Deliver Us (The Sinful Duet Book 2)

by Skyla Madi

  “Don’t stop,” I hiss, struggling to move my hips under his weight.

  “I can’t fucking—” He tries to pull out, but I wrap my legs around him, holding him inside. “Shit. Wait,” he gasps into the nape of my neck.

  “No.” I kiss his shoulder. “Don’t make me wait, Caleb. Please.”

  My voice is pathetic and needy, husky from the sex, but he doesn’t listen. He stops completely and pulls out. I growl and push on his shoulders, forcing space between us, then flick my hips and push against him. Caleb moves with me, allowing me to roll him onto his side, then I push him flat on his back, taking him as deep as possible, not an inch to spare. A rush of air swoops from my lungs, and Caleb clamps his hands on my hips and applies immense pressure, but I continue anyway, rocking my hips. Up here, I control the movement and the pace. He’s defenseless, and I can take what I want.

  “Fuck!” he hisses, dragging his dark, hungry stare up my stomach to my breasts, making my stomach flip. “You look so sexy up there.”

  Heat blooms over my body as he smooths his hands from my hips to my thighs. I lean forward a little, planting my hands close together on his chest, and rock against him. He doesn’t stop me from sliding up and down on him. Instead, he clenches my thighs, grits his teeth, and lets me work myself up, until the tremble in my calves moves to my thighs. I curse under my breath, so does he, and he glides his palm over the flat of my stomach to the smooth skin between my breasts. For a beat, he feels the pulse of my heart and the shallowness of my breath before easing me upright and nudging me backward. I lean back, planting my hands on the mattress behind me, my breath hitching as the curve of his length bores harder against my upper wall. From this position, my legs are wider, every private inch of me exposed to Caleb, who gently thumbs my clit as I rock back and forth.

  “God,” I whisper, squeezing and clenching around him.

  Every roll of my hips gets faster and faster, growing harder, more forceful, until my knees twitch closer together, each spasm controlled by every powerful throb stirred by the friction his tough thumb generates against my sensitive flesh. In this moment, as my head swims and my blood races, I know exactly why I never allowed Nick to touch me. I know how it feels to want someone so bad it’s maddening. I never felt that with him. He never set my skin on fire enough to want it. He would’ve ruined it, my perception of pleasure. My memories. Only Caleb can make me feel this way.

  I only want him.

  The feeling of Caleb’s cock skimming against my wall, the expert attention he gives to my tender clit, and the fact it’s him touching me, pushes me closer to my orgasm…

  …but I don’t want to come yet. I want to be on the edge of bliss, like this, for a little while longer. I tilt my head back and sink my teeth into my lower lip, refusing my moans exit from my lips.

  “You ride me so good, Cassia,” Caleb groans, his voice rough and husky. “So fucking hot. So wet.” I blow out an exhale, my body shuddering as I do, and under heavy lids, his gaze pierces mine. “You like it when I talk to you while we fuck, don’t you? I remember.”

  I squeeze my eyes shut, wanting to torture myself by resisting my orgasm until I can no longer contain it, until the pressure threatens to blow me apart. “Yes.”

  “So damn tight…” he mutters, pushing himself up onto his elbows. “Every time.”

  He sits up and wraps an arm around my waist. I squeak as he yanks me against him, our chests smashing together, our foreheads connecting with a gentle thud. I keep going with my rocking motion, working him inside me instead of sliding up and down. Our pelvis rub together, my climax never receding, thanks to my piercing.

  “Caleb…” I groan, wrapping my arms around him, splaying one palm on his wide back, burying the other in his hair. “I’m going to…”

  “Yeah,” he speaks on a heavy exhale, his arms trembling. “I can feel you squeezing me. Come all over my cock. Your cock. It’s all yours.”

  Closing my eyes, I arch my back and bite back my cry as my orgasm slams into me, not giving me the chance to fight it off. It overcomes me in merciless pulses, until keeping my thighs apart feels impossible. My orgasm is exceptional, shaking me so hard I’m certain I’d fall and shatter into a million pieces if Caleb weren’t holding me so tightly, forcing me to pulse around his length until I can no longer bear it. He growls, like he’s displeased with me, and I barely have time to register the sound before he moves his hand to my throat and squeezes enough for me to feel it.

