“Brynna,” he whispers against my core, making my pussy clench.
“What?”
“Give me just one more, baby. One more time.”
He leans in close and pulls my lips into his mouth, hollows his cheeks and sucks gently, pushes his tongue inside me, always pulling my hips forward and harder against his face.
It’s un-freaking-believable.
Suddenly, my thigh and stomach muscles begin to shake uncontrollably. I grip the sheets at my hips in my fists and plant my heels on his back, pushing my pussy against him harder as I come apart at the seams.
He lazily kisses my inner thighs, my hips and up to my breasts, where he pulls the nipples through his lips, leaving them hard and puckered. Finally, he climbs his way up to rest on his elbows beside my head and brushes his knuckles down my cheeks.
“Are you okay?” he murmurs.
“I don’t think okay is the word,” I respond with a grin and kiss him lightly.
“Better than okay?” he asks with a cocked eyebrow.
“Only one thing would make me feel better,” I murmur against his lips just before he sinks down for a long, wet kiss.
“What?” he asks when he finally pulls away.
“What what?” I ask, my brain completely fried.
“What would make you feel better, baby?” he asks with a chuckle.
A slow smile spreads across my lips as I circle my hips, nudging his cock with my pubis. “I think you already know.”
“How long has it been for you, Bryn?” He pulls back and watches my face intently.
“Four years, seven months,” I whisper and drop my eyes to his Adam’s apple, unable to meet his gaze.
“Look at me.”
I shake my head no.
“Hey, baby, look at me.” His voice is gentle, and when I lift my eyes to his, they’re possessive and hot.
Really fucking hot.
“You haven’t had sex since you and Jeff divorced.” It’s not a question.
I nod.
“Damn,” he whispers and kisses my forehead, down to my eyes and then my cheeks. “Bryn, I’m clean. I promise. I don’t want a barrier between us. I’ve wanted you for far too long, forever, it feels like, and I just want to feel you.”
“I’m on the pill,” I whisper against his lips and grin as I circle my hips again, and he pulls back until the blunt head of his dick pushes against my entrance, and then slowly, inch by inch, he fills me.
“Holy Mary mother of God,” he moans and stares down at me in awe. “You are so fucking tight.”
“You are so fucking big,” I counter.
“Am I hurting you?” he asks with a frown.
“No.” I shake my head and glide my hands down his back to his ass and back up again.
“I have to move,” he groans and begins to slowly push and pull inside me, allowing my body to adjust to him. “Wrap those amazing legs around me.”
I comply, linking my ankles behind his back, and wrap my arms around his neck, cradling him close. I love having his weight on me. I love feeling his breath against my neck. I love the way he smells and the noises he makes, like he just can’t get enough of me.
“Oh God,” I murmur as he picks up the tempo and runs one big hand down my side to grip my hip and hold me steady as he begins to ride me hard.
Nothing has ever felt so damn good.
Reaching between us, I push my hand down to where we’re joined and can feel the root of him as he disappears inside me, then slip my fingers up to circle my clit.
“Oh fuck yes, touch yourself,” he mutters, watching my fingers make small circles around my nub. “God, that’s hot.”
“Caleb,” I gasp and tilt my pelvis. “Oh God, I’m gonna…”
“Yes, baby. Go on.” He kisses me hard. His tongue slips between my lips to dance with my own, and I feel that now-familiar pull low in my belly as my muscles clench around him and I buck beneath him, calling out as I fall over the edge.
“Brynna,” Caleb whispers hoarsely as he buries his face in my neck and comes inside me, shuddering with his own climax.
After long minutes of lying like this, with Caleb still inside me, our breathing calms and he pulls out of me, rolls away and pushes my hair off my face as he says, “Stay here.”
He walks into the bathroom, and I hear water running, and he comes back into the bedroom with a wet cloth and a towel.
“I can clean myself up,” I remind him drily.
“I know,” he replies but continues to slowly clean between my legs, then dries me off.
