Finding Home (Breaking Free Series Book 1)

by Becca Taylor

  All while he is kissing, more like sucking, on my neck, his hands are everywhere. Running up my arms, down my ribs, cupping my breasts while his thumbs caress my nipples. It feels so good! His mouth replaces his hands on my breasts. His hot tongue swirls around my hard nipples. I grip his hair, massaging and tugging the whole time, making Caleb groan in appreciation.

  As he works his way down my body, he kisses, nips and licks every inch of my stomach, taking extra time around my belly button. I have never had anyone take so much time on pleasuring me before. And, god, does he pleasure me.

  His fingers pull the string on my panties, smiling as he unties them. “I’ve wanted to do that since I saw them. These are sexy as hell, Kat. I want to buy you a dozen more.”

  As he pulls them the rest of the way off I tell him. “I bought a few more for special occasions already, Caleb.”

  Caleb positions himself on the bed, between my legs, on his knees. Cupping under my ass, he lifts my legs over his shoulders, bringing me to his mouth. “Oh God, Caleb. Yes!”

  It is the most erotic moment in my life. I would never be comfortable like this with anyone besides Caleb. His mouth works every inch of my sex. He sucks and licks my pussy with such hunger, my orgasm rips through my body as I scream his name.

  As he pushes off his boxer briefs, he lowers only one of my legs down off his shoulder. Straddling the leg he just lowered, he presses himself against my opening. “You ready for me baby?”

  He starts stroking my elevated leg with his hand. “Yes, Caleb, I’m ready.”

  He enters me slowly, inch by inch until he is buried deep inside. “Fuck, Kat. You feel. So. Fucking. Good.” He pulls out, pushing in slowly again.

  It feels amazing, but I want more. “I need more, Caleb.”

  He stops moving all together, and I grunt my protest. “You sure, baby.”

  “Yes, please. I need more.” With my permission, he pulls out slow before slamming into me. Giving me exactly what I needed. Every time he enters me completely, he rolls his hips, groaning. He repeats the same movement over and over. Out slow, hard in. From this position, there is not much I can do. He has me pinned by his leg, gripping my other leg tightly.

  “Fuck, Kat. You, this position, feel so fucking good like this. I like to watch as you suck my cock in deep.” And there is the dirty talking Caleb I love.

  The moment he starts talking dirty, my orgasm builds fast. I feel myself tightening around him. “Don’t stop, Caleb.”

  He groans, “Never, baby.” A few more thrusts put me over the edge, screaming his name again. Caleb pounds into me faster, chasing his own release, which causes me to have a second, more intense orgasm. Moments later, I feel him pulsing inside me. “God, Kat. I love you, baby.” Then he falls on the bed next to me. Have you ever had an orgasm so good, that you are laughing and crying at the same time? That is what is happening to me.

  Caleb looks at me concerned, stroking my cheek. “Are you ok, baby? Did I hurt you?”

  Did he honestly think that he hurt me? That was the most intense moment of my life. “No Caleb. That was amazing. More than amazing. One down.”

  He gets up on his elbows. “What are you talking about, one down?”

  I laugh. “Tomorrow, I’m going to the bookstore, early. One down, many more to try.”

  He kisses me deeply. “I love you, baby. Just when I think you can’t get any more perfect, you prove me wrong.”

  I caress his cheek. “I love you too, babe.” I curl into Caleb’s arms and fall into a deep sleep.

  Katerina

  CALEB AND I HAVE been living together for a little over a year now. Has it been perfect? No. Do we fight occasionally? Yes. Would I change a thing? Definitely not.

  We have our ways of dealing with things. When I get mad, I go listen to music, loudly, dancing my frustrations away. If he gets angry, he goes for a run or ride on his motorcycle. In the end, he comes home. After we have our time apart, we pick a page from our book and have the best make up sex. Sometimes, I think we fight on purpose.

  Today, we are having our friends over for a post-weekend Thanksgiving dinner. Everyone one is bringing something, so none of us would have to do all the cooking. I made the turkey and pies. Right now, a dance mix is playing loudly on the stereo, as I roll out dough to the beat. Making Caleb’s favorite, apple pie. Flour is everywhere, including on me. I waited to shower, knowing I would be a mess, but I have plenty of time before everyone will show up.

  From the bedroom, I hear Caleb call for me, “Baby, can you come here for a minute?”

  “I’m kind of busy at the moment.”

  He gets a little annoyed, “Just for a minute. Now put down your rolling pin, and quit your dancing, and get your sweet ass in here.”

  Really? “Is it that important? I need to finish so I can get ready.”

  “Kat, pretty please. I just need you to see something. I promise, only a minute, then you can finish.”

  How can I say no to that? “Fine, Caleb, one second.”

  After I quickly rinse my hands, drying them on them on the towel I grabbed, I walk to the bedroom. When I walk through the door, the towel I am carrying drops to the floor. Before me is a freshly showered and dressed Caleb on one knee. “This might take more than a minute.”

  Caleb

  KAT’S HAND IS now covering her mouth in shock. We talked about this, but I don’t think she knew it was going to happen now. Tears were already running down her face as I reach for her hand.

  “Hi, baby.” I kiss her hand.

  “Hi, Caleb.”

  “You’ll have to forgive me if I mess this up a little. I’ve never done this before.” I prepared a speech that was less than perfect, but I know she’ll love it anyway.

  “Okay.”

