by Watson, Gina
The moment Chloe sensed something cold and wet on the lips of her pussy, she gasped.
“That’s right, you can’t tease me like that and not expect a reaction,” Cal said. “Stay still, just like that. You’re going to be my dessert, baby.”
She braced her hands on the coffee table as he continued to paint her with pudding. Putting his hands on her hips, he pulled her back to his mouth, causing her to bend forward more. Chloe could feel cold air on her sex. He dove in and there was no delicate manner about it. Cal’s face was wedged between her thighs as he lapped up the pudding with his tongue and pushed his fingers inside her.
Then he stopped. She moved to straighten up, thinking he was done, but the pressure he exerted with his hand on her back told her to stay put.
“Don’t move.”
He applied more pudding to her aroused sex and this time he slathered all of her, including the puckered bud of her ass. He started licking from there and trailed down her seam, culminating at her clit. His tongue tip flicked the hardened bud.
He pressed his fingers inside her, not easing the ache, but instead making her gasp.
“Oh God,” she wailed.
He found her G-spot with ease.
“Chloe, massage your clit.”
He wouldn’t have to tell her more than once this time. She rubbed herself with frenzied strokes, needing release instantly. He whispered low in her ear, “Slow down, we have all night.”
“Cal, I need you.”
His warm breath bathed her ear. “I’m right here, baby.”
She felt more of the cool pudding at the tightly coiled ring of her ass. When his finger breached that muscle, the pressure slammed her entire body into orgasm. On a whispered moan, she chanted his name. He nibbled her earlobe and breathed heavily into her ear. “Yeah, you like that don’t you, baby. You’re coming, fucking my fingers so good.” He increased the speed of his strokes inside her pussy and curled his fingers, and then she came on his hand. When the waves subsided, Cal removed his fingers and got into position behind her. He slid his cock through her wetness and entered her, seating himself fully on the first plunge. Chloe cried out at the sudden fullness and intensity.
A low growl escaped Cal’s lips. “God, your snug little cunt is like a vise around my cock. Do you feel that?” He pulled out excruciatingly slowly.
“Yes, I feel it.” God, did she feel it. “Uh, Cal?”
“Yeah, baby.” He was panting, sounding nearly breathless.
“I want you to fuck me hard.”
“Be careful what you wish for.” Grasping her upper arms, he pulled her up with his large masculine hands and plowed deep. Using the leverage he had on her, he forced his way into her body at a pace that had her seeing stars. The image of her breasts jolting in the decorative mirror on the wall across the living room had her entranced. His sac made a slapping sound on every thrust as he slammed into her with violent velocity.
Chloe didn’t want to be treated like a delicate wilting flower. She sensed Cal holding back, but she wanted him to take her with authority. Given her situation with the LeBlancs at the hospital, she wanted and needed to feel life. She wanted passion in all things. Cal had always been passionate. When he really wanted something, like his videos, he’d stop at nothing until he consumed it or it consumed him.
When she started to spasm around his cock, he finally lost control. He turned her to the couch and they kneeled on it so she could use the back of it to steady herself. His hands slid up her torso to grasp her breasts. He thrust his hips hard, so hard that the couch bumped against the wall. He pulled her tightly against him, until the length of their bodies were fused, and his warm seed burst into her.
She lost herself for a few minutes and only came back when, still connected, Cal pulled her with him to sit back on the couch.
“Fuck.” His breath was just easing. “Damn, Chloe.”
They sat recovering a few moments more. Chloe didn’t know when she’d ever been as well ridden. She doubted that she’d ever felt so good after sex.
He had removed his shirt and they were skin on skin as she sat in his lap, her back to his front. She felt him when he shifted to look around her.
“Hand me my pants. I have something for you.”
Intrigued, Chloe leaned forward and snatched up his pants. He pulled out a box in the telltale Tiffany blue that any woman would recognize. He held it up to her in his palm. When she took it, he clasped his hands together just under her breasts.