  “That’s not the Cassia I know,” he bites out, and I open my eyes. “My Cassia is a loud little thing. She knows I like to hear how good I make her feel.”

  I shiver, still riding out the remnants of my orgasm. “Caleb—”

  My breath hitches as he releases my throat and shoves me on my back. He bends my legs at the knees and pushes them toward my chest, thrusting impossible deep inside me, knocking the air from my lungs. I grit my teeth with a loud groan as my thighs fall further apart.

  “Don’t ever hold back when you come for me,” he snaps, cutting his dark green eyes at me. My attention flitters to the window then Caleb, and his glare darkens.

  Is it such a bad thing I’m worried Nick could be home? That he might hear us? “I-I’m sorry.”

  Caleb pummels into me, striking me deep, deeper than ever, punishing me. “He has no idea how you sound when you’re getting fucked good. He’s never heard it.”

  Shit. He feels amazing. He’s thick and hard, purely animalistic as he relentlessly plows into me. “He hasn’t.”

  He hums his approval, then swears under his breath. “I’m gonna come. Rub your pussy, baby, and don’t you dare keep those moans inside. I want to hear it.”

  I reach for my clit and rub myself, hard and fast. I shiver and shudder, lifting my hips to meet his ferocious thrusts. Caleb hunches over me, grazing his lips against mine.

  “You want my cum?” he groans out, and his voice, the thick arousal in it, sets fire to my blood.

  “I want it. Please.”

  My orgasm builds quickly and takes me with the force of a popping champagne cork, then submerges me, like a crashing wave. It’s so sudden, so intense, my breath escapes me, my hips lift, and my body convulses. I cry out, loudly, and Caleb curses, then shoves his mouth against mine and greedily inhales my moans of pleasure. He thrusts into me, his pubic bone against mine, extending my orgasm longer than I can stand, but there’s nowhere for me to go, no way to escape the overwhelming sensations. So I lie there, a moaning, quivery mess, forced to feel everything his body is doing to mine.

  “Fuck. Cassia.” He forces it out between his clenched teeth, pumping his hips erratically, until his body shudders and he holds himself deep inside me, coming with manly, sexy as hell grunts, that makes the skin on the back of my neck vibrate.

  Pulling away from his mouth, I turn my head to catch my breath, and he lowers his forehead to my collar bone. I sigh as his hot breath blows against my skin and his body twitches as his hard length pulses inside me. Still throbbing, he gently pushes in and out, small ministrations that make his abs clench and unclench, and causes my skin to pebble with delight.

  Eventually, our gazes find each other again, and he kisses me tenderly on my swollen lips, resting his body completely against me. Dazed, I lose myself in his beautiful mossy irises, heavy lids, and his wildly beating heart as it thumps into mine. A million and one things pass silently between us, neither of us knowing what to say or what to do. From the outside, we must look awkward, waiting for the other to make the first move or utter the first word, but in our bubble, I’ve never been so content. I’m happy to remain in this stupor for the rest of my life. It’s quiet here. Peaceful.

  After a few minutes, Caleb’s lips quirk at the corners, then spread into a heart-stopping smile. “You pierced your damn clit and got a tattoo.”

  I laugh, smoothing my palms along his biceps. “I did.”

  “Your father will have a heart attack if he finds out.”

  I simper. �
�Who’s going to tell him? You?”

  “Maybe.” Caleb pulls out and away from me, moving from between my legs to the edge of the bed. He gives me a look as he reaches for his discarded sweatpants. “Come back with me.”

  I press my knees together and roll toward the edge of the bed, swinging my legs off the edge. “No.”

  “You don’t have to see them.”

  “I said no.” I lift myself to my feet and storm toward the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.

  I’m not mad, not really, but I want him to see I’m firm in my decision. It’s not that I don’t miss my parents—I do, terribly—but they hurt me. If they want back in my life, they have to apologize and show me they can accept me for who I am. Why is he campaigning for them anyway? They hate him and vice versa.

