With Me In Seattle: Bundle Two (19 page)

Not that it does often. I think Sam just likes flipping him shit.

“Do you know which way he went?” Sam asks.

“Out into the hallway.” Jules points toward the door, and Sam leaves, off to find her man.

“I bet she’s gonna get orgasms later,” Stacy whispers to me, making me smirk.

“Definitely,” I confirm and smile to myself.

“Where are the kids and Bix tonight?” Isaac asks.

“They’re all at my Mom and Dad’s,” I reply with a grin.

“You two need to get a room.” Jules scowls at Will and Meg, who are currently necking on the couch.

“Dude, they just got engaged.” Nat waves Jules off. “Let them have fun.”

“You don’t care because you’ll be joining them any second now,” Jules accuses her with narrowed eyes.

“Good idea.” Luke smirks and dips Nat low, kissing her deeply, earning a loud groan from Jules.

“Yuck,” she murmurs and sips her water. “Meg, I want to see your ring again.”

Meg happily holds out her left hand for Jules to inspect, grinning proudly.

“Did you pick it out by yourself?” Matt asks Will.

“Yep.” Will nods.

“He did good,” Natalie murmurs and smiles warmly. “You have good taste.”

“Of course I do.” Will chuckles and kisses Meg’s cheek.

“And he’s so modest.” Meg shakes her head and pushes her fingers through his hair.

“Were you surprised?” Will asks her, his voice soft and all trace of his arrogance gone.

“Completely,” Meg assures him and kisses him soundly. “Best surprise ever.”

“Brynna, you look beautiful tonight,” Luke comments before raising his drink to his mouth, surprising me.

“Thanks,” I murmur and feel my cheeks heat. “I’m glad somebody noticed,” I mumble and look away from the group, scanning the crowd. The girls exchange looks and then watch Caleb and me, thinking they’re sneaky. Thanks to my girls announcing our sleeping arrangements last week and me finally confiding in them while we got ready for tonight’s concert, they all know that Caleb and I are having sex. But I told them that it’s just sex and nothing more.

Because, honestly, I don’t know what it is. I know I’m completely in love with him, and I believe he loves me in return, but he runs so hot and cold, and I can’t figure him out.

It’s frustrating the hell out of me.

Caleb tenses even more beside me as a man I’ve never seen before approaches us.

“Excuse me, but are you Luke Williams?” the man asks Luke quietly.

“I am.” Luke nods and turns to the older gentleman.

“I’m Roger, Jake’s father,” he responds with a grin, holding out his hand for Luke to shake. Jake is the guitarist for Nash. “My wife is a big fan. Would you mind saying hello?”

“Not at all,” Luke responds with a smile and turns back to us. “I’ll be right back.”

“How did Luke hold up tonight, around all these people?” Stacy asks Natalie, referring to Luke’s phobia of crowds and being recognized thanks to his celebrity as a former movie star.

“He’s fine,” Nat assures us with a smile. “He does well when he’s with all of us. It’s when he’s alone that it’s difficult for him.”

Will nods in understanding and rests his cheek on Meg’s head as Sam and Leo come into the room, holding hands, sharing a smile.

“Did you guys enjoy the show?” Leo asks as he steps behind Sam and wraps his arms around her shoulders, pulling her back against his front and kissing the top of her head.

“It was great, Leo,” I respond with a smile. “I love the new music.”

“
Sunshine
is an excellent song,” Jules agrees and winks at Sam.

I reach down and lace my fingers in Caleb’s, hoping to anchor him and bring him into the conversation. He glances down at me quickly and squeezes my hand, but otherwise continues to watch and listen, not participating in the dialogue. Finally, I rise up on my toes and whisper into his ear, “Are you ready to go?”

“Yes,” he answers immediately. “Brynna and I are going to take off,” he announces, shaking hands with the guys and kissing the girls on their cheeks. “It was a great show, man.”

“Thanks. I’ll see you in a few weeks when I come home on our break.” Leo smiles warmly at me and kisses my cheek, making my toes curl just a bit. “Give him hell,” he whispers to me and winks as I pull away.

I wink back and trail behind Caleb, my hand still held firmly in his, out to the parking lot.

“Caleb?”

“Let’s just get to the car, Bryn,” he responds quietly, but I hear the edge in his voice. He’s not mad.