“Can you please hand me my tank and yoga pants?” I ask.
“I prefer you naked.” He frowns.
“I live in a house with two six-year-olds,” I remind him with a smirk. “They jump into bed with me at the drop of a dime. No one sleeps naked around here.”
“They aren’t here,” he reminds me and slides into the bed beside me as he pulls the covers up over us. “So maybe tonight can be an exception.”
“Do you always get everything you want?” I ask and wrap a leg over his hip as I get closer to him.
“No.” He shakes his head sadly, but before I can ask him to explain himself further, he smiles softly at me and kisses my lips gently. “But being here with you, naked and warm, is pretty awesome.”
I can feel his dick stir against my belly, and I look up at him in surprise. “Shouldn’t we be getting some sleep?” I ask.
He pulls a hand down my bare back to my ass. “You are the best reason to lose sleep.”
Suddenly, he pulls me on top of him, lines my hips up with his and glides effortlessly inside me. We don’t lose eye contact, or speak, as I ride him, hard and fast, until I press down hard, and the friction from his pubic bone against my clit sends me into another tailspin, and I am lost.
He tugs me down to him, kisses me as his body goes taught and he comes. I lie on him, my cheek pressed to his sternum as I catch my breath, and just as I’m about to fall into a deep sleep, I hear him whisper, “Sexiest damn thing.”
Chapter Six
It’s early when I wake the next morning and expect to be alone in my bed, but to my surprise, Caleb is sleeping peacefully next to me, on his back, one leg bent to the outside.
Even in sleep he’s a force to be reckoned with. He is all defined muscle. I wonder what kind of exercise regimen he goes through to stay so fit.
I prop my head on my hand and let my eyes take a leisurely stroll down his hard body. The covers are bunched at his waist, giving me an excellent view of his abs. He doesn’t have a six-pack.
If I’m counting correctly, he has a ten-pack.
The tattoo high on his bicep is an eagle, wings spread, holding something in its talon. The wings are colored like the American flag.
It must be a SEAL tattoo of some kind.
I lean over and gently kiss the ink.
Remembering how I wanted to taste him last night, and he never gave me the chance, I decide to take advantage of Caleb being knocked out and slowly ease my body down the bed, move under the covers to rest between his legs, and plant wet kisses over his hips, those amazing V lines that are sexy as all get-out, and over his lower abdomen.
His cock stirs, slowly lengthening in the early morning light. I run my tongue from his scrotum, up the underside of his gorgeous dick to the head, where I lap at it like an ice cream cone.
Glancing up at his face, I’m not surprised to find his eyes wide open and watching me intently, a half smile on his full lips.
Without saying anything, I sink down around him, pulling him fully into my mouth, sucking gently.
“Ah hell,” he whispers and lifts his arms to grip the pillow at either side of his head. His biceps and forearms flex, and my stomach clenches at the sight, knowing what it feels like to have those strong arms wrapped around me.
As I pull up his shaft, I use my hand to pump him slowly, firmly, and then sink down again, cupping his balls in my hand and rubbing that tender flesh just under his scr
otum.
“Brynna!” he exclaims, surprised and turned on, and his cock hardens even more in my mouth.
With the next pass up his shaft, I barely graze him with the very edges of my teeth, just to tickle the sensitive skin, and suddenly I’m on my back beneath him, and he’s kissing me deeply, passionately. His hands roam up and down my skin, as though he’s never touched me before.
“I wanted to make you come.” I pout when he skims down to kiss my jawline and earlobe.
“You almost did.” He bites the top of my shoulder and then glides his nose back up to my chin. “But you always come first, Legs. Fuck, you smell good.”
“I smell like sex.” I laugh.
“Mmm,” he agrees and gazes down at me, his ice-blue eyes shining with lust and happiness. He positions himself and slowly pushes into me, all the way to the hilt. As he stills, he brushes his knuckles down my cheek and kisses me sweetly.
“How do you feel?” he whispers.