  “Worth a shot,” I hear him mumble from his room, and my lips twitch.

  *Caleb*

  After Cassia does whatever she needs to do, she exits the bathroom in search of her clothes. I try not to smile at the fact she’ll never find them without my help.

  “What’re you looking for?” I ask, brushing my hand down the front of my shirt.

  She ignores me as she frowns, confused her clothes aren’t scattered where she left them. I lounge on my bed, my hands behind my head, and watch as she walks around the room in nothing but her ridiculously sexy pair of high socks. Eventually, she exhales and turns toward me, planting her hands on her hips. “Where are my clothes?”

  I glance at her breasts. Her areolas are darker, her nipples hard and pointy from the cold, and she grits her teeth against a subtle shiver.

  “Where’d you put them?”

  Cassia’s lips pull into a smile, then it fades. I pull my hand from behind my head and fold them tightly across my chest as she inches toward the end of my bed and climbs on, resting on her knees. “I know you want me to stay. I want to stay here in bed with you too, but I have to go. Nick will be home soon and I don’t want him to think we—” She catches herself as I feel my expression darken. “Not that it matters since we’re not together, but…it’s awkward, you know?”

  “Nick isn’t home?” I ask, unable to keep my frustration from my tone.

  I don’t know why it bugs me that she’s come over when he’s not home. I want him to know about us, about what we did. I want him to hate her so much he can’t bear the thought of being with her ever again.

  “No, but he will be at some point.” She lifts her arms and tightens her messy ponytail. “I’d rather not smell like sex and you, so I need my clothes.”

  “Shower here.”

  Cassia tilts her head. “I have to go.”

  I groan and push out of my position until I’m kneeling in front of her. I’ve just got her back. I don’t want to let her go yet. I reach out and brush my fingers over her knuckles, then move up her forearms. Anxiety creeps into my chest and churns my stomach at the thought of being alone in this fucking apartment I can’t stand.

  “Stay,” I murmur, pinching the pink tip of a lock of her hair between my thumb and forefinger. “Tell him you’re with a friend and you won’t be back until tomorrow.”

  I purposely avoid using the word home. It’s not. Her home is with me, not some lame accountant whose name, amusingly enough, rhymes with Dickless. Sort of.

  Cassia glances down and watches as I toy with her hair. “Do you really need me here that bad?”

  I nod, and I hate feeling so weak and needy, so pathetic and clingy, but having her here is the only time I’ve been able to feel something other than crushing numbness. “I need you here.”

  Unconvinced, she snags her lower lip between her white teeth.

  “We’ll stay in bed until tomorrow,” I push, and it’s met with a perfect, quirked brow.

  “It’s lunch time. You want to stay in bed until tomorrow?”

  I lift a shoulder. I’ve been sinking in my own desolation for hours, not paying attention to the minutes that tick by. I thought it’d be closer to dinner. Regardless, time will fly by now she’s here.

  “I’ll make pumpkin soup and grill garlic bread. We can watch whatever you want. Wade has Netflix.”

  Cassia thinks on it for a few long seconds before giving in with an exhale. “Okay. If you need me to stay with you, I will, but you have to let me go tomorrow.”

  I roll my stare to the wall, not promising anything, and she shoves her fingers into my chest, almost knocking me off balance. “Caleb.”

  She lifts her arms to do it again, but I snatch her wrists and tug her close to me. Her breath hitches and her body collides with mine. I flick my hips, turning us as I yank us toward the mattress. I land hard against her soft, naked body, pinning her hands above her head, and she curses.

  “Why do you want to go?” I ask. “I’ll take good care of you. I’ll keep you warm, wash you, bring you food whenever you want—”

  Puckering her lips, she blows wild strands of hair from her face, then grins at me. “I’m not a cat you can keep.”

  But why? Why can’t I keep her? Why does he get to see her rested face every morning? Why does he get to study her mannerisms, her quirks, and smell her sweet shampoo as it wafts from her hair after her shower? I bet those little things don’t soothe him like they’d soothe me. I bet he doesn’t appreciate it like I would. It’s not fair. Nothing in this life is fucking fair. A tight, angry sound vibrates in my chest. I want to pick a fight with her. I want to make her cry, make her tell me she hates him with a passion and I’m the only one for her. More than that, I want her to declare her love for me and promise it’s unwavering and everlasting, no matter how dark I get…

  …instead, I kiss her.

