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“Tell me I’m the only one for you,” he presses. “It can’t be harder to stay together than it’s been to stay apart.”
I can’t argue with him on that. This thing, this fire between us when we touch, has always been there.
“I’m done fighting you,” I say.
Without reluctance, I open right up for him, and he slips his tongue inside my mouth. We stumble through my door, and I focus on getting his jeans undone.
He might be a changed man, but I will always crave him.
His belt buckle clinks on the floor, and I slide my jeans and panties down to my ankles, kicking my shoes off. I’m dripping wet for him as lifts me up, walking me to my bedroom.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” he murmurs, sucking my earlobe between his lips. “Missed you.”
Caleb lowers me to my feet, taking a moment to discard the rest of our clothes into a heap on the floor. He pushes me back onto the bed, and in a flash, he’s between my legs, devouring me.
“Jesus,” I mutter.
He sucks and probes, his tongue doing wonders. I want to come on his face. Want to soak his lips with my juices. Before I have the chance to do that, he spins me around and leans my head to the side, searing scorching hot kisses to the curve of my neck while he pushes one finger inside me.
I spread my legs further apart, granting him full access. His cock is heavy against my ass while he finger fucks me until I’m trembling, begging for me. He teases my entrance for a moment, letting my juices wet his tip, and then he surges into me. I let out a moan, clutching the sheets.
“The uptight professor never fucked you this good, did he?” he asks.
I let my head fall back, but don’t answer him. I don’t want to think about Derek or Tori or Hillary or any fucking body else.
“Oh, God! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop, Caleb!”
“Did he play with these, Case? Lick and suck them like I love to do?” he asks, reaching around to cup my tits. “Did he spank these cheeks while he fucked you? Did you beg him like you’re begging me?”
“No,” I reply breathlessly. “Fuck no, he didn’t! Only you!”
Only him.It’s always been him. Always will be. At my confession, he drives inside me harder, faster, seeking his release. My own release builds, washing over me like a tidal wave. He groans, squeezing my hips as he comes.
He withdraws, and his cum drips down my thighs. He didn’t use a condom. I’m still on the pill, but it obviously wasn’t a hundred percent before.
“Why did you do that?” I ask, panic setting in as I rush to the bathroom to clean up, knowing it wouldn’t do any good.
Hollis doesn’t have any twenty-four-hour stores and even if they did, they don’t sell the morning after pill. I’ll have to drive to Redbud first thing in the morning to get it.
“I didn’t...I wasn’t thinking.”
A sob escapes my lips, unable to hold it in. Caleb comes to me, pulling me into his arms. He holds me as I cry, not for the mistake we just made, but for all the mistakes we’ve made.
Damn, there have been a lot of them.
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Casey’s head rests on my chest while I stroke her back. She cried until she couldn’t cry anymore and I held her the whole time. Then we fucked slowly, savoring every inch of each other until we were both exhausted. I flip through the channels now, neither of us really caring what’s on the television.
“When did you get this?” she asks, tracing her fingertips over the tattoo on my arm.
“When I got to L.A.”
It’s the date we lost the baby. It’s also the date I lost her. I needed a constant reminder of how badly I’d fucked up. She keeps tracing it, going it quiet for a few moments.
“Caleb?”
