by Gina Watson
He shook off the familiar and pointless thoughts and turned his mind toward Chloe. That subject brought pleasure rather than disgust.
Cal had thought of nothing but her over the last few days since his return to Baton Rouge. The image of her that night in Vegas haunted his dreams, and he wasn’t concentrating very well in his classes either. He was supposed to have turned in his master’s thesis outline but with his every thought consumed by Chloe, he was behind. Every morning he woke hard as steel. He could recall her every sound during the height of his possession of her body. He remembered how her sweat-streaked skin glistened in the moonlight filtering in from the window in the cheap motel. He remembered the feel of her muscles as she contracted around him. He remembered her heat. And he’d been hard ever since. He’d even resorted to whacking off in the shower, something he hadn’t done since his teens.
He’d called, texted, and emailed Chloe since that night, yet she refused to respond. He was glad to have an excuse to find her—her expensive Tag Heuer watch had made it into his belongings. Given the extent of what was some serious marathon sex, Cal guessed how that could have happened.
As he neared the nurses station, Cal saw a face he hadn’t seen since the last time he was at church, Easter morning. “Mrs. LeBlanc. It’s nice to see you.”
When she saw him, she smiled warmly. “Caleb, please stop making me feel old and call me Sharon.”
Caleb leaned over to give her a hug.
The nurse behind the counter ogled Cal, her eyes slowly studying him. He was used to the reaction and smiled. He didn’t add any heat to the smile, however. He was looking for Chloe, not a woman interested in a thrill or a quickie in some empty closet.
The nurse greeted Cal with a large toothy smile and bright eyes. “What can I do for you today?”
Cal checked out the nurse’s nametag. “Nancy, I’m looking for Chloe Mills. Am I in the right place?”
Sharon tugged at his sleeve. “In fact, you are. Come with me.”
When Sharon and Cal stopped at the door to Steve’s hospital room, they saw Chloe hoist a big camera to her shoulder.
“Okay, girls, climb up on the bed next to Daddy.” The girls squealed and did as they were told, looking up at Chloe with wide grins. “And where is it you want to go when we leave here?”
In unison they answered, “Ice cream!”
Chloe’s muffled voice answered from behind the large camera. “Ice cream? I thought you said you were in the mood for broccoli and brussels sprouts.” More squeals came from the girls.
Cal stood alongside Sharon, taking in the scene. He remembered his father telling him something about Steve LeBlanc being ill, but he’d had no idea it was this dire. Cal remembered Steve had worked with the St. Martin family quite a few times over the years. He didn’t look good now. In fact, he was hardly recognizable as the man Cal had known.
Cal wondered about the old VHS camcorder Chloe used and asked Sharon about it.
“Chloe lent me a digital recorder, but it got stolen out of my car so she brought in this old one. She’s making videos for us so the girls will remember their father when they’re older. It’s really a godsend because I wouldn’t have even thought of it with everything else that’s going on.” They both turned back to the girls in the bed.
Chloe slowly lowered the heavy camera. When she saw Cal, she blushed furiously. Voice breathy, she said, “What are you doing here?”
He reached into his pocket. “I’m returning your watch. I tried calling and texting, but you won’t answer me.”
With his statement, and the fact that he had her watch, he’d just revealed they’d been intimately involved, but he couldn’t help himself. He’d always loved to goad her.
She didn’t disappoint—a blush bloomed and worked its way across her cheeks and down her neck. She laid the camera on a chair and strode to Cal to retrieve her watch. With clenched fists and tight lips she said, “Thank you.”
Cal shifted. Damn, just watching her walk, hearing her voice, aroused him.
From the bed one of the girls asked, “Why do you have Chloe’s watch?”
Cal knelt beside the bed and answered, “Because Chloe’s a silly-willy girl who forgot to put her watch on this morning and she needs it for work.” The girls laughed at him. Steve made eye contact, and Cal nodded. The girl closest to Cal reached her hands out and leaped into his arms. Steve’s eyes filled with liquid. Cal didn’t know what to do. He simply stood staring at Steve with a wiggling girl in his arms. Seconds ticked by.
