Bent Not Broken (A Cedar Creek #1) (23 page)

“I’m not joking,” I stated, now starting to get way past having a fit straight into being royally pissed off. He tightened his hold on me and looked into my eyes. His were dancing.

Yup, getting royally pissed off.

“You’re standing in my bathroom the morning after the night you spent in my bed where I made you come for the first time. You’re buck naked and you don’t want me to look at you? Baby, you’re crazy.”

I looked down at myself and realized that, yes, he was right. I was completely naked. And he was holding me tight to his body that he had been in the process of undressing. His shirt was unbuttoned, so my naked chest was pressed to his naked chest. He had a great chest. I hadn’t gotten a good look at his body last night, but good God he had a nice chest! I couldn’t stop myself from drinking in the sight of him and getting turned on by what I saw. Hard and muscled pecs covered by smooth, soft skin.

Delicious.

I licked my lips.

“Baby,” I heard Cal’s voice call.

I looked up at him in my turned on fog and said, “Huh?”

His shoulders started shaking again in silent laughter. “You over your snit?”

“Snit?” I asked stupidly. I wanted him to get on with it and keep undressing that delicious body of his, but my brain hadn’t come out of the hot body induced haze, yet, and I had trouble communicating.

“God, you’re cute,” he said, still laughing, then he gave me a quick kiss on the lips, let go of me and finally got on with it and finished undressing while I watched.

And there was a lot to see.

Strong, muscular arms, abs that led to that sexy V-shaped valley that some men could be proud to call theirs, a thick and long and
hard
male member that stood at attention, asking me to wrap my hand around him. I was only too happy to obey and reached out to do exactly that, then gave him a light squeeze.

He was beautiful.

So beautiful I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

Cal groaned low and pulled my body back into his while I kept holding onto him. I began to stroke him slowly, circling my thumb around the tip, spreading the drop of pre-cum that had appeared there. That made him groan louder and he buried his face in my neck, where he started to nibble and kiss and bite, not like last night, harder and more desperate.

It quickly got heated after that.

“Gonna fuck you now, baby,” Cal growled as he took my mouth in a wild and deep kiss.

I wanted that, badly, so I returned his kiss with the same enthusiasm.

One of his hands fisted in my hair, the other gripped my ass, and he pulled me in closer so he could grind into me. I stroked him faster, my grip firm and unrelenting. His hand at my ass moved down and in between my legs from behind where he found my clit and started rubbing and circling. I groaned against his tongue and opened my legs wider and tipped up my ass to give him better access. My womb clenched and I rubbed my hard nipples across his naked chest, something he had denied me last night.

The friction felt absolutely amazing.

“Gonna take you hard and fast.” Cal’s voice was a low rumble that I could feel in his chest.

“Yes,” I breathed. I wanted him inside of me, taking me hard and fast. No, I
needed
him inside of me, taking me hard and fast. Now.

Cal pressed against me and walked me backwards until I hit the counter, where he gripped my ass and lifted me up to sit on its edge. He spread my legs with his hands on the inside of my knees and moved his hips in between them, rocking and grinding into my hand that was still latched onto him. Then he plunged a long finger inside me, making my sex clench around him, trying to pull him in deeper.

“Wet. And hot. Gonna take that wet and hot pussy, baby. Make it mine. I’ll ride you so hard you’ll scream my name.”

God, that sounded good.

I tore my mouth from his and moaned. I could feel myself getting wetter with every stroke of his finger.

I couldn’t wait.

My sex spasmed in anticipation as I pulled his now rock hard cock closer to me until his tip touched my clit. Cal pulled his finger out of me and spread my wetness around, circling and pressing in. Feeling both his finger and his cock at my sex was driving me crazy with lust. I guided him to my entrance, then let go of him and he plunged his length into me in one hard thrust. I threw my head back and moaned. Cal gripped my ass to hold me still. His head was bent and his forehead was leaning against my chest. He was breathing hard as he watched himself thrusting in and out of me.

“You are so tight and hot, baby. So fucking perfect,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Feel it, baby. Feel how perfect you are for me.” That’s when he started rocking into me in earnest, taking me deep and hard. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on. His hands at my hips kept me in place while he plunged into me over and over again, fast, rough, wild. Absolutely delicious. I wrapped my legs around Cal’s waist and used my calves to push him into me harder, demanding more. He fisted his hand in my hair and pulled my mouth to his to take it in a wild and abandoned kiss.

God, nothing had ever felt this good!

The tension built inside me. I could feel the heat spreading throughout my body. My sex started clenching him as I tore my mouth from his and panted, “Cal—”

“I can feel it, baby. I can feel your pussy sucking me in. I want it. Give it to me. Let go!” He shouted. His hips were bucking against me, losing control. The knowledge of that, of me making him lose control, pushed me over the edge and made me explode around him. An orgasm so powerful I could feel it in every cell of my body shot through me, making my toes curl and my body shudder and shake. I cried out his name while Cal’s thrusts became frantic. I could feel his cock swell inside me, then with one last thrust he buried himself deep and came on a loud bark, head thrown back, muscles strained at his neck.

My hold on him stayed tight with all four limbs while we both tried to calm down. My face was buried in his neck, his face was buried in mine as we held each other and waited for our breaths to slow down and our bodies to stop shaking.

I thought what he gave me last night had been phenomenal, but sex with Cal topped everything I had ever experienced. I hadn’t known it could be this hot and wild and passionate and raw. I enjoyed sex before and had been told by some of my lovers that I was hot in bed, but what just happened was in a completely different league. I didn’t know what that league was called, but it was off the charts.

