Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“You don’t want to challenge me, Caleb,” my dad is saying as I reach the top of the stairs. He’s right up in Caleb’s face, looking like he’s ready to fight.
“Don’t do this, Daniel,” Caleb growls. “She’s not yours anymore. You’re not stopping this.”
Dad goes tense and takes a step forward.
“I’m going, Dad,” I say quickly, dragging my suitcase down the stairs. He turns to me, looking absolutely furious. “It’s my choice. You can’t stop me.”
Reaching out, I take Caleb’s strong hand and smile up at him as he squeezes it. That’s all the reassurance I need to know that we will make this work. All I need is him.
I turn and walk with him. That’s when I hear my father shout behind me, “If you walk out that door, you’re cut off!”
“That’s fine, Daniel,” Caleb replies, calmly. “I will take care of her. She’ll be just fine.”
Just as I step outside, I see Sara peeking out from the living room. She’s been watching the whole thing. On the verge of tears herself, she rushes over to my side and pulls me in for a hug. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I understand. You can’t fight love.”
It’s quick, just a brief moment before she pulls back and takes her place by my dad. Following Caleb out of the house and over to his truck, I allow myself to feel a tiny glimmer of hope. If Sara can accept us, maybe my father can come around too.
“You don’t have to be afraid,” Caleb says, taking my suitcase from me. Nodding, I smile up at him.
“I’m not.”
The drive to Caleb’s apartment isn’t long. I spend the whole ride curled up in his lap, eyes closed, basking in the glory of him. When we arrive, he takes my suitcase and leads me inside. It’s actually nicer than I expected but seriously lacking decoration.
“Just needs a woman’s touch,” I tease, but before I can finish, I’m being swept up in his arms and carried over to the couch. My ears seem to turn off and my vision narrows so the only thing I can focus on is Caleb. He’s my entire world now, and my body knows it.
Panting for breath, I let him tug my pants down and lift my top, exposing my nakedness to his lips, which he uses with perfection. As he strips down, I find myself looking up at the most incredible man. Bulging muscles, ripped abs, and eyes that know me.
When he kicks his pants off and sets his stiff arousal on my belly, it’s like being twisted up in a circle of flames.
“Say it,” he says, staring into my eyes. Nothing more, but I know what he wants to hear.
“I’m yours.”
Nodding, he teases my entrance with his crown, sending a shiver of anticipation through me. “And you have always been mine.”
“Yes.” I nod, reaching out for his strong waist, something to hold on to when he takes me. “And you’re never leaving again.”
“Never.”
And then he takes me, pumping his sex straight into my center with no hesitation. I cry out at the sensation. The pain I felt the first time is gone, but the stretch is still there. Rocking his hips, he forces my eyes to his. They gleam with lust as he impales me with his swollen spear.
It’s only our second time, and he already knows just how to please me. It’s like we burned the whole world down and claimed each other.
My hips move back against his, finding and matching his rhythm. My body tingles, and my heart pounds. It’s ecstasy. But more than that—it’s love. The culmination of the game we’ve been playing, pretending that being together wasn’t inevitable.
Speaking of inevitable, I think back to our first time. To how he finished inside me and the tickle I’ve felt in my belly ever since then. As he pulls me down on me, I whisper, “Make sure I’m pregnant.” I drown in the sensation of his muscles against me. His heat. The pulsing of his heart against my chest.
“God, angel, you drive me crazy.” He smiles, gently taking my earlobe between his teeth.
He ruts deeper, faster, harder, and we go off together. I shout his name over and over, clamping down on him as he fills me with his love. So what if the world thinks this is wrong? It’s nothing but right to me.
My tender love muscles quake around his manhood as we both come down, and I see my future ever so clearly.
More of this. More of him.
Just more.
“You’ll never be away from me again,” he says gently, taking my ring finger and kissing it. “Soon, there will be a ring right here.”
My heart leaps. I gasp.
I thought he’d never love me. That loving him would destroy everything. But it didn’t. It created something new. And I cannot wait to live that life with him.