“Good,” I reply and try to circle my hips, but he’s pinning me, holding me still.
“Are we okay?” he asks, his eyes serious.
“We will be, as soon as you start moving your sexy ass.”
He smiles, showing me his dimples, and glides in and out in one long, fluid motion.
“Better?”
“Oh yeah.” I swallow hard. “Did you sleep?”
“Better than I have in years,” he confirms with a slight frown and then moves his hips again. “God, you feel so good, baby.”
He gathers both of my hands in his, laces our fingers and pulls them over my head, pinning them to the mattress as he begins to move faster and harder, watching me intently as he makes love to me.
I slide my legs up his thighs, and hitch them around his hips, opening myself up to him even more.
“Fuck yes,” he growls and loses himself in me, pushing and pulling, his breathing erratic, his hands gripping mine firmly, until he sinks in, hard, and comes violently, shuddering and growling, sending me over the edge with him.
As he recovers, he releases my hands and kisses my nose. “Well, good morning,
Legs.”
“Legs?” I ask with a giggle. “What is it with the legs?”
“Ah, baby, when you laugh when I’m inside you…” He shakes his head before resting his forehead against my own. “Have I mentioned that I love your legs?”
“Once or twice,” I reply drily. “But I don’t mind being reminded.”
***
“I want jelly beans!” Josie announces as we settle in the living room to watch a movie together.
“How often do you do movie night?” Caleb asks, sitting on the couch and passing Josie her package of jelly beans.
“I try to do it once a week.”
“I want peanut butter cups!” Maddie grins up at Caleb and bats her eyelashes, making me giggle.
She is such a flirt.
“Coming right up.” Caleb passes her the candy and grins as they lie on their bellies amid a plethora of blankets and pillows.
“What are we watching?” he asks.
“Ivan the Incredible.”
“Great.” He grins, presses Play on the remote and hands me the bowl of popcorn as he whispers, “I have no idea what that movie is.”
“It’s okay,” I whisper back. “They’ll fall asleep in an hour and finish it tomorrow.”
“Do you want one of my peanut butter cups?” Maddie offers Caleb.
“No, thanks, honey.” Caleb smiles down at her.
“You don’t like them?” she asks with a frown.
“Not really.” He shrugs. “I’m not much of a peanut butter guy.”
“You have to like them!” Josie jumps up, and Maddie follows, mutiny in their eyes.
“I do?” he asks with a raised eyebrow, and I know what is about to happen.
“Yep! Here, eat it!” Maddie throws herself in his lap, trusting that he’ll catch her.
“You can’t make me!” he shouts playfully, making a show of trying to fend them off as Josie joins in the fun.
“You must eat it!” Josie cries and begins to tickle his side.
“I’m not ticklish!”
“Yes, you are!”
All I can do is sit back and giggle.
“Help! Brynna, get these little pests off me! I’m not strong enough!”
“You’re a wimp!” Josie informs him with a loud giggle and continues to tickle him.
“Eat it, wimp!” Maddie laughs and continues to try to feed him the candy.
Finally, he opens his arms wide and gathers them against him, stands and proceeds to run about the room, yelling like a Spartan on that show on Starz, “Victory!”
He drops them, gently, onto their pile of pillows and blankets, not even panting. The girls are laughing, tears rolling down their faces.
“And you…” Caleb points at me, a mock glare on his handsome face.
“What did I do?” I ask, eyes wide, feigning innocence.
“You were supposed to be my backup.”
“You handled things just fine.” I grin and then am suddenly on my feet and over Caleb’s shoulder, much to the delight of the girls, who scream with laughter.
“I think I’ll throw her in the garbage!” Caleb announces and heads for the kitchen.
“No, put her in the recycle bin.” Josie giggles.
“You can’t recycle mommies!” I call out and gently hit Caleb’s back with my fists. “Let me go!”
“Traitor!” Caleb yells and circles back around to the living room and dumps me back onto the couch. “That was a warning, woman.”
