I sucked on her lower lip and the sound that left the back of her throat was ethereal. It cloaked me in a protective spell that made me feel invincible, and the sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin quickly filled the spaces between us.
Until my balls pulled up and her walls collapsed around me.
“Caleb! Fuck! I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m co—mi—ng.”
“God damn it,” I growled.
I released her wrists and fisted the bedsheets as I hung on for dear life. Her nails raked down my back, squeaking down the leather jacket I hadn’t bothered to remove. Her walls massaged me, milking me for all I had as I rutted against her like a wild fucking beast.
And as my cock emptied itself inside of her, I collapsed against her softness.
What the fuck did I just do?
“Oh, yes,” Rose whispered.
As her hands mindlessly roamed up and down my back, my cock dwindled. It fell out from between her legs, spilling with it the intermingled juices that proved our guilty moment of pleasure had existed. I nuzzled my face into the crook of her neck. I did my best to blanket her away from the harshness of the world as her hands slid beneath my jacket. And as she toyed with the hem of my shirt, it reminded me of the moment we had almost shared together in my apartment.
Before we had been rudely interrupted by the reality of our situation.
“Wow,” Rose said breathlessly.
I chuckled. “Exactly that.”
She kissed the shell of my ear. “Rest as long as you’d like. This actually feels kind of nice.”
I nodded. “It does.”
It was more than that, though. Inside, I panicked. She felt like home. No, she felt like more than home. She felt like my destiny. Like our entire lives had been building to this one moment where the blindfolds were ripped off and we saw one another for who we truly were.
Destined to be together until the very end.
I kept opening my mouth to say something before I closed it. Open and closed. Open and closed. I had just gotten Rose back, and the last thing I needed was to go around ruining that shit with my fucking mouth. So, I curled my lips over my teeth and enjoyed the way she stroked my skin beneath my shirt. I relished the way her fingernails danced along the divots of my spine.
I soaked up the moment as much as I could because there was no going back. There was no rewinding. Not for me, at least.
And I knew that so long as we occupied the same space, I’d never be able to keep my hands off her.
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“Wow,” I said breathlessly.
Caleb chuckled. “Exactly that.”
I kissed the shell of his ear. “Rest as long as you’d like. This actually feels kind of nice.”
He nodded softly. “It does.”
I waited for him to say something. I waited for him to give me any inclination that he was freaking out as much as I was. Holy fuck, what in the hell had we just done?
Christ, I just slept with my best friend.
I mean, we were best friends, right? That was what he had told the guys downstairs. But he told me we weren’t friends because we hadn’t been in contact for a while. So, which was it?
Confusion wafted over me as my fingertips danced mindlessly along his bare back.
The longer I laid there, the more Caleb’s breathing evened out. And the more his breathing pulsed against my carotid, the more reality dawned upon me. Caleb was being hunted. Blake was hunting me. There was a rogue club acting more like a fucking gang that was burning shit down, stealing women off the streets, and using them however they wished. We were associated with one another. Those assholes knew that they could get to Caleb through me.