Chloe pulled the white ribbon and opened the box. Inside was a silver keychain with a silver heart attached. Chloe lifted it from the box. The heart was a working timepiece. The bezel was trimmed in diamonds and rubies. “It’s beautiful.”
“I thought if you were to forget your watch for work, you would still have your keys. And now you’ll always have the time.”
“It’s a very thoughtful gift, Cal. Thank you.” Cal treating her in such a gentle manner overwhelmed Chloe, and a few tears escaped her eyes.
Cal grasped her chin and turned her face to his. “Hey, what’s this about? You’re supposed to be happy when I give you jewelry.” He smiled sweetly and wiped her tears away.
“I’ve wanted this since I was a child. I had finally given up on us when I started college. So many emotions are zinging through me right now, it’s no wonder that I’m a bit tearful.”
“Hey.” Cal lifted Chloe to face him, finally severing their intimate connection. “I should have tried harder. I understand now—pushing someone away is not the same as letting someone go. I thought if I could push you away then I wouldn’t want you any longer. That never happened. I wanted you still. I’ve always wanted you. Instead of suppressing the want, I pushed you away and hurt you. I was young and a fool. Say you’ll forgive me.”
Chloe lowered her lips to his and kissed him with a slow and light touch. Her eyes met his. “I forgive you, Cal.”
They fell asleep in her bed and sometime during the night they woke and made slow, gentle love. After that they talked and dozed off, loosely spooning. Chloe woke to Cal rubbing his thick cock through her folds from behind her. To her mind, it was the best morning she could recall. He pushed his hardness into her. In that position he felt enormous, and Chloe shivered at the fullness. God, he felt so good, as if he belonged inside her. As if his body was claiming hers. As if hers claimed him.
His hand slid up her thigh and pushed her top leg higher on the bed. She trembled. He whispered, “Take me,” into her ear and then penetrated her with steady strokes until she whimpered his name. His hand slid around her and over her abdomen, landing on the tight bud where all sensation coiled. He began to massage her, and Chloe came with him for the fifth time since last night. They couldn’t get enough of each other.
Without pause, Cal rolled her over and plunged into her for one last round before they had to get ready for the zoo. This time was different. This time they were eye to eye, and his pace was sensual and steady, not frenzied or hurried, but just right. Sunlight stole through the curtains and Chloe watched it light the planes of his face, glinting in his morning stubble. He kissed her tenderly and cradled her neck with care. When they came he whispered, “I never thought it could be like this.” Chloe couldn’t answer because she’d been overcome with unfamiliar emotions.
They showered together and dressed for the zoo. Chloe was distracted, guessing she might be venturing into dangerous heartbreak territory, just like when she was younger and they were neighbors. She just hoped Cal didn’t spook this time. Her heart would never recover. But this time if he bolted, she wouldn’t go down without a fight.
4
Cal and Chloe were standing in front of the polar bear exhibit with Riley and Sarah. They’d been there for twenty minutes. Chloe leaned over so just Cal could hear.
“Riley can watch the polar bears for hours, and Sarah has just discovered a picture of penguins on that sign.” Cal looked in the direction Chloe indicated. Sarah took off running and squealing, hell
bent on finding the penguins. She stumbled and fell and started to cry. Cal ran to her and pulled her to her feet.
“Up you go.” He knelt in front of her and inspected the scrape on the back of her arm. “Hmm, looks like regulation grade road rash. You should be okay.” He turned her arm to expose healthy skin and bent to place a kiss on it. “All better?” Sarah nodded and he stood. Her cherubic face looked up at him.
“Will you be my daddy?” she asked.
He looked over to Chloe. At Sarah’s question, the inner corners of her brows rose and her lips parted slightly. Chloe made several attempts to speak, but no words came from her twitching lips. She shook her head. He guessed the little girl was trying to come to terms with her father’s illness. He knelt in front of her and removed his sunglasses.
“Sarah, I would be honored to be your daddy, but your father needs you right now. He needs you to be strong and happy. I’ll be here and so will Chloe, but you need to hug and kiss Steve as much as you can, okay?”
“Okay, but he doesn’t hug or kiss me like you do.”
