Caitlin's Hero

by Donna Gallagher

  Chapter Seventeen

  Brodie finally had Caitlin in his apartment and in his arms, alone. She sat on his lap, sipping at a glass of champagne. He was trying to think of a way to ease her nerves. She seemed so jittery, it was making him nervous too.

  “Now, this is better—having you here in my arms. I wasn’t sure that was ever going to happen after today’s debacle,” Brodie said, trying to ease the tense silence that had arisen. “I’m so sorry you got mixed up in this mess, angel. I wouldn’t have wanted that for the world, but unfortunately my very ex-wife is very vindictive and the more I think about it, the more I think she’s behind all this drama. But I promise you it won’t happen again. You are too important to me. You and Riley. I’m hoping that this, whatever this is between us, will develop into something really special, long term.”

  “It’s okay now—now that I’m here with you. I didn’t know what to think at the time, but your parents were so lovely, so wonderful to come to my rescue. All of you are so amazing. I went from feeling alone against the world—again—to being swamped with support, all in a matter of hours.” Caitlin’s soft voice held a tremor of nerves in it as she whispered in his ear. “But what I really need is for you to make me feel like you did the other night. It’s thinking about you touching me again that has me a bundle of nerves.” She giggled.

  “Angel, baby, that I can help you with. Believe me, it will be a pleasure. Let me put those nerves to better use.”

  And with that Brodie took the champagne glass from Caitlin and placed it in the ice-bucket next to the bottle of bubbly. Taking her by the hand, he collected the ice bucket in his other and headed to the bedroom.

  Brodie manoeuvred Caitlin to sit in the middle of his bed and placed the champagne on the dresser. He slowly turned towards her and smiled. He dragged his shirt off over his head, not even stopping to undo the buttons. He tossed it to the floor. Next, Brodie pulled off his boots, dropping them one by one, the sounds reverberating around the room. He could hear Caitlin’s breathing getting faster, little gasps escaping her mouth. He drew his zipper down very carefully over his arousal, then slid his jeans and boxers from his body at the same time.

  Brodie stood still, letting Caitlin see him—the natural him, with nothing more to show. He looked at her, filled with need and hunger and love. He knew it was love. Who would have thought he’d get to thirty before finally finding out what that meant?

  Her happiness was what he craved, and her body. Her eyes were glassy, like jewels glistening at him, as he climbed onto the bed and crept on all fours towards her, like a lion claiming his mate.

  She was so nervous, wanting him to make love to her, but also terrified. The night had been wonderful—everyone had been like a big family all crammed into her home, laughing and joking. She had felt like an angel floating around on a big soft cloud as the emotions just kept washing over her. Riley had been bouncing everywhere, so happy and vibrant, after being so devastated earlier in the day. She just hadn’t been able to stop feeling nervous about what was to come.

  Now she was sitting on his bed, and her hero was naked and so close she could reach out and touch him, if she dared. It felt like a dream.

  Brodie’s shaft stood erect in front of him, tangible proof of his need for her. She would be his tonight and the anticipation of this was starting to drive her crazy with need. Her mouth was dry, but her body was so wet. Caitlin had looked him in the eye as he’d stalked her, crawling towards her, seeming to take forever to reach her.

  Now, he encircled her ankle with his hand and pulled her towards him, tugging at her so she fell back on the bed.

  He carefully removed her shoes, massaging her insteps and kissing each of her toes. She giggled, but his passion-filled eyes silenced her as he slowly removed her jeans. She loved the way Brodie was looking at her lying there before him in her panties, and licking his lips. Caitlin couldn’t stand it any longer and grabbed at her shirt, attempting to rid herself quickly of any barriers between them, but as she pulled the fabric over her head she managed to get all tangled up in it. Frustrated at her clumsy attempts, Caitlin was a little relieved that Brodie could not see her face, which was now burning hot with embarrassment.