He’s scared.

And that just about brings me to my knees. Caleb is the strongest man I know, but being in this crowd, worried about my safety and dealing with his own demons simply because I wanted to come be a part of the concert speaks volumes for how he feels about me.

He’d sit through hell for me.

And he did.

We reach the car, and he tucks me safely inside then moves around to the driver’s side and lowers himself inside, shutting and locking the doors behind him.

He starts the car and white-knuckles the wheel, driving quickly and efficiently through the parking garage. His muscles aren’t just tight, they’re stretched and bunched under his black sweater, and every part of him is radiating sheer tension.

I reach over and lay my hand gently on his thigh and gasp. His thigh is flexed, and I can feel the outline of every muscle through his blue jeans.

“Are you okay?” I murmur.

He glances over at me, his blue eyes hot and tight, and nods. “Yeah.”

“Babe, it’s okay.”

He drops one hand off the wheel and covers mine on his leg, squeezing it reassuringly.

What can I do to help him?

As an idea forms in my head, I turn in my seat and brush my knuckles down his cheek and along his jaw.

“Caleb?” I ask softly.

“Hmm?” he responds.

“Talk to me, sailor.”

He exhales deeply and concentrates on the road for a moment and just when I think he’s not going to talk, he whispers, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” I ask, surprised.

“I know I wasn’t a lot of fun this evening. I’m not good around a bunch of people, Bryn. It makes me nervous.”

“We didn’t have to come, Caleb.”

“You wanted to be here. I wanted you to come and have a good time.” He pushes his hand through his hair, and I feel him start to relax, bit by bit.

“Thank you,” I reply quietly and lean over to kiss his cheek. My fingertips move gently up and down his thigh, caressing him lightly. I drop a kiss on his shoulder and then his bicep.

“What are you up to, Legs?” he asks.

“Can I try something that I’ve never done before?”

He glances over at me and frowns slightly, curiously, and then finally offers me a half smile. “Okay.”

“You’re going to have to scoot back just a bit,” I inform him and take my seat belt off and reach for his belt.

His eyes go wide.

“Bryn?”

“I’m gonna suck you off in your car,” I say matter-of-factly and pull his zipper down, tug his underwear down and release his hard, hot cock. I pull my knees under me on the seat and brace myself on the center console and pull him into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he whispers as he rests a hand on the back of my head, threading his fingers in my hair, as I rise and fall on him, sucking and licking and tugging on his gorgeous dick.

I lick a trail from his balls, up the underside along a thick, bulging vein, to the tip and trace the ridge of his head and the slit with my tongue.

“I love your cock,” I murmur and sink down again, pulling him to the back of my throat. I hold him there, pressing with my lips, and swallow, massaging the tip with my throat.

“Holy Jesus, Bryn, I’m going to crash this fucking car,” he growls, but I don’t let up. I suck harder and move faster, and grip what won’t fit in my mouth with my hand, twisting and jacking him as I give him the best damn blow job of his life.

He runs his hand from my head, down my spine, to my ass and grips hard, his fingertips brushing along the seam of my skinny jeans, setting my core on fire. I cup his balls in my hand and plant my tongue on the underside of his cock and tease him, knowing full well he’s on his way to coming in my mouth.

I can’t fucking wait.

“Stop, Bryn, I’m gonna come.”

I shake my head and increase my efforts, and suddenly I can taste the salty essence of him filling my mouth, splashing against the back of my throat, and I swallow, taking all of him and licking him clean before I lean back, tuck him away and smile smugly from the passenger seat.

“I guess I got you to look at me now, didn’t I?” I ask with a chuckle.

He’s panting, his jaw dropped, and he looks over at me with a mixture of awe and lust and…
anger
?

I just sucked him dry. What the hell is he angry for?

He pulls up to the house, slams the car in park and before I know it, we’re inside and I’m pinned against the front door and Caleb is pulling me out of my clothes.

“Caleb…”

“I’ve told you before, Legs,” he begins and tosses my top and bra over his shoulder, then reaches for my jeans, “you always come first.
Always
. You want to play this game?” He pulls my jeans down my legs and tosses them aside, along with my thong, and pulls one of my legs over his shoulder, spreading me wide. “I hope you’re ready for what you just started.”

