Caleb's Song

by Kathleen Ryder

  “For a girl or in general?” Caleb wasn’t sure what the parameters were.

  “In general.” Gabby decided to start with the largest number.

  “Eight hundred and forty-three.” Caleb knew without having to think about it.

  “Okay, how many of those were for girls?”

  “One,” Caleb smiled, knowing exactly what it was that Gabby was asking.

  “Just one?”

  “Yes, this one,” Caleb pointed at her.

  “This one?”

  “Yes, this one, this song, this girl,” Caleb clarified.

  “Why?” Gabby pushed.

  “Because I love you. I think you’ll find it pretty easy to understand if you say it a few times, want to try saying it back to me?” Caleb stepped closer to Gabby.

  “You love me?” Gabby reiterated.

  “Yes.” Caleb tilted her head upwards.

  “You really love me?” Gabby honestly could not believe it.

  “Yes.”

  “Me?”

  “Yes, you. And Sofia and Lucia of course.” Caleb added.

  “Okay then.” Gabby nodded in agreement.

  “Okay then?” Now it was Caleb’s turn to be confused.

  “Yes, okay then, I love you too.” Gabby said, smiling widely up at Caleb’s stunned expression.

  “You love me?” Caleb said the words slowly, letting them sink in.

  “Yes Caleb, I love you. I have loved you since that night underneath the peppercorn tree,” Gabby said softly, placing her hand on Caleb’s cheek. “I knew there was something vulnerable, special, about you. I would never have agreed to go to Bradford with you if I had any doubts about my feelings for you.” It was all that Caleb needed to hear, in a single move he brought his mouth down on Gabby’s, tilting her chin to deepen the kiss, loving the way she felt as she melted against him. reluctantly he pulled away with a groan.

  “Gabby, we can’t,” Caleb groaned. “I want to, obviously I want to,” Caleb chuckled, in no doubt to the fact that Gabby could very well feel just how much he wanted to through the thin fabric of his jeans. “But we can’t, at least, not here.” He smiled ruefully at her.

  “I know,” Gabby gripped his shirt in her balled-up fists, resting her forehead on his chest. “But the drive to Bradford is ever so long.” She whispered.

  “You little minx,” Caleb laughed, “you have a bakery to run, and I need to see your father”.

  “I have a small staff now,” Gabby started proudly, “I am sure they can cope without me for a few hours.”

  “I can’t wait to hear all about it, I feel as if I have been gone for years instead of only a couple of weeks”. He kissed her lightly on the forehead. “Go, tell you staff that you are leaving, I’ll wait.”

  Gabby was back in moments, bag slung over her shoulder, looping her arm through Caleb’s. “I’m ready,” she nodded, sharing a brilliant smile with him, knowing that he had parked his car out the front of the bakery and that it meant passing through the throng of his fans. The cheers started as soon as they opened the kitchen door, with everyone chanting Gabby’s name in unison, a deafening crescendo.

  “Caleb,” a young fan screamed, “did you get the girl?” Caleb looked at Gabby and smiled.

  “Yes, I got my girl.” He announced, as a deafening cheer went up in the bakery. “Try Gabby’s tiramisu while you are here, it should be world famous,” he declared as Gabby drew him out of the front door and onto the street. Despite what Caleb had said about needing to talk to her father, he turned left on to the highway, Gabby giggling with delight when she realised that they were headed towards Bradford after all.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  Door barely shut behind them, Caleb wasted no time in closing the distance between them, claiming her mouth with a hard kiss, desire blazing in his eyes. There were no sweet words, no gentle teasing touches, only a raw, primal need to touch, to taste, to feel. Caleb spun with Gabby in his arms, pushing her up against the lounge room wall, his hands sought out the hem of her dress, sliding it up her thighs slowly, bunching it at either side of her waist. He broke their kiss momentarily to rip her dress up and over her head, carelessly throwing it on the floor beside them. He bowed his head in reverence, in awe, his eyes darting back and forth, soaking in every single inch of Gabby’s skin, committing it all to memory, never wanting to forget for even one single second what she looked like.

  He dipped his head to her breast, capturing it in his mouth, suckling it through the lacy confines of her bra, the combination of the fabric and his tongue sending shockwaves of pleasure shooting through Gabby.