  As she struggled with her shirt, Brodie calmly removed the stubborn cloth, finally freeing her. Caitlin undid her bra and let the cups fall into her hands, leaving her breasts bare to Brodie’s hungry gaze. Her nipples were already hard as she arched her back, almost as an offering.

  Brodie growled. Caitlin knew that sound now—it was a good one. It made her feel powerful. She had made him growl in such a hungry way, and knowing it was the sight of her naked body making his eyes so wild built her confidence.

  Caitlin noticed a drop of fluid leaking from the tip of Brodie’s cock. She felt a little racy thinking of his penis as a cock, but it gave her the courage to reach out and touch the glistening tip. She couldn’t help herself—she caught it up on her finger and tasted it. The salty flavour was pure Brodie.

  He groaned her name and pounced on her. Almost savagely, he ground his lips down on hers. His tongue invaded her mouth, possessing it, owning it. He dragged her arms over her head and pinned them above her with one arm. She watched as he lowered his head and latched on to the left nipple, gently sucking, only to leave it tingling and go on to tantalise its neighbour.

  Caitlin was making little mewling sounds, loving the slow, seductive torture this man was inflicting on her, but she wasn’t sure she would survive it. He had a way of making her burn, electric sparks touching her whenever and wherever he made contact with her skin. She wanted to caress him, explore him, but her hands were trapped, pinned by his arms. She just lay back and let herself feel—feel as a woman should, enjoying the ministrations of the man she loved.

  Brodie made his way down to her belly button with his lips, then had to let go of her hands. He pressed them into the mattress in a silent command for her to keep them in place. He licked, kissed and nipped all the way back down her body, her breasts, her stomach and her hips, teasing and torturing as he went. Then his hands added to the pleasure. He tweaked her nipples, pulling at them until they were firm and hard from his touch. It all felt electric. Her pussy was pulsating and wet from the onslaught.

  Just when Caitlin thought she could stand no more, Brodie moved between her thighs. He spread open her aroused, swollen pink lips with his thumbs and delved in with his talented tongue. Caitlin nearly exploded off the bed—the feeling was so intense she wasn’t sure if she could take it. He circled her bud and pushed his tongue quite firmly down. She experienced a surge stronger than any she had felt before, a tidal wave that overtook every nerve in her body, leaving her gasping for some release to save her sanity. Caitlin flew over the precipice into the glorious feeling of sensual completion.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Brodie had nearly come when she’d licked that drop of pre-cum off her finger. The touch of Caitlin’s finger alone had nearly been enough. He could have gorged on her juices all night—she was like the taste of water to a parched, dying man, and her little sounds of pleasure had made him want to beat his chest with pride. What was it about Caitlin that bought out the caveman in him or, in this case, a wild animal? The need to please and protect her was so strong in him.

  She lay on the bed, sated from his attentions, and he could wait no longer. Brodie grabbed a condom from his bedside drawer. Tearing the packet with his teeth, he removed the latex protection from its packet and rolled it carefully onto his cock.

  He lifted Caitlin’s legs, holding them up over his elbows, exposing her entrance, the place he needed to drive deep inside. As the throbbing end of his eager, hard rod prodded at her opening, he felt her body tense. Brodie whispered for her to let him in, to let him bury himself deep into her so they could be as one. He felt her relax her tight muscles and he didn’t wait—he thrust into her.

  Brodie felt the barrier too late, smashing through it mercilessly, his brain not sending the warning message fast enou
gh to stop his body in time. He went as still as he could as he heard Caitlin cry out in pain.

  My God, she was a virgin. Why didn’t she tell me?

  Brodie tried to hush her cries, kissing her tenderly over and over. He had been like an animal and had hurt Caitlin again. It was unforgivable—he should have been gentler, more patient. He eased into her slowly, letting her body become accustomed to his invasion. As he held himself there, still holding her legs up in the air, thinking he should stop and let her recover, he felt her start to move. His angel was dancing beneath him, her hips moving in a swirling motion as she moaned with pleasure.

