ends of my hair for me with his own towel, before wrapping it around his waist.
The sex was mind blowing, but the gentleness he shows me is more than I could ever ask for. I get a pit in my stomach though, worrying about the depth of my feelings for Nathan. The overwhelming happiness that being around him makes me feel, is like I’m bubbling from the inside out, unable to control how giddy I feel in his presence.
The words, ‘I love you’, feel like they’re on the tip of my tongue after every smile, every laugh, and I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to stop them from tumbling out if it weren’t for how truly insane it makes me feel. It doesn’t seem possible after such a short amount of time, we hardly know each other, yet… No, absolutely not.
Falling in love with a stranger is illogical, and I always listen to logic.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Nathan
We collapse onto the bed, still in our towels. The turn of events this morning was unexpected but not unwelcome. After finding the bear outside knocking over all of my trash cans, somehow bypassing the trash cage I had them in, I never expected Callie’s reaction. Before she knew it was just an over curious black bear, she was genuinely worried about me. She feared for my safety, for my life, and it gutted me to see her face when I returned to her in the closet. Though it warmed my cold heart a bit to see how much she cared, I never wanted her to waste her tears on me. When she told me she needed me, I had no power to resist her, and I didn’t want to. Of course, she’s fucking amazing in bed, my sweet, sweet Callie. I swear she can bring me to my knees with one fucking look.
After she rubbed and massaged every muscle in my body during that shower, I’m whipped. I just want to lay here all day with her, exploring every fuckin’ part of her. But, I notice her mood has already turned somber with the impending doom of what today will bring. Or maybe I went too far with the possessive shit, even though I meant it, maybe I pushed things too far. Whether she knows it or not, I’m hers. I’m not sure what tomorrow will bring, or even today, but I know that I want Callie.
The reality though is that she’ll more than likely leave, go back home to Tennessee, and I’ll be here with no desire to ever find anyone else. No one could ever compete with her.
My worries are momentarily forgotten though as she rolls to her side, laying her head on my shoulder. My arm goes around her instinctively.
“So, what’s the plan today?” She sighs as she asks, her fingers lightly playing with the short hair on my chest. Every touch she gives me makes me hopeful and makes me crave a future with her in it.
“I’ll call the State Police while you’re getting ready, see what they think we should do. Then we need to go back into town to get your new tire. I’ll put it on once we’re back home,” I wince slightly at my phrasing. I don’t want to push things too far and scare her off. Even though, if it were up to me, this would be her home too. I don’t want her going anywhere.
“What about the Sheriff?” She asks under her breath like she is afraid to speak the words out loud.
“I’ll see what the Staties say, but it’s probably best if we avoid him for now until I can gauge his next move. So far, he hasn’t left me with a good feeling,” I tell her honestly. I don’t want to scare her, but I also need her to know the truth. I continue, “I can tell he wants all of this to go away, I just don’t know how he plans to do it.”
“You mean, whether he is going to make me ‘go away’, or just the crime?” She asks, emphasizing the words’ meaning, to make her disappear. I squeeze her body to mine tighter.
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I mean,” I answer, kissing her temple. We lay like that for a couple more minutes, still not ready to leave our bubble and go back to reality.
“What happens after you fix my car?” She asks thoughtfully, breaking the silence.
I know what she’s asking, she wants to know what happens next, with us. Once her car is fixed, she doesn’t necessarily have a reason to stay. Hell, it’d probably be smarter for her to get out of town with the Sheriff acting the way he is, but I’m too selfish to suggest that. I still think I can keep her safe here, with me. I also just want her to stay.
Technically, if there is an active investigation then she should stay until the police tell her it’s okay to leave, but I don’t even know if the state police can even help if the crime happened in the Sheriff’s jurisdiction. Hell, they might not even believe me when I tell them my concerns regarding the Sheriff. My biggest fear is that they choose not to believe Callie, and make her out to be the bad guy in all of this. I know how the military can be, brothers protecting brothers, brushing things under the rug. I imagine law enforcement isn’t much different.
Tip-toeing around her question, I give her an answer but not the answer. “After I fix your car, I’m going to fuck you nice and slow, in every room of this house if you let me.”