  “Caleb, oh my god, yes, Caleb, please.” Gabby bit out, writhing beneath Caleb’s mouth, twisting her hips in an effort to get closer to him, to have him get closer to her. Caleb heeded her cries, sliding his fingers around to her back, unclasping her bra, watching delightedly as her breasts sprang free of their confines.

  “You are so gorgeous, so utterly gorgeous,” he crooned to her before seizing her breast again, nipping and sucking on one while his free hand kneaded the other breast, rolling and tweaking her nipple between his thumb and finger, delighting in her gasps and moans.

  Gabby slid her hands down Caleb’s chest, her fingers finding the buttons on his jeans, slim fingers unpopping each button one at a time, torturously slowly, before pushing them down to his knees along with his boxer shorts. Her eyes drank him in, he was already rock hard, his length bulging, twitching, pulsing with need, for her. Gabby slowly drew a finger down Caleb’s length, causing him to jerk, his member dancing with her hand, his engorged head nudging her thigh. In one fluid movement Caleb captured Gabby’s hands, bringing them above her head and holding them there, drawing one of Gabby’s legs up to rest on his hip, Caleb used his fingers to shove Gabby’s panties to one side, plunging into her wetness with a grunt.

  Caleb felt Gabby stretch to accommodate his size, loving the way that he was able to fill her so completely. Angling Gabby’s hips, he withdrew his length fully before plunging inside her again, deeper and deeper, increasing his speed with each thrust. He knew that she was close; he saw it in her eyes as his length plundered as deep inside her as was physically possible. With a final thrust, he tipped her over the edge. Her eyes wide, Gabby clawed at his chest, panting fast, dripping with need, lost in screams of pleasure and the heady scent of lust. Watching her come undone was all that he needed, and with a triumphant shout, his orgasm ripped through him. They clung to each other, not daring to move, until their breathing returned to normal.

  Giddy with life, Caleb scooped Gabby up into his arms and carried her through to the bedroom, his traitorous member already gearing up for an encore. Placing Gabby carefully on to the bed as if she were made of glass, Caleb simply stood and looked, drinking her all in. He wondered if he would ever tire of looking at her? Gabby looked up at Caleb through lowered lashes and smiled. Slowly, very slowly, he leant down and captured Gabby’s mouth in a kiss that was so full of love and longing that it left her in no doubts as to his feelings for her and brought tears to her eyes.

  “I love you.” He stated simply, looking into her eyes.

  “I love you too,” she replied with certainty.

  “Gabby,” Caleb shifted his weight, pushing himself off of the bed, heading to the door. “Don’t move, I will be right back.” He padded through to the lounge room, reaching down to collect his pants from where he had dropped them on the floor, putting his hand into his pocket to retrieve the item he had stowed there before he had left home yesterday, returning to Gabby and offering her the open ring box. “Gabby, I love you. I have loved you since you told me that my cupcake wasn’t completely terrible, I think I might have always loved you, that I might have been born to love you, only you, for the rest of my life. Gabby, will you marry me?”

  “Yes Caleb, I will.” For Caleb, it felt as if Gabby’s answer had come through on megaphones, carried in neon lights. She was his, she was really his, now and forever.

  Caleb
slid the ring onto Gabby’s finger, a stunning diamond and sapphire creation that had been Caleb’s grandmother’s, that he had had altered especially for Gabby. It looked good on her finger, like it belonged there, which it did. Gabby smiled at him, drew him down into a kiss, her hands wantonly sliding down to grasp his balls, leisurely rolling them in her hands as he deepened the kiss, shifting slightly so that she had a better angle. Caleb moaned into her mouth, biting down on her lip as his member spasmed and twitched in anticipation. Unable to wait any longer, Gabby broke away from Caleb, pushing off the bed with a soft thud, kneeling on the floor in front of him, and pushing his legs open wider, nestling herself between them.