Chloe cleared her throat. “All right, girls, it’s time for us to get going. Tell your mom and dad goodnight and meet me in the hallway.” Chloe hugged Sharon and said goodbye to Steve. Cal followed her out to the nurses station.
Just being near her brought back erotic memories from that one night. Cal moved even closer. Closed his eyes and inhaled her scent.
Chloe tapped into a computer nestled into a nook against the wall, and Cal stepped back to give her privacy to update Steve’s chart. But he watched her every gesture and nuance, hoping for a sign that she was as affected by his presence as he was by hers.
Chloe’s head turned to meet his gaze. Her brow rose. “Cal?”
“I like ice cream.”
“You want to go with us?”
“I do.”
“Why?”
“Don’t be difficult. Can I come?” Softer, Cal added, “Please, Chloe.” He knew he was pleading. Hell, he was almost begging. He needed to be with her again. He’d either get her out of his system or he would make his condition worse. His hope was to ensure they didn’t let years of hate smother their burning desire.
Seeing her care for the LeBlancs humbled him. Chloe was a woman and no longer the overall-clad girl of his youth. She was selfless and giving, a woman of both strength and compassion. She nodded and when the girls came out, he joined their adventure.
They treated the girls to pizza and then took them for the coveted frozen yogurt. Once they reached Chloe’s condo, they bathed the girls, Chloe washing while he dried. Then he and Chloe took turns reading the Berenstain Bears, but the girls were asleep before they could finish the book. Watching Chloe care so tenderly for the girls had Cal’s mind engaged in way too many unwanted images and thoughts. The one that confused him the most was the mental picture of her with her own children. With their children. Did he want to have children? The thought of Chloe’s belly big and round with his child made him think he might. He knew one thing for certain—he would enjoy the conception.
Chloe’s condo was tastefully decorated in Danish contemporary. The kitchen, living area, and office were all open and flowed fluidly into one another. The color scheme was black and white with pops of royal and aqua blue. It was comfortable and warm, like the woman who lived there.
When they finally settled in the living room with glasses of wine. Cal said, “Sharon tells me you’re making videos for the girls.”
“She was worried they wouldn’t remember their dad, so I started making the videos a while ago. I’ve downloaded them to my laptop.” She sipped her wine. “It’s a good thing too, because someone stole the digital camera from her car.”
“How do you plan to edit the film?”
“I hadn’t thought to do that. It might be nice though. I have a ton of footage from the earlier years of his life—some video, some stills.”
“Do you want me to take a look at it? I don’t mind editing it for you.”
She tipped her head and offered a tired smile.
“Actually that would be great if you could.”
They sat on opposite ends of the couch, sipping wine. Listening to the silence. Cal watched Chloe intently. Occasionally she’d make eye contact with him.
“Have you thought about that night?” he asked, when his desire to know overcame his fear of her reaction.
When she shifted, he prepared for her response. But he was looking forward to it. Chloe’s responses were always worth watching.
She fondle
d the stem of her wine glass as she fixed her eyes on him. Her tongue darted out of her mouth and moistened her bottom lip. “My memory has been busy filling in the gaps resulting from the alcohol-induced amnesia.”
She rotated her shoulders back and straightened her spine, accentuating her breasts as she did. She definitely remembered something. Otherwise her body posture wouldn’t have been so open. So affected, so sensual.
Holy fuck, she wanted him. She was practically preening. But it wasn’t like he wasn’t affected by her too. He sat up a little straighter, put his glass on the table. He’d been growing hard as he watched the memories of that night play across her features.
He wanted to touch her long silver-white curls, but he wouldn’t stop there. He knew he wouldn’t. She had full breasts and hips and he could remember her soft curviness. Her body could tempt the most God-fearing man, so he didn’t stand a chance. He remembered going down on her, and he wanted another taste. Now. He wanted her flavor, her essence, on his tongue. He wanted to be inside her. Wanted to touch and taste and fuck her until they both moaned with pleasure.
