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“Better hope nothing happens to you over there,” Ryan spews out, bringing his joint up to his lips and aiming his conniving glare at me. “Daddy Rick will be the one to notify you if he gets blown to kingdom come.”
“Shut your fucking hole!” Kaleb barks, and I can see him getting agitated.
The thoughts Ryan’s words put in my head makes me sick. I feel my stomach sink and the rest of my body tense. It’s not like it’s never crossed my mind, but I choose to not entertain it.
And I thought these guys were supposed to know him better than I do. Why would they goad him like this with such a sensitive subject? I place my hand on the back of his neck and start gently rubbing, hoping to keep at least part of him calm.
“I’m just saying…” Ryan’s words sail out of his mouth on a puff of smoke. “He’s your next of kin. He’ll get notified, and then you know he’ll be back here sniffing around the house and seeing what he can get out of your grandpa’s business. He’ll probably turn it into some kind of sleezy, Podunk gentleman’s club.” He starts laughing at himself, choking on his own fumes in the process as Kaleb looks down at the grass, the firelight highlighting the pensive set of his eyes. I can see what all this talk is doing to him. I know enough about his father to know he hurt him beyond belief, both physically and emotionally. It makes me hurt somewhat on his behalf, and I feel a protective urge come over me.
“Kaleb?” I say softly, doing the only thing I can think of to get him away from this toxic energy. He doesn’t speak, but looks to me with attentiveness in his eyes. “I’m getting tired. Can you take me home?”
He responds by jumping to his feet and taking my hand to pull me up. “Sorry, guys,” he announces. “I’m out. My girl’s tired and I’m taking her home.” He doesn’t waste time with small talk; he simply leads me away while giving a few waves and fist bumps as we make our way back to the street.
* * *
Kaleb wasquiet on the way home, and I only have a small idea why. His past with his father has always been there, but maybe that ass, Ryan, pushed his buttons in just the right way. Clearly that guy lives for getting a rise out of people.
When we get back to the house, Kaleb excuses himself to take a shower while I go change for bed. Going through my bag, I find the one item I brought along to surprise him, and it might just be the ticket for this moment. Slipping on the old t-shirt, I revel in the feel of the soft cotton falling over my bare skin. It’s nothing big, but I’m hoping it will warm his heart and give him something to smile about.
When I hear the shower shut off, I tip-toe down the hardwood hallway towards the bathroom and quietly let myself in. I find my solemn soldier leaning against the sink, droplets of water clinging to the dewy skin of his back, and a seafoam green towel wrapped around his trim waist. His head is dipped downward, water dripping from the front strands of his hair and into the white porcelain basin. His wet lashes are pressed against his cheekbones as he pulls in a deep breath before slowly letting it out.
I don’t know whether to ask him what’s wrong right now. Our relationship is deep, but it’s also very different; only knowing different pieces of each other instead of the whole story from start to finish. All I know is he’s hurting, and I want him to know I’m here.
Stepping quietly behind him, I wrap my arms around his waist and press my forehead into the smooth span of skin between his shoulder blades. I nestle my face into his back as if trying to burrow into him, and my heart squeezes when I feel his hands come over mine where they rest against his sternum. He takes hold of them, stroking the back of my hand with his thumb. Turning my head, I press a soft kiss to his back, thanking him for accepting my comfort.
We stand there in the quiet, steamy bathroom for several moments, neither of us saying a word, just breathing together.
I feel his heartbeat finally slow beneath my palm and he slowly turns. When he faces me, the look on his face is priceless. I take a mental snapshot of the way nostalgia dances in those green eyes, and the way his small smile lights up his face.
“No fucking way,” he muses tenderly, shaking his head as he recognizes the Shane Auto Repair t-shirt he put on me three years ago.
“Yes fucking way,” I throw sweetly back at him.
“It looks just as sexy on you as it did at the lake,” he says, skimming his rough hands down my arms until they find purchase on my waist.
“It’s nice to sleep in,” I inform him, even though I only ever slept in it that one night after we fought. After that, the reminder of him was too much and so I tucked it away – until this morning, that is.
“Is that so?” he retorts, and I nod as he starts to walk me backwards out of the bathroom. “Well, it’s now my favorite view – you wearing my shirt,” he husks out the last few words before bringing his mouth down on mine while expertly steering me down the hall. This kiss is different from the many he’s given me over the last day. There’s conviction behind this one. It’s like he’s trying to tell me an important secret while he claims me.
“I want you to lie down on the bed,” he whispers as we cross the threshold of the dark bedroom, “but keep the shirt on,” he adds as I sit on the edge of the mattress. The moon filtering through the gauzy curtains is our only light, but he looks like a being from my dreams as he kneels on the floor in front of me. I lie back like he told me to, bringing one foot up to rest on the edge of the bed as I feel his calloused hands pushing the material of the t-shirt up my thighs.
I feel his breath on my inner thigh, along with the brush of his stubble as he nuzzles his face against my skin, and my eyes flutter closed, waiting for the next sensation. I start at the flick of his tongue against my lace panties, followed by a longer, harder stroke before I feel his face dive between my legs, attaching his mouth to my sex and dampening the lace with aggressive licks of his tongue.
“Ohh…” the moan is carried from my lips by an exhale of breath, followed by another sharp inhale when he moans against me, the heat and vibration taking my arousal to a new height. I open my eyes and tilt my head to look down, and find his green eyes penetrating my gaze. Without looking away, Kaleb takes hold of my panties at my hips and starts dragging them down my thighs until they drop to the floor.
My dirty talking soldier is unusually quiet, but I don’t say anything. I just follow his lead, letting him take what he wants, whatever he needs right now… and so I let him bury his face between my legs, his arms wrapping around my thighs and squeezing tightly as he devours my pussy. I feel every breath, lick, moan, and the scratch of his stubble, and it’s all driving me mad as I reach down and grip onto his brown locks.
“Oh, God,” I moan out desperately as he pulls me tighter against his mouth. This feels so good I could cry.
“Let it all out, Luna,” he whispers against my folds between strokes of his tongue. “I want to hear it all. Moan for me.”
His words take my breath away in a series of pants and gasps as he continues to spear and stroke his tongue. I cry out with abandon, sure I can be heard all over town. “Kaleb!” I scream his name as I get closer.
“Yes,” he hisses against my skin. “That’s it, my girl.”
“Fuck,” I whimper on a weak breath as I feel my core start to tighten and coil, and I just barely catch Kaleb whipping his towel off in my peripheral. My hips are rolling, my sex seeking out his tongue as it laps against me faster. I’m chasing my orgasm now, and right when it’s just within reach, Kaleb pulls away and rises to come down on top of me. His cock thrusts into me without ceremony, fucking me through the most explosive orgasm that’s ever racked my body.
I scream out his name and he groans in approval, letting my moans guide his momentum to bring me down at just the right pace, planting kisses along my neck as he waits patiently for me to catch my breath.