  Starting at the base of Caleb’s thick length, Gabby gripped firmly, slowly pulling down, all the way until the end, before slowly pushing her fist back up his shaft, again and again, using her free hand to massage his aching balls, twisting and pulling them slightly, listening to the way that she was able to make Caleb moan. With a saucy wink at Caleb, she placed her hands on his knees, and took his stiff length into her waiting mouth, her soft moistness waiting for him. she started slowly, licking and nibbling, slowly biting her way down his shaft, the tastiest popsicle she had ever eaten, one that she knew she would come back for time and time again without ever getting bored of the flavour.

  Pulling back, she kissed his swollen head, taking him into her mouth slowly, all the way, deeper and deeper, watching his eyes widen as his length disappeared inside her throat. When he was fully encased inside her mouth, she started suckling, harder and harder, watching his eyes start to glaze over, hearing his fevered mutterings of her name, his grunted promises of payback, his frantic begging for release. She bobbed up and down along his shaft, faster and faster, she knew he was close, felt herself getting wetter at the prospect of his orgasm, knowing that she had this power over him, that she could reduce him to a quivering mass, was a heady thing. With a triumphant shout Caleb came, filling Gabby’s mouth with his juices, praising her to the heavens. She licked him clean as he watched her through hooded eyes, before re-joining him on the bed, kissing him lightly.

  With a lazy smile, Caleb’s hand slid up Gabby’s thigh, finding her sweet spot, pushing her folds gently out of the way to reach her bundle of nerves. She was so wet for him, because of him, the thought delighted him, Caleb could already feel himself starting to grow hard again. He would never have throught it possible, this kind of stamina, not in his thirties in any case, and yet, with Gabby he was insatiable. He wondered if the day would ever come when he would be bored with how wet he could make her, if he would ever tire of her being so ready to receive him. He cupped her mound, his thumb idly circling her nub, Gabby moaning softly beside him. He raised himself up on one elbow, looking down at Gabby, her face flushed from their lovemaking.

  With a contented sigh, Caleb dipped his head to capture her breast, teasing her nipple until he felt it harden and pebble beneath his tongue, suckling and biting, loving the sounds it elicited from Gabby, committing it all to memory. He loved discovering just what it was that made her come undone and loses her senses. His fingers slid down Gabby’s body, dipping into her silky folds, plunging in and out with a leisurely speed, as Gabby moaned and writhed beneath him. Caleb released her breast reluctantly, the pinkened bud swollen from his suckling, a beacon beckoning him back, urging him to return. Caleb moved slowly down Gabby’s body, leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles as he went, lower and lower, until he reached her core.

  He flicked his tongue over her sensitive bud, her hips jerked beneath him. raising himself to his knees, Caleb placed his hands on her thighs, urging them apart, further, as far apart as they would go. He wanted to, needed to, see all of Gabby, the sight of her fully open, for him, knowing that she was his alone, had his member standing erect, painfully hard, waiting, twitching to be back inside of her again. Caleb bent his head, resting his hands gently on the inside of Gabby’s thighs, keeping her wide open, his tongue probed deep into her very core, teasing, tasting, dinking in her juices, as she bucked her hips beneath him, her breathing growing laboured, begging Caleb for release.

  Caleb pulled back abruptly, leaning over her and driving his erection into her without warning, before pulling out fully and driving in again. Gabby screamed out in surprise, in pleasure, her walls stretching to accommodate Caleb’s thickness and length, loving the way he filled her. Gabby arched her back and bucked her hips to meet his powerful thrusts, screaming his name again and again, a mantra, a prayer on her lips, as he drove in harder and deeper, his thick member filling her to breaking point, his pelvic bone rubbing against her sensitive bundle of nerves, shooting rivers of pleasure through her with each of his powerful thrusts. Gabby held nothing back as Caleb moved within her, she was his completely, and he was hers, they moved as one, in unison.

  Pulling his hardened length out fully, Caleb gave one final thrust all the way into Gabby’s welcoming core, and felt her walls tighten around his stiffened member as he pushed her over the edge, hearing her scream out his name with wild abandon. With one final thrust he exploded inside her, gripping her hips for support, until totally spent, he collapsed beside her.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  The way the water sluiced down Gabby’s body to splash off of her puckered nipples was mesmerising, Caleb following the droplet with his eyes until it disappeared between her thighs. He caught the next droplet on his tongue, following the trail it would have taken with his mouth, his tongue pushing through Gabby’s damp folds to plunge deep inside her core. He didn’t care that they were supposed to be showering, that they were meant to be getting ready to head back to Beryl Creek, he had no idea just how the sight of Gabby in the shower would affect him. His hands wrapped around her buttocks, steadying her, he lifted one of her legs up onto his shoulder, giving his mouth unfettered access to her core. As his tongue flicked in and out, Gabby stopped pretending to be actually showering, arching her back and encouraging him with moans.

