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I love seeing her so lost that she can’t speak or breathe.
“Oh fuck,” she moans, her head falling forward onto my shoulder. “Yes. I don’t care. Please make me come.”
“What was that?”
“I’m begging you,” she says, voice strained. “Make me come. And then come inside me.”
Another thing I love about her. She knows exactly how to serve it right back to me. I go blind with lust, fucking her harder, both of us careening toward the edge. “I need to feel your heat, Caleb.” Her words are at my ear. “Make me come and then fill me up, please.” That last word turns into a moan that shifts into a cry as she’s on the edge, holding back until the last second.
I drive home and press down on her clit, sending over the edge. Ally screams, her voice echoing off the back of the house and down toward the river. I’m only a second behind her, sharp pleasure blasting through my body and into hers as I come. It’s one of the best orgasms that I’ve ever had.
Her pussy squeezes me in the aftershocks, perfect and hot and so much better without any barrier between us.
Releasing her wrists, I wrap my arms around her as we breathe together. I think I might love this woman. Honestly and completely.
The thought stops everything else and it feels like time stands still. It makes sense, and yet it still comes as a shock. I’m in love with Ally.
She laughs, drawing my attention back to her and the moment. “Well, if we’re not seen around town, at the very least I’m going to be heard.”
“What do you mean?”
“When you asked me to do this with you, part of the conditions were that we were seen around town. But other than me going to work and us going to the hardware store, we haven’t done anything particularly notable or visible.”
She’s right. We haven’t. It kind of slipped my mind because we had fallen into such a nice rhythm that I didn’t want to leave. And we’ve gotten comfortable enough that I hadn’t thought much about meeting my family, even though we are booked on a flight to the Hamptons two days from now.
Ally is going to hate my family. Aside from the things I’ve already told her, she’ll think they are rich snobs. Because they are, even if I actively fight against the image. It’s a little bit a part of me too.
But they will hate her, too. Here I am, fully in love with her. This smart, funny, gorgeous woman that I can see by my side for the rest of my life, and the minute she shows up in the sundresses that drive me wild with wanting, and the plain sandals she likes to wear instead of thousand-dollar high heels, they will eat her alive.
And the minute she sees that, all of her previous assumptions will be confirmed. She’ll go back to thinking what she thought of me the first day we met. That I’m an entitled prick that cares about nothing other than money.
I hold her closer, praying that I can make her see that I’m different before that happens. Hoping somehow the clock will stop and we never have to board that flight to New York.11AllyCaleb and I drifted off on the loveseat on the back deck after we fucked. When I woke up in the middle of the night, he was gone. He threw a blanket over me, but he left me. And the next morning, something is off. I can’t put my finger on it, but Caleb has subtly changed. It puts a current of anxiety under my skin.
Every day since the nightmare, he’s done something to draw me toward him. He cleaned out the garden and saved my grandfather’s rose bushes even when I thought they would be lost or dead because of the horrifying overgrowth. He’s left me little gifts and given me little touches that remind me that he’s thinking of me. Caleb is … loving.
And I’ve carelessly given him pieces of my heart over the past two weeks. Recklessly. And until last night, I’d felt like he’d held them gently and close. Cherishing them in a way that I hadn’t dared hope for.
But then, after he wrecked me and made me scream for him, he went stiff at the mention that we haven’t gone anywhere or done anything. Like the idea was shocking or horrible.
Is it really such an awful thing to want to be seen with me? I don’t think it is, given the photographs that the whole country has seen of us getting married and nearly getting naked. But I can’t think of another reason for his reaction.
Maybe, in spite of everything that we’ve shared, he still thinks of me as nothing but a means to an end. As a means to his money. I’m just the poor girl that he’s duped into helping him.
