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“Caleb?”
He thrashes at my voice, struggling against some invisible demon. I crawl onto the bed next to him, avoiding his fight so I can wrap my arms around him. It’s the only thing that I can think to do, an instinct that I don’t bother trying to understand.
“Caleb,” I say his name again softly, trying to keep my voice calm even though he’s moving and struggling.
Suddenly his eyes open, and he rolls, pinning me to the bed with sudden force. It takes him a moment to realize who I am. “Ally,” he says, breathing hard.
“Yeah.”
He sinks down against me, the fight going out of him, but clinging to my body as he rests his head on my chest. His words are softened. Even now, he’s not fully awake. “You have to stay,” he says. “You promised a month. You have to stay with me.”
There’s pain tinging the words. Deep and sharp like a knife. I can feel the way that it cuts at him. “I’m here,” I say gently.
Again, the instinct to comfort him washes over me. I pull his lips to mine, and it unlocks something in him. His hands are too tight, too harsh. This is the unfettered version of Caleb, no inhibitions. He yanks the tank top over my head, mouth falling to my breasts and scraping them with teeth and tongue.
My body responds to his passion with heat of its own. We’re mirrors of each other. Whatever one gives, the other gives back. His feral actions allow me to act on instinct alone. No thinking. No caring about tomorrow morning. I’m so tired of caring. So exhausted of worrying and working, trying to make everything fit into the pieces I’ve set out for my life.
Even last night in the midst of pleasure, we were restrained. Controlled. Not now. This is more than that.
Caleb bites me hard enough to make me gasp, sparks flying through me that are roaring into flame. I bite him back. On his shoulders and jaw, anywhere I can reach. I claw at him to bring him closer, and we roll together on the bed, nearly fighting each other for control. He yanks my panties off my legs and hauls me upwards so I’m sitting on his mouth and impaled by his tongue, hands holding my wrists so I can do nothing but arch my back and scream my pleasure into the night.
But it’s not enough. I need him, too. I seek his skin with my tongue as we wrestle again, and for a moment, I’m able to taste his cock, pleasure already glistening from the tip. But not for long. He’s too strong. Too overwhelming.
I’m pinned to the bed and he slams deep into me, claiming me like he’s trying to possess my soul. He kisses me hard enough to bruise. He fucks me harder than I’ve ever been fucked in my life, and I can’t stop screaming, can’t stop coming. There’s no part of me that isn’t taken.
And when he comes, I come again with him, savoring the heat that he pours into me. I wrap my legs around him and keep him close as he sighs, nearly collapsing on me with his weight.
My heart is racing, and it’s hard to catch my breath, but I hold this man tight. I don’t ever want to let him go. Angry or not, there is something between us that feels bigger than anything in my life. I want to be with him, and let him rest when he has nightmares.
But that’s just it … what causes a man who has everything to feel so lost?10CalebThings settle quickly into a routine after the nightmare. I apologized in the morning, and she apologized too. We both meant it, and I silently vowed to never let myself get to that point again. Whether it was with Ally or someone else. It wasn’t okay. It was never okay.
I sealed that vow by making slow love to her that morning, the complete opposite of the feral, wild sex of the night before. And we fell asleep together until late in the morning.
The repairs on the house are coming along. I rebuilt the porch in record time because Ally helped me. Surprisingly it was easier to lay down new board than remove all the old rotted boards. Ally told me stories about growing up in the house as we worked. She has so many happy memories of spending time with her mom and grandpa at the Cumberland River. I swear, every other story made me laugh, and part of me couldn’t help feeling jealous I don’t have similar stories to share. She was especially excited telling me about the porch swing she and her grandpa built, and I made a promise to myself right then and there that I would find her a porch swing before the end of the month. Working on the house and knowing that Ally will live here and fill it with even more great memories makes this work even easier.