  Knowing it would only take a few thrusts to finish him, Brodie lowered one of Caitlin’s legs to the bed and placed his thumb on her clit, pressing and swirling as he slowly rolled his hips. He stretched her tight pussy, not sure if she would be able to take all of him comfortably just yet, becoming part of her before retreating and repeating the measured pace again, all the time fighting against his own urge to just bury himself inside her. The friction of his movements and his finger on her clit finally made her scream his name in pleasure. Brodie thrust again, trying to wring out all he could from her, prolonging her orgasm as he exploded inside her, yelling her name to the world just before he collapsed on top of her.

  Caitlin had tensed when he’d prepared to enter her, but she had been brought to such fulfilment by this man that she’d wanted to have him inside her. He had asked her to let him in. Caitlin had already let him into her heart, and this was all that was left. She just hadn’t been expecting the pain to be so sharp, had tried not to cry out, but it had all happened so fast that she hadn’t been able to stop herself.

  When Brodie had stopped and gone so still, she’d started to cry at the frustration. She’d wanted to satisfy him and make him soar as she had. The sensations she had felt, the pleasure he had brought her after that initial stab of pain, had been so much more than she could ever have imagined.

  As he lay on her now, she knew she had indeed satisfied him, could feel the rapid beat of his heart as he pressed down over her. Caitlin enjoyed the weight of her man on her body. He was heavy, but she was in a state of bliss. She was startled when he withdrew from her—her body clenched at him, trying to trap him inside her, but he continued his withdrawal. Caitlin felt the loss so intensely that unstoppable tears trickled down her face as the emotions of the day took control. She wasn’t hurt or sad, just overwhelmed.

  She watched as Brodie rose from the bed. It was the first time that Caitlin had seen his muscled back and firm butt close up and naked, and she took full advantage of the view as he walked away. He was the sexiest man she had ever seen. After Brodie had left the room, she could hear him moving around the adjoining bathroom and the sound of water running. Now she was alone in the bed, her tears became more like sobs as the impact of what she had just experienced sank in. Caitlin cried for her parents, that they would never meet this wonderful man, this man who had made her a woman.

  Standing in the bathroom, having disposed of the used condom, Brodie tried to comprehend the magnitude of what had happened. Caitlin was his—she had slept with no other. The selfish man in him loved that exclusivity and was determined for that to never change. He wanted to be the only man she would ever want. Brodie returned to the bedroom, ready to explain the depths of his feelings for her, for the gift she had bestowed on him…only to find her sobbing.

  “Angel… Caitlin, angel, please don’t cry. I’m sorry I hurt you. I should have known better.” Seeing her in tears was really upsetting him, and the fact that it was because of his actions just made it worse. “Oh, baby, I love you so much. It will be better next time, I promise. It only hurts the first time. Please, baby, you’re killing me here.”

  Brodie stroked his hands up and down her back as he held her, dying a little more with every sob that racked her beautiful little body.

  Caitlin sniffed loudly, the sound cutting a sob in half. “Brodie, I’m fine. It’s all okay, really. It didn’t hurt that much. It was more the shock than anything, and I was so worried that I wouldn’t be good… You know, be able to satisfy you. I was just a bit emotional. Wait—what did you just say?”

  Caitlin sat up abruptly, wiping at her eyes. She looked at him, wide-eyed and so sexy, her hair all mussed. Even her red, tear-stained face could not diminish her beauty as far as Brodie was concerned. She seemed so startled at his words, maybe a bit confused, and he felt no hesitation as he repeated his declaration of love. The woman was all about pleasing others, caring for others, worrying whether she would please him. It was amazing. She only had to be near him to make him grin like an idiot. It was time she knew.

