The sound of footsteps starts building in my ears, and Evan eventually pushes me off before we’re caught together. I stand back to my height as he tugs down his hoodie and adjusts himself.
All I did was kiss his stomach, but he looks at me like I’ve just rocked his world in ways no one else has. It’s stupid and possessive, but I don’t want anyone to have him like that—past, present, future.
A figure appears in the door, and I glance over my shoulder as I reach for my T-shirt that was discarded on the floor.
Sierra, the owner, blinks at us. “Everything okay in here?”
“Yeah.” I smile. “We made a mess with the paint.”
She smiles back. “Make sure you bring clothes you don’t mind ruining.”
“I’ll remember for next time.”
“Thank you for helping. We appreciate it.”
When she leaves, I hear Evan take a breath. I spare one last glance at him, and he shakes his head.
“You need to stand on the other end of the room,” he huffs.
“Do I now?”
“Yes. Otherwise, we won’t get anything done.”
My laugh is unreserved. “Whatever you say, boss.”
26
EVAN
While spending the day helping out at the new children’s home, I wasn’t expecting Caleb to turn up. I also wasn’t expecting him to drop to his knees and kiss across my stomach with his warm lips.
When I arrive home, I can’t stop thinking of him and the way his hands collapsed around my hips. I wanted nothing more than for him to do unspeakable things to me, but we were there to help the community.
My cock aches as I replay the moment he kissed my skin like I was a meal to eat. I can’t even remember the last time I felt like this, the desire to be touched, to even touch myself.
I slowly start to remove my clothes, imagining Caleb in front of me. His tattoos appear in my head, along with his strong, toned body. The memory of his firm hands gliding across my skin and making my blood hum. I whine as I close my eyes, wishing he was here to help out instead.
When my clothes are off, I lie down on my bed and begin to stroke my cock, up and down, my whole body vibrating with pleasure at the simplest touch. I’ve been stupidly hard the entire day, even when I made him work on the other side of the room.
His scent was still there, reminding me that I wasn’t alone. If I inhale deeply enough, I can still smell him, making me throb. I grip my cock tighter, but it’s not enough. I need more.
After pushing myself up onto my knees and reaching into my bedside drawer, I pull out a bottle of lube. It’s only small. I managed to snag it while out shopping with Ava and Kayleigh one time. Neither of them said anything, which I am eternally grateful for.
I coat two of my fingers in the lube before sliding forward on my knees, my head pressed down into the bed. I slide my fingers over my back and the curve of my ass before shoving them inside myself. A soft whimper escapes my lips, and I imagine them being Caleb’s fingers instead.
“Oh, fuck,” I choke out as I pick up my pace and clamp my eyes shut.
My heart races inside my chest. The level of arousal inside me is dangerous. Every second makes it hard for me to breathe as I fuck myself with my fingers.
I press against my prostate, but it’s not enough to relieve the tension inside me. I attempt to push them further, but they’re as far as they’ll go, and I whine as I continue to plough my fingers inside myself while my cock remains rock solid.
My legs tremble, and everything inside me turns sensitive.
Pups.Caleb’s voice is dark inside my head.
Oh, Goddess. His voice. I whimper again.
You need to take a cold shower or something.