Tears immediately fell from Chloe’s big doe eyes. She knelt with them. “Sarah, your father wants to hold you very badly, but he can’t because he’s sick. Honey, look at me.” She pushed Sarah’s hair out of her eyes. “He can still hear you and he sees everything you do. He loves you, sweetheart. And he’s so very proud of you.”
Riley, the younger of the two girls, asked, “Miss Chloe, why are you crying?”
“It’s okay, Riley, I’m just talking with Sarah.” Looking back to Sarah she added, “I want you to tell me you’ll hug and kiss your father bunches.” Chloe wiped at her eyes.
“Will that make you happy?”
“Yes, very happy.”
Cal rubbed Chloe’s back in support.
“Miss Chloe?”
“Yes, Sarah.”
“Is my Daddy going to heaven soon?”
Chloe’s body shuddered and the tears ran steadily from her eyes. “Yes, sweetie. Soon he won’t be here like he is now. You understand that, don’t you? That’s why you must love him while he’s here. Your daddy needs your love. You must squeeze and hug and kiss him bunches and bunches.”
Cal felt her compassion and love radiate out to the girls.
“Okay, I’ll hug and kiss him bunches.” She giggled. “I’ll tickle him too.”
Chloe smiled. “That’s great. And you too, Riley. You hug and kiss your daddy bunches too.”
Riley nodded again and again, her ponytail bopping up and down like the tail of an excited dog.
Cal handed Chloe a handkerchief. She ran her finger over the embroidered initials. “Caleb Dean St. Martin,” she whispered. She tipped her face up at him with one brow raised. “You carry hankies?”
He shrugged, “I have allergies.”
She started to laugh, deep bone-cleansing laughter. He chimed in and so did the girls.
Chloe had always been a humanitarian, fighting for the weak. At school she would place herself in harm’s way to diffuse a fight or argument, even if it meant she had to suffer the attack. As he watched her with the girls, he thought about the fragility of life. And he thought about what she’d said about his father, about how he should give a little. He could do that, couldn’t he? What would it hurt to appear interested in the family business? It could hurt some, but hell, it hurt being at odds with his father. He decided her idea was worth considering.
After the zoo they dropped the girls at their house and went by his apartment to pick up clothes and toiletries. Now that he’d found Chloe, he couldn’t bear not to be around her. At her apartment they settled in for the night, with Cal at Chloe’s desk utilizing their computers to review the film.
He worked for two hours and stood to stretch. He walked to Chloe at the dining table and put his arms around her. She’d been working on constructing a large communication board. On the board were clear pictures of the LeBlanc family and of him and Chloe and even the LeBlanc’s cat, Sir Thomas. She’d made three columns: pronouns, verbs, and adjectives. A lot of the words on the board conveyed an emotion.
Cal pointed. “What’s this?”
“It’s a new board for Steve. He doesn’t use the computer anymore; I think it has become too laborious. But with this he can use an eye gaze to express mood and desire to his friends and family. I’m going to introduce it tomorrow. I thought it might help Sarah if she could see him communicate by using his eyes.” Chloe shrugged. “It may not work, but I thought it worth a shot.”
Cal pointed to the board again. “So does Steve understand all of this?”
Chloe nodded. “That’s the worst part about Lou Gehrig’s disease—the mind remains unaffected.”
He had no idea it was that way. He knew Steve tracked movements with his eyes but he just lay in the bed. So his brain was unaffected, yet he was trapped inside a useless vessel. Cal was immediately humbled. He didn’t know how Chloe was able to remain motivating and positive as she watched his decline from day to day. She was a light wherever she went, shining especially bright where it was darkest. She always had been.
Using his camera phone, he took a picture of Chloe as she explained the board. Then he stroked her hair. “It’s amazing what you do for them. You’re wonderful.”
He bent and kissed the top of her already shaking head.
“I feel like I’ve done so little. Some days I feel utterly hopeless. I can only imagine what the girls and Sharon must feel.”
