“Caleb… I’m—” My whisper breaks off as the orgasm crashes over me. I come hard, clenching around his fingers, my whole body shaking with the release. Every tight jolt of pleasure has me tensing and spasming. He keeps moving his hand gently, drawing it out while I pant against his shoulder, trying so hard not to make noise and wake my son, but deep, guttural groans still erupt.
He kisses the side of my head, murmuring softly, “That’s it… so good.” I love that he praises me for what he’s doing to me. He has no clue how that pushes my buttons.
I stay wrapped around him, trembling through the aftershocks, and he doesn’t pull his fingers away right away. Instead, he keeps them inside me, moving slowly while his mouth finds mine in soft, lingering kisses. His free hand grips my hip hard, reminding me that he still feels the intensity of that passion, and I sigh into his mouth, floating in the warm haze, feeling more alive than I have in years.
“You’re incredible,” he whispers between kisses, brushing his lips along my jaw and down my neck. His thumb continues lazy circles over my sensitive clit, keeping the pleasure humming through me with every twitch it elicits. I run my fingers through his hair, holding him close as my breathing slowly steadies.
After a few moments, the heat between us starts building again. Caleb pulls his hand away and grips my hips, dragging me to the very edge of the counter. His dick presses against my entrance, and our eyes lock for a second before I pull him closer. I want to feel him so deep, I can’t walk tomorrow. My body is craving it.
He pushes inside me inch by inch, causing us both to moan quietly as he bottoms out. He feels thick and perfect, stretching me in the most delicious way. And the roll of his hips is so perfect, I groan loudly, forgetting myself. I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, meeting every thrust as he kisses me hard, then buries his face in my neck.
“Olivia… fuck,” he groans, voice strained with pleasure. It’s so opposite from everything I know about him, it’s almost shocking, but I drink it in and bite his shoulder.
I hold onto his shoulders tightly as he starts thrusting harder. Each push rocks me back against the mirror. I have to keep biting my lip so I don’t moan too loudly. Caleb kisses me like he’s desperate, tongues tangled, while his hands grip my ass and pull me into every thrust. I wrap my legs around him tighter and move with him, meeting him stroke for stroke.
He feels so damn good stretching me, and my skin starts getting slick with sweat. I run my hands over his back, gripping his ass when it feels especially deep. I want him deeper, and I want to let go and feel him flood me.
“You’re so tight,” he growls against my mouth. “God, it's incredible."
He shifts a little and starts rubbing my clit again with his thumb while he keeps pounding into me. The feeling builds slowly in my belly, warmth that vibrates outward into my limbs as I burymy face in his neck, panting hard, trying like hell not to make noise. My thighs start shaking around his waist.
"Shit… oh, shit," I gasp, biting his shoulder hard. It makes him growl and fuck me harder, pushing my orgasm upward until I can’t fight it anymore. It hits me so hard, my pussy clamps down around his dick in strong pulses, over and over. The pleasure rips through me so intensely, my toes curl and my whole body jerks. I whimper against his shoulder, trying to muffle it, but it still comes out shaky and broken.
The waves roll through and Caleb doesn’t stop. He fucks me through it, panting and growling. “I’m so close,” he rasps, forehead pressed against mine.
Then his thrusts get choppy and rough. He buries himself deep and groans as he starts coming. I feel his dick throbbing, pulsing over and over as he fills me in hot spurts. His whole body tenses up while he keeps grinding into me through every wave.
The pleasure is incredible, stealing my ability to speak. I'd forgotten how amazing it felt to let someone else make me come. In fact, I'd forgotten how good it feels to come. With a child in the house, the last thing on my mind is sex. Caleb Ward has awakened the beast in me and I may never quiet it again.
"That was…" I breathe.
"Perfect," he finishes, claiming my lips again as he pulls out.
The heat of his release drains out of me, leaving a mess on my counter, and then he steps back. I'm delirious, half dazed and not quite sure about what just happened. So much so that I sit and watch him get dressed without commenting, and when he shoves his boots back onto his feet, I realize he's going to leave.
"You don't have to go," I whisper, listening as I speak to hear if there are sounds in the house.
"Oh, but I do… You have a kid and we can't just wake up together." The frown on his face is hard to read. Is he sad he can't stay with me because Ethan may ask questions, or does he regret what we just did so soon?
"At least stay for a beer?" I ask, slipping off the counter. The mess we made runs down my thigh, and I'll have to scrub the counter before morning.
Caleb pauses, looking at me intensely. His shirt is untucked, boots not tight, and his belt hangs open. When he leans forward, kissing me hungrily again with his fingers wrapped around the back of my neck, I know this is goodnight.
"I'm gonna walk out that door, and you're gonna go get in bed." He nips my lower lip. "And when you see me over that fence in the morning, you're gonna smile and remember this." Then he kisses me again, a long, swoony, passionate kiss that steals my breath and makes me want him all over again.
But he walks out, leaving me standing there naked with his cum dripping down my leg.
If Derek knew about this, he'd destroy me.
So I hope he doesn’t find out. Because I am beginning to think Caleb Ward might very well be the universe's reward for putting up with so much shit in my life.
10
CALEB
I've been parked across from the boutique for about forty minutes with a bag from the hardware store sitting on my passenger seat and a cold coffee in the cup holder I'm not going to finish. The bag's a prop. The coffee's a prop. I'm a prop too, if I'm being honest with myself. I have made up my mind that this witch hunt Derek has me on is pointless, and I'm only holding this space so that he doesn't make it worse by hiring a crook to paint Olivia in a bad light.
She's near the front display holding up two scarves for a woman who can't make up her mind. She tilts her head and says something that makes the woman laugh. She's so natural, I swear she could sell me my own truck if she tried. And I'm a fool for being hung up on her. It's clouding my judgment and making me uptight. I should never have gone to her back patio with her the other night. I knew I was already losing control.