  “Caitlin, I know it’s too soon, but I can’t lie to you. I’m thirty years old and this is the first time anyone has ever made me feel like you do. If this isn’t love, I don’t know what is. Baby, you couldn’t not satisfy me if you tried. One look at you, and I’m already so hard I could come without so much as a touch to my cock. I just hope that one day I can mean as much to you as you do to me.” Brodie’s confession was heartfelt, brutally honest. He’d never imagined putting his heart back out there again, not after Lila, but Caitlin was worth the risk.

  As Brodie sat still, waiting for her reaction, he noticed the glimmer in her eye. He knew that look, knew what her next movement would be. What he didn’t anticipate were the words that accompanied her actions, because as she threw herself on him and placed little kisses up and down his jaw, she whispered the words he was hoping for.

  “I love you, Brodie. I love the way you make me feel so beautiful. I love the way you care for me. I love the way you have taken Riley into your life and I think you are the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, and I especially love the way you make my body sing.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Caitlin awoke to the most spectacular scenery—and the water view was nice too!

  She lay in a warm bed, watching Brodie sleep. His face was relaxed, as though he was smiling at her. The creases around his closed eyelids were nearly gone. She loved the way his cheekbones were so prominent, high in his face. She couldn’t help herself—she ran her fingers lovingly over those cheekbones and across his slightly crooked nose, then touched the faded lines around his eyes.

  As he opened his eyes drowsily, Brodie smiled at her and took her breath away again. He was smouldering hot and he was hers. Caitlin could not believe how much her life had changed in such a short time. To be loved by someone like Brodie James, who was so accomplished, so handsome… It almost made her cry. Not to mention his friends and family. They were so caring, such nice people.

  And here she was in bed, completely naked, with such a temptation within reach. Although she was feeling slightly sore from the previous night’s activities, Caitlin felt her body respond at once as the naked, warm, muscular man reached out and fondled her breasts gently.

  “Mmm, I love these beauties. Perhaps I should practice some of my handling techniques with them. The headlines are always going on about my handling skills.”

  Caitlin did not really understand the football term, but loved the way Brodie said it with a twinkle in his eye. After reassuring him that she wasn’t fragile and not only wanted, but needed him to make love to her again, Caitlin placed her hand around his cock. He felt so warm, and the skin covering the rigid form was so soft. Caitlin ran her hand up and down, getting to know all of him. She loved the texture of the skin around the tip of the bulbous head and traced her finger around it, feeling the vein that bulged beneath the skin.

  She spread the drop of liquid that seeped from him around the tip, ran her finger down the long shaft and cupped the round sacs beneath it. Brodie groaned and growled the whole time, making little jerking motions beneath her explorations. Caitlin loved those sounds he made. They reassured her that she was doing the right thing—not having had previous experience of lovemaking, she was not sure what to do. She positioned herself closer to his erection, close enough that she could run her tongue around th
e satiny tip, but before she could continue her sensual journey, and learn the way Brodie liked to be held and licked and sucked, she was surprised to find herself lifted and placed once again on her back.

  Although disappointed to be interrupted—exploring Brodie was beginning to be one of Caitlin’s favourite pastimes—she was not at all sorry at the attention he was giving her. Brodie did live up to his promise of not hurting her again—unless, of course, the torturous build-up of pleasure he managed to inflict on her, before bringing her to completion with another wave of satisfaction, could be called pain. Each of them shouted the other’s name as they came.

  Showering together was quite daunting to start with for Caitlin. To be standing naked in front of Brodie in broad daylight was embarrassing. Brodie was having none of it, had picked up on her shyness.

  “No way should you be thinking about hiding that body from me, angel. You are a very desirable woman. Never be ashamed to show yourself to me.”

  “I know it’s silly after all we just did…” she started to say, but was silenced by Brodie’s lips.

  He touched her everywhere—soaped up, lathered and washed every tiny bit of skin on her body, paying extra attention to her breasts.

  “Let the shower wall take your weight and spread your legs, angel. I want to taste you, suck on your clit till I make you come all over my tongue.”