While I was thinking this, Cal started gliding in and out of me gently, and that felt so intimate and caring that it made my throat constrict. Nobody had ever done that before, either. To be honest, I had never given anyone the chance to. As I said, I was a slam-bam-thank-you-man kinda person. No cuddling, no soft touches, no after sex pillow talk, definitely no gliding.

But Cal made me feel protected and safe and warm enough to let him.

I trusted him.

I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.

He respected me, thought I was cute and funny and sweet.

Called me his woman and wanted to take care of me.

That’s why I felt secure enough to let go with him, to throw attitude or be cute and sweet or a total dork, to cuddle and fall asleep in his arms, to be
me
. I didn’t get scared when he grabbed me or was up in my space or dragged me across the room or pulled me into his body or closed in on me.

Because I trusted him.

He let me be me.

No, he not only
wanted
me to be me, he
demanded
it.

And somehow I trusted him enough to give it to him.

Betty had been right. I had been hiding from everyone. Even from myself. Not trusting my judgment with men, afraid to make the wrong choice again and end up hurt, I took away my own choices and created rules that forced me to liv a restricted and predictable life.

But now I could feel it.

This was
me
.

This was the person that had been buried under all the pain and hurt and fear. So I let go of the remains of my lingering anxiety and insecurity and let the warmth settle in my heart.

Cal nibbled and kissed my neck while he still softly glided in and out of me, and I sighed contentedly.

“You okay, baby? Was it too rough?” he mumbled into my neck.

Oh yeah, he cared about me.

I lifted my face out of his neck and locked eyes with him.

“I’m okay,” I whispered, “more than okay, actually.”

His eyes roamed my face, searching. Then they came to mine and melted, turning a deep shade of blue. “Yeah. You are.” He sounded proud.

His hand came up to cup the side of my neck and his thumb stroked my cheek softly. Then he kissed my forehead and slowly pulled out of me. He lifted me off the counter and carried me to the shower, then put me down, turned on the water, and pulled me in and under the spray.

Silently, he started washing me, massaging the shampoo into my hair, then rinsing it, then he turned me around so that his front was to my back and he cleaned my body, rubbing the soap in his hands and spreading it over by breasts, under and over my arms, down my sides to my stomach, further down, gently rubbing my sex, down my legs to my feet.

It made me feel cherished.

I understood. This was Cal’s way of showing me without words another way of how he was going to take care of me, and I loved it. That’s why I leaned into his body and relaxed.

On his way back up my body he stopped at my ass and gently nipped and bit each cheek, then glided his tongue up my back towards my shoulder where he kept nipping and kissing gently, intimately. His hands came to the front of my body, crisscrossing over my stomach, one hand going up to my breast, one heading down into my curls and finding my clit. His finger circled lazily through my wetness, then dipped inside me, stroked softly, then back out and circling again.

I hummed my contentment.

His hand at my breast was kneading gently, his thumb flicking my nipple while he continued to kiss and lick at my shoulder and neck. He had me completely primed again within short minutes of this and had me grinding into his hardness at my ass.

I was getting needy and desperate for him again.

I leaned my head back to rest against his shoulder and closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of him surrounding me. The gentle pressure at my clit increased and made me moan and circle my hips. I reached behind me and put my hands at his firm ass pulling him closer to me, grinding my ass harder against his cock. His finger kept circling softly, then he dipped two inside me and stroked lazily while pinching my nipple. His thumb at my clit rubbed and flicked, and his fingers pumped in and out of me, slowly building the pressure inside me. I turned my face and moaned into his neck. Cal dipped his head and captured my mouth, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and taking it in a deep and demanding kiss. My moans grew louder and more frantic as his fingers started going faster and his thumb flicked harder. He pinched my nipple, then crooked his fingers inside me and found my spot, making me explode around his fingers within seconds, making me moan my release against his tongue.

My legs gave out so that he had to wrap his arm around my waist to hold me up. Cal let me come down from my high and kissed my temple. When my breathing had evened out and I opened my eyes, he smiled proudly and gave me a peck on the lips, then turned me around to face him and started washing his own body.

Wow.

Cal gave really good orgasms.

And lots of them.

I tried to get ahold of myself as I leaned against the shower wall and enjoyed watching him finish up his shower.

“You’re beautiful,” I breathed.

Cal gave me a cocky grin, then kissed me on the mouth. He turned off the water, grabbed my hand, led me out of the shower, took a towel off the rack, and proceeded to dry me off. “You’re very good at this,” I said.

“Good at what?” He asked

“Taking care of me.” His eyes shot up to capture mine, and he said, “That’s the plan. Get used to it.” That warmth in my stomach spread further and I closed my eyes.

“I’ll try,” I whispered, overwhelmed by his gentleness.

Cal finished drying my body, then turned me towards the door and slapped me on the ass while saying, “Get dressed, baby. You need coffee.” I jumped and narrowed my eyes at him over my shoulder. He chuckled in response and shook his head in amusement, then grabbed another towel to dry himself off. I went to the bedroom to get dressed, because he was right—I needed coffee.

*****

After we both got ready, Cal drove us into town. He parked right in front of the diner and got out on his side. I waited impatiently—at this point I had been up for over an hour and was desperate for a hot cup o’ joe—for him to come and open my door for me, then hopped out and, not waiting for him, I hurried towards the diner. I was slowed down by an arm being swung around my neck and was pulled into Cal’s side. He stopped me, moved me, so that our bodies were touching front to front, and looked down at me.

“In a hurry?” He asked me through a smile. I narrowed my eyes at him and said, “Yes, Cal, I’m in a hurry. I need coffee. I thought we established that.” His eyes focused on my frown and started dancing, then came back to mine as he mumbled to himself, “See the orgasms have worn off.”