And before I can form a coherent thought, he reaches up to clench a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and buries his face in my pussy, sucking and pulling on my lips, licking from my anus up to my clit in long, hard strokes.

“Holy shit!” I exclaim and grip his head in one hand, tugging his hair in my fist and holding on to the door handle for dear life, praying I don’t fall.

“You think I didn’t see you tonight, sweetheart?” he murmurs between long swipes up and down my pussy with his tongue. “You think I didn’t notice how fucking hot your ass and legs looked in those jeans with these fuck-me heels on your feet?”

I squirm against the door as he pushes a finger inside me and pulls my clit through his lips with a loud
smack
.

“I can’t see anything
but
you, Legs.”

He presses his tongue against my clit and crooks his finger, sending me into a mind-numbing orgasm. My knee buckles, but he holds me strong, pressed against the door, as I cry out and circle my hips, pressing against Caleb’s face.

He backs off for just a second, presses a second finger inside me, and looks up to watch my face as he hits my sweet spot and sends me over into another screaming orgasm.

He stands and pulls me into the living room to the nearest surface, which happens to be a chair, bends me over the back of it and sinks to his knees again.

“Caleb, I need you inside me,” I whimper.

“I’ll get there eventually,” he murmurs and bites each of my ass cheeks, hard enough to leave a mark.

“Ouch!”

He chuckles and pulls his hands down my back, over my ass, and spreads me wide open.

“You love my cock?” he asks with a husky voice.

I nod vigorously.

“Well, I love this,” he responds and plants his tongue on my clit and drags it slowly through my folds and up to my anus. “I love every inch of this. Do you know what this is?”

“Uh, it’s my pussy, Caleb,” I reply drily.

He slaps my ass, not hard, just enough to get my attention, and I look back at him, shocked.

“No, it’s your cunt, Brynna.”

I scowl at him, and he laughs, settling his eyes back on my wet, pulsing center.

“Yes, it’s a dirty word, sweetheart. But this”—he pulls his finger down my core, and I shudder—“this is the sweetest cunt I’ve ever tasted.”

He buries his face in me again, pushing his tongue inside me and pressing his thumb against my nub, and I come apart for a third time, shuddering and jerking, leaning so far over the chair my feet leave the floor.

“Holy fuck!” I exclaim. “Caleb!”

“Yes, baby,” he replies and kisses and licks the globes of my ass and up my spine, planting wet kisses between my shoulder blades.

“I want you inside me,” I respond breathlessly. “Please.”

He slaps my ass and then quickly turns me around and props me up on the back of the chair, wraps an arm around my waist to hold me steady and guides his long, hard cock inside me, but stops. His face is level with my own, millimeters from me, and as he speaks I can smell myself on him and can almost feel his lips move.

“You will learn,” he begins and glides his free hand over my hip, between us, so he can press on my clit with his thumb, “that getting you off is my fucking
job
, Brynna.” He moves his thumb, back and forth, over my swollen and hypersensitive clit, making me clench around his cock.

“Please,” I whisper.

“Please what?” he asks and sweeps his lips across mine.

“Please move, babe. I need you.”

“Not until you come one more time,” he informs me with a low growl.

I feel him buried inside me, his balls against my ass, his thumb pressed to my clit, and he leans in and bites my neck, sending me over the edge once more.

I can’t do this anymore!

I cry out as my body rocks and spasms against him. If it weren’t for his arm anchoring me to him, I would have fallen into the chair.

Finally, he begins to move, slowly, with measured strokes, and I cry out again at the incredible sensation of his velvet-like cock dragging against my pussy.

He kisses me deeply, claiming me,
owning me
, and then rests his forehead against my own as he begins to move faster and harder, pumping my clit with his pubis on every thrust.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Legs,” he whispers and clenches his eyes shut as he comes, grinding and pushing against me as he releases inside me.

I hug him to me and bury my face in his neck, absorbing the shudders and trembling of his body as his orgasm works through him.

He’s panting and sweaty, and clinging to me as though he’s afraid to lose contact with me.

I kiss his shoulder and maintain my hold on him, comforting him, loving him.

Tell him you love him!

But before I can say a word, he lifts me from the chair, still inside me, and carries me up the stairs.