“So noted.” I laugh, holding my sides.
The girls continue to giggle, and Maddie wraps her arms around Caleb’s waist and hugs him tight.
“I love you, Caleb. Can we watch the movie now?”
His hand pauses on its way to settle on her back, and he blinks twice before answering gruffly, “Yeah, buttercup, let’s watch it.”
She grins up at him lovingly and then joins her sister, ready to watch the movie.
He sits beside me and pulls me to his side, tucking me against him as he kisses my head, grabs a handful of popcorn out of my bowl and shoves it in his mouth, giving the movie his undivided attention.
Damn, this feels good. Having him here with us, playing with us, just feels right.
In less than an hour, the girls are passed out on the floor.
“Well, that didn’t take as long as I thought it would,” I whisper with a smile.
“Thank God,” he mutters and tilts my head back to kiss me, sweeping his lips over mine gently before sinking in and pushing his tongue past my lips, holding my face in his palm. Finally, he pulls back and kisses my forehead. “Let’s get them to bed, so I can get you to bed.”
“Good plan.”
***
“Mommy! Mommy!”
“Bryn.” Caleb touches my arm.
“It’s Josie,” I cry out, immediately awake and springing from the bed to run down the hall to the girls’ room. Caleb is right behind me.
“Mommy!”
“I’m here, baby girl. What’s wrong?”
“She throwed up,” Maddie informs us and points to the side of Josie’s bed.
“I’m sorry,” Josie cries.
“Oh, baby, it’s okay.” I pull her into my arms, unaware that Caleb has left the room. I press my cheek against her forehead and gasp.
She’s burning up.
“You have a fever, my friend. I’m going to take your temperature, okay?”
“Okay,” she croaks and lies back just as Caleb returns with a large bowl and cleaning supplies.
“You take care of her. I’ve got the mess.”
“You don’t have to…”
“It’s fine, Bryn. I’ve got it.”
“Thank you.” I kiss his cheek and bustle to the medicine cabinet for fever medicine and a thermometer and return to the bed just as Caleb is finishing with the mess on the floor.
“
Mommy?” Maddie calls from her bed.
“Yes, baby,” I respond and take Josie’s temp in her ear.
One-oh-one. Damn.
“I don’t feel good.” Maddie sits up and wraps her arms around her waist.
“Come on, buttercup.” Caleb scoops her up and carries her into the bathroom, where I hear her retching.
Josie hears it, too, and it makes her throw up again. Thank God, Caleb brought the bowl.
And so it goes for the next few hours, holding the girls while they throw up, cooling them down with wet cloths and, finally, giving them fever medicine and praying it will stay down.
Caleb never falters. He never leaves us to go back to bed. He doesn’t scowl and get grossed out by the amount of vomit coming out of these two little people.
He just quietly helps me, as we alternate between the girls, changing their clothes, helping them to the bathroom and comforting them.
I’m rocking Josie in the plush rocking chair in the corner, and Caleb is holding Maddie, sitting on her bed with his back against the wall.
“I don’t know how to thank you,” I whisper to him.
“You don’t need to thank me, Brynna.” He looks down into Mads’ face and frowns. “Poor things are so sick.”
“The flu is going around.” I lean my head back on the cushion and close my eyes. “Samantha had it last week.”
“What do we do now?” he asks.
“This is pretty much it,” I respond with a grin. “Stay up and give them medicine, pray the hurling is over, and hold them.”
“It’s hard work,” he remarks casually and watches me over Maddie’s head.
“This is nothing.” I laugh humorlessly. “When they were little, I never slept. They never wanted to sleep at the same time, no matter how hard I tried to get them on a schedule. They had to eat every two hours, both of them, so I felt like I was always feeding them.”
I shake my head and smile over at him. “I think I went two weeks at one point without a shower.”
“Why didn’t you have help?” he asks.
“My mom came out for a few weeks when they were first born, but they were in the NICU because they were born early, and when it was time to bring them home, my mom had to go home, too.”
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