Bent Not Broken (A Cedar Creek #1) (26 page)

Looks like he missed me, too.

It was the kind of kiss where I had no choice but let him do with my mouth as he pleased, let him ravish it, deep and wet and oh so delicious. The excitement at seeing him, turned into need and pure desire when he pressed my body into his with both arms wrapped so tight around me it felt like he wanted our bodies to merge. One arm was holding me just under my shoulder blades, the tips of his fingers slightly stroking the side of my breast. That felt so good that I moaned deep into his mouth, making him growl into mine and pulling me even closer. His other hand was moving down my back towards my behind, then gripping it tight while grinding his hips into mine, which made my belly dip further and the wetness rush between my legs.

God! All he had done was kiss me and I was already so far gone that he could take me right here on the floor in the hallway and I wouldn’t complain. The picture that thought created in my mind caused another rush of wetness, and I squirmed in Cal’s arms. Another growl down my throat. Then he pulled his head far enough away to demand against my lips, “Bedroom. Now.”

“Upstairs, second door on the left,” was all I could reply on a lust hazed whisper before he swung me up, wrapped my legs around his waist, and kept me there with a tight grip on my ass as he walked us up the stairs and into my bedroom. I clinged to him desperately and moved my lips on him with a deep and demanding kiss. He tore his mouth away from mine and threw me onto the bed. Still bouncing, I looked up at him, my breaths coming in short, shallow pants at what I saw on his face.

Urgency.

And desire.

Pure and carnal desire.

And lust.

A whole lot of that, too.

And something else.

Determination.

Solid, unwavering determination.

And possession. The good kind.

It was hot. So hot that I swear to God, seeing it directed at me, I had a mini orgasm. Still standing next to the bed, he leaned into me, putting his hands on either side of me on the bed and only stopped until our noses were close to touching, his eyes all I could see. Then he started talking, and in doing so, he turned my world upside down.

“Gonna give you what you need and gonna give it to you good. Make you moan. Make you beg. Make you scream. And in doing so, gonna break down that last piece that you’re holding back from me, Ivey. Tear away your doubt. Make you believe. Take everything from you and in return give you everything that’s me. Show you how much you mean to me. Show you where you belong. Show you that you are mine to protect and keep safe.” His words scared me a little at the same time they turned me on.

Oh God! What was this man doing to me?

He didn’t let me focus on that thought and started kissing me again, making me forget all about being scared and holding back for my own sake and concentrating solely on the response his kiss was extracting from my body.

And it was delicious to say the least.

Overwhelming.

All-consuming.

“Clothes off, baby. Then I want you on your knees. That sweet ass of yours up in the air,” his deep, low growl ordered.

Without my brain giving the order to do so, I obeyed immediately, didn’t even hesitate or bristle at what he asked me to do. It didn’t occur to me.

I was lost in him.

Lost in what he was offering and the need to get it.

No hesitation.

No doubt.

No fear.

Not knowing I was doing it, I gave him my complete trust.

Seeing that, Cal’s eyes flared and he started ripping off his own clothes. In less than ten seconds we were both naked, eyes glued to each other, breathing hard.

Watching each other.

Waiting.

I wanted him. Needed him. Needed to be with him.

Seeing my need reflected in his eyes, I licked my lips, then got up on my knees and turned my body around, but kept my eyes on his over my shoulder, propped my body up with my hands in the bed, and lifted my ass in the air. His eyes dipped down, burning, then came back up and caught mine again.

“You trust me?” He asked. I nodded.

“Need you to say it, baby.”

“I trust you, Cal,” I breathed.

“You gonna give me all of you?”

“Yes, honey.” His eyes flared again. Then he started. He crawled onto the bed until he was kneeling behind me, caressing my ass softly, his eyes riveted to what his hands were doing.

“This ass is mine. This body is mine. You are mine,” he growled possessively, making my whole body shiver. “I want your eyes on me, want you to watch what trusting me with that body does to me. Want you to see what you’re giving me in giving me you. Want you to see what I give in return.” His beautiful words made my whole body shiver at the realization that it wasn’t only me who put herself out there.

No, Cal put himself out there for my taking as well. His eyes told me everything I needed to see, everything I needed to know.

He trusted me. Completely.

He wanted me. All of me. No matter how that came about. And he would take care of it. Always.

In return he was giving me all of him. No holds barred. He was mine. I knew it down to my soul.

That’s when the final piece inside of me broke. Not broke in a bad way.

No.

In the best way possible.

I let go and gave him me. All that I had ever been, all that I was now, and all I would ever be.

And I expressed that by holding his eyes and quietly saying, “Okay, baby.”

He knew what that meant. His body froze for a split second before relief and love seeped into his eyes. Then with a groan that seemed to come from deep in his soul, he was on me, his mouth on the small of my back, exploring, worshipping, while his hands played with my breasts. I shivered and writhed, tipped my ass up to get more contact, fighting against closing my eyes.

“Still, baby,” he whispered, “hold still and watch. Take what I give you.”

I tried, I really did, but when his fingers and mouth started softly caressing every inch of my body, it was hard not to squirm.

It was different from last night. The same but more.

So much more.

Cal watched my face intently, assessing my reaction. Since all I felt was desire and passion and lust and trust, that was all he saw.

“Spread, baby,” he growled, “gonna eat you like this, then you’re gonna ride my fingers before you take my cock.” I scooted my knees out, spreading wide for him. His hand went back between my legs, slipping through my folds, finding my sweet spot and pressing in. His other hand moved up to my breast, gently kneading, then flicking my hard nipple with his thumb over and over again until I moaned loudly. My legs started to shake as I squirmed and whimpered under his sweet torture.