  With a hard twist of her sensitive nub, she orgasmed for him, her juices running over his tongue, dribbling down her thigh. He licked her up eagerly, loving the way she tasted in his mouth, before nibbling his way up her thigh and across her stomach before finally settling his mouth on her nipple, biting, and twisting it between his teeth. Gabby was already quivering in anticipation, unwilling to linger, Caleb crushed her body to his, capturing her bottom lip between his teeth, biting down gently before sucking. He placed his hand where his tongue had just been, kneading and massaging, feeling her dripping wetness mixed with the shower water, her core pulsing with desire.

  Leaving his hand there, cupping her sex, he trailed his mouth down to her breast, latching onto it, suckling until her nipple puckered inside his mouth, rolling the hardened nib around his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, nipping at it with his teeth as Gabby arched her back and steadied herself on the shower wall, whimpering his name in desperation. Breaking away from her with a ragged breath, his erection jutting out proudly for all to see, Caleb lifted Gabby up, anchoring her back on the shower wall, sliding her down his hardened length and tethering her to him. His stiff member twitched and jerked inside of Gabby, content to be home. Gabby gasped as Caleb stabbed into her, his length always surprised her. As she clung to him, clutching his broad shoulders for support, his generous length grew even longer still as he stabbed into her shaking core again and again. Their release, when it came, was explosive, rolling spasms that anchored him inside her, their mutual shouts of triumph filling the air around them.

  Eventually they showered, dressing slowly, delaying the inevitable. They drove back to Beryl Creek in silence, sharing a secret smile. They swung past Lucia and Sofia’s school, surprising them both, their innocent chatter lighting up the car ride home. Caleb was greeted like family by both Nico and Maria, who hugged him warmly and shed a few tears as she welcomed him to the family. Gabby proudly showed off her engagement ring, Lucia, and Sofia clamouring over it and begging to be her flower girls. Caleb made a phone
call home to his parents, putting them on to speaker phone so that everyone could hear their overjoyed reactions. Nate and Alex were next, happily congratulating the couple and already starting to plan Caleb’s bachelor party.

  They spent the evening making plans as a family, both Caleb and Gabby keen to include everyone. There were a lot of plans to be made, and a lot of decisions to finalise, especially in relation to Lucia and Sofia and the bakery. The easiest decision also ended up being the hardest. With only eight weeks left of the school year, it was agreed that Gabby would remain in Beryl Creek with Lucia and Sofia, and the three of them would travel to join Caleb in Sydney in the middle of December. On the weekends that Caleb was unable to travel to Beryl Creek, Gabby would take the girls out of school at lunchtime on the Friday and they would travel to Sydney, returning by Monday lunchtime. With everything else that had to be organised, the time would certainly fly, and the sacrifice would be worth it to allow Lucia and Sofia to finish the school year with their friends.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  Laughing, Caleb turned to look at Sam, his eyes twinkling. “See,” he couldn’t help teasing the other man, “I knew you would have a good time tonight Sammy.”

  “I always have a good time with you little brother,” Sam ruffled Caleb’s perfectly lacquered hair, deliberately squashing the rock star ‘ruffled fresh from bed’ style that Caleb had spent hours perfecting earlier that night. “But we can’t all be irresponsible rockstars now can we, Callie?” Sam used the childhood nickname he knew Caleb detested so much, knowing it would get a rise out of him. “Some of us actually have to work to earn a living!” It was the same banter that always existed between them, the ribbing and poking fun that was laced with the love that comes from being part of a family.

  “Work?!” snorted Caleb, “Ha! As if! You’re a partner in a law firm Sammy, how much work can you possibly do? Don’t you have a staff of people all waiting to jump to your command?” Caleb’s raucous laugh mingled with Sam’s deep chortle.