  Deeply.

  I pour every thought I just had into it, and she happily takes my bruising kiss, like it’s a gift. In our kiss, I get everything I want. I’m the only one for her.

  Her love for me is unwavering and everlasting, no matter how dark I get.

  And I get it without making her cry.

  Breaking the kiss, I rest my forehead against hers and release her wrists. My breath hitches as she clutches my face and holds me to her. “I know my staying with him is hard for you,” she utters, wrapping her legs around my hips to hold me tighter. “But it’s not for long. I want to be with you. I just need time to sort my life out.”

  “Why do you have to sort it? My shit’s a mess and I get by just fine.”

  “Are you happy, though? With your life?”

  I pull my head back to glance at her lips. I guess I haven’t thought about it. Happiness has been a fleeting emotion for as long as I can remember. I’ve learned to get by without it. Right now? It’s not hard to be happy when everything I want is in my arms, but if she wasn’t here…happiness would be a distant memory of our time in Paradise Valley.

  “Come on,” I tell her, lifting myself off her naked body, avoiding her question. “Let’s shower.”

  Cassia follows me into the bathroom and discards her socks as I turn on the shower. By the time I get my shirt off, Cassia’s standing under the hot jets and steam has half-filled the room.

  When I get in, I wash her. She likes that and offers me small smiles as I wash the bubbles from her perfect body. After, I dry her too and put her in my favorite, warmest long-sleeved shirt and a pair of my sweatpants before tucking her into my bed and snuggling in behind her.

  For the first time in a long time, I’m content. I once doubted my ability to love anyone or anything, but she’s been the bright center of my dark universe from the moment we met. It’s her. It’s always been her.

  “I love you,” I whisper into her hair after a small eternity of cuddling. “You know that, right?”

  I get no response, only the sound of a deep sleep. I envy how easily she’s able to slip into the peace and quiet of her mind. Exhaling, I roll away from her and out from underneath the blankets. Opening the top drawer of my bedside table, I pull out Cassia’s black bible, the one with the gold pages I stole from her bedroom after visiting her parents for
dinner one night, and go out onto the fire escape for a cigarette.

  Chapter Eight

  C A S S I A

  I wake up sometime later. My stomach is turbulent, and my head is foggy from over-sleeping. Arching my back, I rub at my face and turn my body toward Caleb’s side of the bed. Blinking away remaining sleep, I run my palm along the cold, empty mattress and pause. His side is empty.

  “Caleb?” I announce into the silent room and get nothing in return.

  I sit up, clenching the blankets to my chest with a shiver. The temperature has plummeted. His warmish room is now icy and cold with impending nightfall. But it can’t be…

  I toss the blankets back and slip out of the bed. The cold air clings to my clothes and my bare toes, so I quickly run to the bathroom and put my socks on, then I take the top blanket from his bed and pull it around me. Where is he? I step away from the bed and a bright, orange beam of light catches my eye and I squint at the slice in the curtains. Is he outside? In this weather?

  I saunter toward the huge window and peek through the curtain and out into the city. I gasp at the low-lying sun, a dark orange that contrasts beautiful with a pink, dusky sky. It’s late afternoon. I grab the hem of the heavy curtain and sweep it to the side. I’m met with Caleb’s wide back as he hunches over the railing of the fire escape, one of his legs bent as he props his foot on the lowest railing. Above his messy, blond hair, a thin stream of smoke swirls, and in his hand, he clenches an unopened bible. My bible.

  I grip the icy window handle and pull it open, inhaling sharply when the freezing air hits me. God. I hate winter. How can he stand to be out here?

  Caleb turns his head, and I notice the red swells in his cheeks, the cherry-colored spot on the tip of his nose. “Don’t come out here,” he says. “It’s cold.”

  I drop the blanket and climb out onto the landing anyway. The air penetrates my clothes and my skin instantly, chilling me to the bone.