“I think the last time I saw Steve was two years ago. He had worked with dad on some real estate endeavors. He looked so normal. I had no idea his body had become so… so debilitated. I thought whatever he’d been diagnosed with was going to progress slowly, or I imagined he was going for a treatment—a cure. When I saw him, I was devastated. We can get so busy living our lives and not thinking about our health. It just kind of put things into perspective for me.” He sat across from Chloe. “I don’t know what I would do if that happened to me. I don’t know how Sharon is dealing with it all. I wouldn’t be able to cope if my spouse were deteriorating in front of me and there was nothing I could do.”
Chloe studied her board and nodded. “I’ve thought the same thing. I think Sharon knows she has to be strong for the girls, but I know she cries at night when she’s alone and I have the girls. I can see it in her face the next day.”
Cal reached across the table to clasp Chloe’s hands. “This weekend I’m going to visit my father.”
Chloe smiled. “In Whiskey Cove?”
“Yeah. I’d love it if you’d come too.”
“I’ll be there. How long has it been?”
He let his breath out slowly and leaned back in his chair. “Too long… I guess about two years since I’ve been home. Anyway, this weekend dad’s throwing some kind of mixer for casino bigwigs. They’ve completed another mega-structure.”
“Is that the attitude you plan on having while you’re there? Sort of a Debbie Downer, isn’t it?”
She grinned and stuck out her tongue. Cal leaped from the dining room table just after she did it, but he was still too slow to catch her. He finally managed to corner her in the living room. He tackled her to the floor and tickled her senseless.
“Ahhhhh. Cal stop. I’m gonna pee, I swear it.”
He stopped, but pinned her beneath him. He moved her silver-blond curls from her face and gazed into her eyes. He left a peck on her nose, each eyebrow, and each eyelid as he made his way slowly to her lips. He took her bottom lip between his teeth and sucked. She removed his shirt before removing her own shirt and bra. Then, wordlessly, he sucked at her nipples until they grew hard and needy. They removed each other’s shorts and underwear. He leaned against the couch and she straddled him, slowly pulling him into her warmth. Once he was fully sheathed inside her, she started to undulate up and down on his cock. With his hands on her hips, steadying her, they made slow, sweet love, banishing his vague fears about illnesses and meeting with his father.
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sp; The closer they got to the St. Martin Ranch in Whiskey Cove, the more tense Cal became. Chloe cleared her throat. “So… does Mr. St. Martin know you’re coming to this mixer?”
“He does not.”
Chloe raised her brow. “Why didn’t you tell him?”
Cal thought he knew why. He didn’t want to think it was the only reason, but he didn’t think he’d have been able to take any rejection or condescension his father may have hit him with, so he’d opted to not share his plans. “I just didn’t get around to telling him.”
Chloe nodded and pressed her lips together. “Will any of the other boys be here?”
Jesus, why was she asking him all these questions? It made him nervous; his palms had started to sweat. “I don’t know.”
She grasped his hand. “Cal, talk to me.”
Couldn’t she see he didn’t want to talk about it? Didn’t even want to think about the reception from his dad.
He sighed. “Some of them will be there. Cory will be. Of course Camp will be at the forefront of all the festivities since he works for my father. I think Logan is serving his special Good Doctor Brew in honor of the occasion.”
“I’d heard Logan opened a craft brewery. I’ve yet to try the beer. Is it good?”
“Oh yeah, it’s real good. He’s got his bestseller that he makes with special hops he gets from Germany. It won the US Open Beer Championship. And before you ask, yes, that’s a real award and it’s a big fucking deal.”
“Is that the one called Kidney?”
“No, it’s the Spleen brew.”
“A doctor turned beer brewer—that’s funny. I heard there’s a Penis and a Vagina brew too.”
“That’s actually true.”
They laughed together.
When they pulled into the long driveway, Cal parked under an old pecan tree, cut the engine, and looked toward Chloe. “I want to thank you for coming with me. I don’t think I would have done it otherwise.”
Chloe put her palm to his cheek. “I’m glad you’re home.”
Cal pulled their bags from the back and motioned for Chloe to move toward the house.