Her hazel eyes grew smoky when she climaxed. He remembered that as well. Those daring looks from the corners of her eyes got him hot again and again, one reason, obviously, for the six condoms—a new record for him. He wanted to experience all of that again, experience her. She was so small and he so tall that she rode him in all the right places.
While he’d been reminiscing, she’d apparently been doing a little mental imagining as well. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes had grown dark. Damn. Game on.
He moved next to her on the couch, reached for her wine glass and put it next to his on the table. He bent his head as if meaning to kiss her, but stopped short. With his mouth hovering over hers, he said, “I want you.”
Chloe gasped and her chest rose and fell rapidly. She whispered, “I want you too, but I need you to be clear on something.”
Her voice was determined, and Cal was disoriented as he was yanked from the cusp of passion and thrown into stark reality. “What?”
“I don’t want you making fun of me like when we were kids. I’m not a girl anymore. I enjoy sex, but I won’t ever let you touch me if you bully me like that again.”
Cal was dumbfounded. He stared at her, mouth wide. Had she been harboring resentment all this time? He didn’t remember what he’d done, yet she was clearly still upset about it. He couldn’t imagine hurting her now. Had he then? He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. “Chloe, I’m sorry. I never intended to upset you. I was a child. You’re definitely not a girl anymore. I intend to treat you as the beautiful and seductive woman you are.”
His hand cradled her neck, and he nipped at her mouth until she opened on a breath, allowing him to tease her with his tongue. The kiss started out sensual at first, but then the intensity grew until they were both gasping for breath. His hand slid up the silky cream-colored blouse she wore. The sheer material clearly displayed her hardened nipples and needy state. He pinched the distended tips, and she moaned around his name. He pulled her blouse over her head and reached to adjust his aching penis. She had him hard and hot. He unclasped her bra and slid the fabric sensually down her arms, exposing her beautiful milky globes. Perfection. He grasped both breasts and rubbed his cheeks against her hardened nipples and then started using his lips. He took one nipple between his teeth and rolled it gingerly.
Touching her, tasting her, was better than he remembered. Better than he’d dreamed.
He was distracted when Chloe pulled at his shirt. He helped her by lifting his arms, allowing her to pull it over his head. Cal watched her eyes track across his chest. When she was done, she lowered her head but peeked up at him with big eyes and a sly smile. She was fucking perfect. Cal shifted them until they lay on their sides, facing one another. Sharing the same breath.
“Chloe, feel what you do to me.” Grasping her hand, he moved it to cup his aching erection. She cried out, “Oh my God,” and he shushed her, reminding her not to wake the girls.
He unbuttoned her shorts and slid his hand between her thighs. “God, you’re dripping.” He started massaging her clit with his thumb. When her eyes turned smoky, he pushed his middle finger into her cunt. Moaning, she closed her eyes, but Cal didn’t want that. He wanted her to see him when she came. “Chloe, keep your eyes on me; don’t close them.”
She opened eyes smoked out with a dark hazel rim. Knowing what that meant, knowing that she wanted him, made him even harder. Her mouth opened slightly and released a deep moan, and Cal let his index finger join the first, stroking into her heat. He increased the pressure on her clit, and her body began to writhe. She started softly chanting his name, her voice deep and hoarse. Her cunt squeezed his fingers like a vise, and in response he curled his fingers up to massage her G-spot. “Come on my fingers.” She cried out once at his words and then again when she came. He smiled with satisfaction, but leaned toward her, trapping her face against his chest, and whispered “Shh.” He massaged her gently until the last waves left her body. Then he slid his fingers free and licked each clean. She tasted like fucking honey.
Chloe’s eyes were heavily lidded. “Cal, take me,” she demanded.
She didn’t have to tell him twice. He was on a mission to satisfy this woman. He put some space between them, wondering if he was crazy. It had never been like this with a woman. But he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He slid her shorts down, along with her panties, and revealed her beautiful bare sex. She was made for him. Made for riding his cock. She helped him remove his pants and boxers and then took him in her warm hands and started working him.