  “The day I met you, I knew my life was changing, for the better. But I messed up by not getting your number. As if by magic, you showed up, and rocked my world again. I think I knew then, that you were it for me. Then, I almost lost you again. Those two times were some of the worst moments of my life. I never want to be without you again. We’ve been doing this, us, for a long time now, and I think we got this. It’s time for the next adventure in our lives. We found our home together, now I want to fill it. You good with that?” She just shakes her head yes. “Good, because I want as least five rugrats.” She interrupts me, holding up two fingers. I disagree by holding up three. “We’ll figure it out when the time comes. We got plenty of time. Now, quit ruining my romantic moment. I was going to ask you a question.”

  She waves me on, smiling and crying at the same time. “Katerina Sisti, will you do the honor of letting me love you every morning, every afternoon and every evening? I promise no matter what kind of day we have, good or bad, I will kiss you when you first wake up, and kiss you even more before you go to sleep. So what do you say, baby? Will you make me the happiest man and marry my ass?”

  “Yes, Caleb. Under one condition though.”

  I lift my brow in confusion, and she continues. “Let me finish my pies first, before you put that beautiful ring on my finger. Because once it’s on my finger, it’s never coming off. Then, I want you to make love to me, page thirty-four.”

  That’s my girl, the woman I love. The woman who will be my wife. I put the ring box on the nightstand and start unbuttoning my shirt. “You have five minutes, Kat. Because as much as I want that apple pie, I want that ring on your finger. Like Yesterday.”

  The End . . . of this Adventure

  Stay tuned for a glimpse of Finding Peace

  Dear Readers,

  I hope you all enjoyed reading Kat and Caleb’s adventure. The first chapter I wrote came from a dream. When I woke up, I knew I had to write every detail of that dream down. Daily, these two characters kept popping into my head, wanting their stories told.

  From these two, other characters and friendships were born. Finding Peace will be Aly and Bentley’s adventure. This book will take place at the same time as Finding Home, but the sto
ry will not repeat more than necessary. Here is a glimpse of Finding Peace enclosed for you to enjoy.

  Thank you for your support,

  Becca Taylor

  Preview of Finding Peace

  Breaking Free Series Book 2

  Alyssa

  “MIKE, I HAVE TO talk to you about something.” This discussion wasn’t one I was ready to have, but I knew it was necessary for my sanity.

  “What, Alyssa? What do we have to talk about today that we haven’t talked about every day?” See what I mean. Absolutely necessary before I pull all my hair out. And I happen to like my blonde hair.

  “I’m moving out.” There I said it. I already felt the breath I was holding exit my lungs.

  “What do you fucking mean you are moving out?” And here it comes. You see, Mike and I have been together for a long time, almost eleven years now. At this point, I’m pretty good at detecting how he will react to things. We are about to hit defcon five . . . in four, three, two . . .”What the fuck, Aly? You cheating on me? You find someone else to take care of your sorry ass? You think you can do better than this? Well, have at it. Pack your shit and go.”

  I take a deep breath as Mike sits on the couch next to me, waving his beer around, screaming at me. Why do I put up with his tirades? Even I wonder what the answer to that question is. I hate where we live. I mean, absolutely, hate it. I work as much overtime as possible, go to the gym, and hang out with my friends just so I don’t have to be here. Let me explain why I am here, physically. I was made a promise. Mike promised me that if I moved in to his mobile home, we could save money and finally build a house on the property we owned. That’s when things were good between us, well better than they are now. That was three years ago. I’ve lost all faith in that dream. It’s not going to happen.

  You want to hear the sad part? I want to stay with Mike. Not here though, not living in this place. I think that if I move out things will get better. He will see how much he misses me, maybe even loves me, and we can finally start a real life together. He’s not always like this, just when he drinks, which he has been doing a lot of lately. This is why I close my eyes tight, take a deep breath and continue. “No, Mike. There’s no one else. I just think, maybe it would be better if we live separately. Maybe, we can fix what hasn’t been working lately. I just want to be happy again, you to be happy with me.”

  Putting his beer on the water stained end table, he crouches in front of me. He wipes the tears away that started falling down my face. “I’m sorry, Al. I freaked when you said you were leaving me.”

  When I look up into his eyes, his face features softened from the man he was a few seconds ago. “I never said I was leaving you. I just said I was moving out.”

  He pulls my head to his chest, stroking my hair. “I said I’m sorry. Explain to me what’s going on. I will listen.”

  I hug him close. “I’m sorry too. Perhaps, I should have said it a little better. You know I hate living here. I want us to live somewhere else, but I know you won’t leave. You’ve been so distant lately. I think it would be better for me to find somewhere else to live, until we build the house.”

  “I know I’ve been on edge lately. It’s not you. Work’s a mess, they keep cutting my hours. You know it’s going to take time to get the house plans started. If you feel like you need to do this, fine. I won’t like it, but I will support you.” He kisses my forehead before leaving the room.

  “Thanks, Mike.” He just nods his head and locks himself in the bedroom. I fall back against the couch sighing with relief. One step closer to finding peace. That actually went better than I thought.

  Blow by Ke$ha

  Higher by Creed

  Plush by Stone Temple Pilots

  Wasting Time by Kid Rock

  Just a Girl by No Doubt

  Sorry by Buckcherry

  What’s Up? by Four Non Blondes

  Picture by Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow

  Hysteria by Muse

  One by Creed

  Neon Light by Blake Shelton

  Your Man by Josh Turner

  Ticks by Brad Paisley

  My Immortal by Evanescence

  One Last Breath by Creed

  Photograph by Ed Sheeran sung by Sydney Rhame

  Broken by Seether and Amy Lee

  Madness by Muse

  So Far Away by Staind

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