Then his mouth at my back disappeared and his hands held on to my hips and he started eating me. The wetness rushed between my legs. Cal could feel it and he groaned, then his tongue slid inside me.

Oh God! I wasn’t going to be able to hold on.

“Cal, baby,” I whimpered.

His tongue inside me, his finger at my clit, his other hand at my hip pulling me harder into his mouth, he showed no mercy. Over and over again his tongue stabbed me, circled, teased, while his finger flicked and circled and pressed until I could take no more and started begging.

“Please, Cal, baby. I need you.” He didn’t let up.

“You’ve got me,” he murmured against my sensitive and swollen flesh.

“I need you inside me,” I breathed on another whimper. His tongue slid back in and started thrusting, slow delicious thrusts that almost made me come out of my skin. I whimpered again and pushed into him, seeking more, needing more. He gave it to me. His tongue moved faster, his finger pressed harder and I came on a long moan. My stomach clenched, my sex spasmed and my whole body shuddered. Then two fingers entered me and started pumping. I pushed back into them, riding them with wild abandon while my orgasm was stilling rolling through me, squeezing his fingers inside me, bucking, lights exploding behind my eyes.

Before I could recover, his fingers were gone and his cock filled me in one long hard stroke, making me cry out in pleasure. Cal pulled me up against his chest and leaned back on his calves, pumping up, making me ride him backwards while he kept at my clit and breast, kissing and licking and biting my neck.

“More, baby,” he groaned. “Again. Fuck yourself on my cock. Make yourself come again while I watch.”

And so I did.

I fucked myself without holding back.

Riding him.

Hard and wild.

I threw my head back to rest it on his shoulder, turned my face into his neck where I kissed and licked his skin. Panting. Moaning. His hand between my legs was right at our connection and that felt so beautiful it brought tears to my eyes.

“You feel this, baby? This is us. It’s beautiful. So beautiful.” His voice sounded tortured. Tortured by the beauty that was us.

And I loved it.

I got wilder, slamming down on his cock almost brutally, impaling myself on his length again and again until my muscles tightened around him, squeezing him. When he felt me spasm around him, he pushed me forward until my belly hit the bed and he slammed into me, spreading my legs with his knees so he could go deep, so deep I cried out and he came on a shout, joining me into orgasm and complete oblivion.

We were both breathing hard, his weight pushing me into the mattress, his cock still inside me, gliding gently in and out.

“Jesus Christ, honey. Jesus fucking Christ. You are making me come undone.” He took a deep breath and then softly kissed my shoulder.

“You okay?” He asked. His mouth was roaming my shoulder, softly kissing, his tongue gliding and tasting.

“Yeah,” I whispered contentedly. And I was. I had never been more okay in my life.

“It wasn’t too much? Too rough?”

“No,” I kept whispering.

“Good, baby.” He kept gliding in and out gently for a few more minutes before he pulled out and turned me under him so I was back to the mattress with him on top of me. His eyes locked on mine.

“You called me
baby.
” His voice was soft and almost reverent.

I held his eyes and answered, “Yeah.”

“That mean what I think it means?”

I grinned at him, then repeated,“Yeah,” on another whisper.

He smiled down at me, then lowered his head to murmur against my lips, “Fucking finally,” I giggled.

“Cal, it’s been like a day.” He moved his head back an inch and locked eyes with me.

“No, baby. It’s been a fuck of a lot longer than that. It just took you a while to catch up to me.” Before I could reply, he lowered his lips back to mine and kissed me.

*****

We were still in bed, Cal on his back, me on my side, my cheek to his chest, my legs tangled with his, relishing in each other’s closeness while all this sifted through my head.

Nothing. It was gone.

The fear.

The shadow that always lurked somewhere inside me ready to strike was gone.

In its place was peace. I was completely calm. Well, as calm as someone could be after two mind shattering orgasms. Calm in a sense I had never been before, and I realized that Cal had been right. Letting go and trusting him, giving him me and knowing he would handle me with care, banished the demons and let the light in me settle, set roots inside me deep enough to squash the darkness.

It felt good.

Really good.

And in that moment I promised myself I would do my damned best to hold onto that light and the peace it brought me.

Immediately commencing in holding on with everything I had, I started sharing, letting him in, wanting him to know me. Lying in Cal’s arms, running my fingers through the light speckle of hair on his chest, for the first time in my life trusting a man with all that was me and being absolutely certain he would do anything in his power to protect me, I shared about Kyle.

“You know, Macy was right,” I said in a soft voice.

“Right about what?” Cal prompted when I didn’t continue. I kept lazily running my fingers through his chest hair and continued.

“She said that Kyle didn’t win,” at the mention of Kyle’s name Cal’s body froze under mine for a second before he again relaxed. I thought that reaction was strange, since he didn’t know who or what Kyle was to me. But I pushed that thought aside, determined to give Cal more and kept talking.

“Kyle was my boyfriend in college. We lived together and I thought that we would get married at some point and spend the rest of our lives together.” Cal was quiet, giving me time to tell him my story at my pace, not pushing me, but giving me support by drawing random soothing circles on the small of my back.

“I was happy. Or at least I thought I was. Thinking back now, I was so young and inexperienced, I didn’t know what it meant to be happy with someone, didn’t know how a man is supposed to take care of his woman. The signs were all there, but I didn’t see them as red flags, because I didn’t know any better.” I was trying to justify my stupidity of falling for Kyle, not wanting Cal to think badly of me for letting him do what he did to me.