“I want to taste you.”
God, he wanted that too.
He maneuvered so that she was atop him and opened his arms wide in invitation. She slid her curvy little body down between his legs, stroking him all the while. Then she lifted her head and grinned. His cock jumped and his hips lifted. God, she was going to kill him. The anticipation was going to kill him.
“Chloe,” he groaned.
She looked back down at him and slid one hand under his shaft to fondle his sac. Then she did what he’d been waiting for. She licked the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around and tasting him with long strokes. When she finally sucked the tip into her mouth, he moaned, loving the way her lips slid sensuously over his glans. Her hot mouth cradled his cock halfway down before she pulled back, sucking all the way.
Cal growled her name, latching on to her hair, and she sucked and massaged with more aggression. She took more of him in her mouth, but still not all of him.
“Can you take it all Chloe? All of me.” He rolled his hips, wanting to thrust but not wanting to hurt her.
She smiled—he felt her lips move—and then she took him deep. His fingers tightened in her hair, helping her. Guiding her. Tugging and pushing to show her the rhythm he needed. Just when he thought he was going to die from pleasure, she took him all the way to the back of her throat, her tongue tracing the underside of his cock from back to tip.
“Jesus, Chloe!” He shuddered, tightening his muscles. He didn’t want to come yet. Not yet. “I love fucking your mouth.”
She pulled back and then increased her pace yet again, alternating fisting and sucking him. When he was close, he called her name on a groan, and she closed her mouth around just his tip. He came with a furiousness he never had before as she used her fist to pump his shaft and milk him. He tried to come quietly, but she was like a fucking warm moist glove, and he cried out her name at the same time come shot from his body.
They lay spent, with Chloe cradled between his legs. After a few minutes, she said, “I need you inside me.” She maneuvered herself atop him and rubbed her wet pussy lips up and down his cock, moistening it. She tried to settle on him, press his cock inside her heat, but in their narrow space on the couch, she couldn’t drive her body past the crown. Cal was enchanted as he watched her lithe movements, as she adjusted her hips to take him. Then he was undone whe
n she looked at him with heavily dilated pupils and whispered, “Help me.”
Cal grasped her hips and tugged her down while thrusting up with his own hips. She cried out, and her body tensed. Fearing he’d pushed too hard, Cal said, “Did I hurt you?”
“No, just give me a minute.”
After a few seconds, she started to rock, slowly and smoothly. Sensing her need, he moved his hips beneath her. She rocked in a steady, sensuous rhythm. Her large breasts swayed above him, causing his mouth to water. He needed to suck on the beautiful globes.
“Lean down to me.” He lifted himself to meet her halfway. He sucked her beautiful raspberry-tipped nipples—one, then the other, then the first again—while she rode his cock.
The hard nipples and her milky soft skin, her hypnotic rocking, drove him to the brink of insanity. He needed release now. He flipped their bodies so she was beneath him. Chloe sighed and watched him from under heavily lidded eyes. That was all it took. He pistoned into her at a frenzied pace, pulling her knees up so that his sac slapped against the lips of her pussy. Heaven. He was balls deep inside little Chloe Mills from next door. God, he couldn’t believe that all this time heaven was just beyond the lake. What a fool he’d been. His scrotum drew up, and he tensed.
“Are you close?” Damn, please be close.
She rocked hard and fast against him. “God, yes.”
“Together, okay? Look into my eyes.”
Three more hard thrusts had him emptying his hot fluid into her. Chloe writhed beneath him, and her contractions drew every last drop from his cock. Cal collapsed on Chloe and kissed her brow. And then he tried to settle his whirling world.
Head lowered and resting next to hers on the couch, he was afraid he’d gotten carried away. Her eyes were closed and her chest rose and fell quickly. “Christ, I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”
Chloe grasped his chin and directed his gaze up to her face. “Never apologize for something so beautiful. Of course you didn’t hurt me.”
He kissed her mouth lightly. “I thought I got carried away is all.”