“Jesus fuck,” I whispered.
“There is no God for you when I’m around,” Caleb glowered.
He parted my legs and nestled between them, his broad shoulders holding my thighs perfectly against his cheeks. I looked up, watching him as he watched me, and as his fingers parted my pussy lips, my juices spilled down my ass crack.
“Mm, mm, mm. Delightful,” he said with a crooked grin.
My head fell back to the pillow. “Caleb, you really don’t have t—oh, my God.”
His tongue fell against my swollen nub and it was game over. My hands fell to his hair, tangling within his thick tendrils as I pulled him closer. He pressed a finger between my aching walls, pumping softly as the tip of his tongue traced my clit.
Then, he added a second finger, and crooked it against a spot that almost took me off the damn bed.
“Caleb!” I exclaimed.
He pulled me back down to his face, growling in the process. “I’m not done eating my dinner yet.”
“Caleb. Caleb. Caleb,” I chanted as he tickled the tip of my clit. “Holy fuck. Please. I just—I gotta—you—oh, my God.”
My toes curled. My thighs squeezed his cheeks. Heat rushed through my veins like a wildfire, and he stuffed me full with a third finger that pulled my eyes open. I stared up at the ceiling, watching the world tilt on its axis all around me. His fingers pumped. Electricity surged through my veins. And as his tongue pressed deeply into my oversensitive nub, my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
Where stars came to life, bursting with each pulse of my orgasm as it barreled over me.
“Ca—leb—fuck.”
The wet sounds of him slurping wafted along the shell of my ear. I spiraled into an endless darkened abyss, where nothing else existed except our bodies making up for the years they had lost with one another. My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. My soul took flight, soaring into the heavens as he sucked my clit between his lips.
And as I unraveled for a second time against his face, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I’d never be able to go back.
I’d never be able to be “just his friend” ever again.
15
REAPER
A comforting weight woke me up, pushing me further into the mattress. I stretched my arms, feeling something tighten around me as I peeked an eye open. A swath of hair swished over my face, tickling my nose as the softest yawn my ears had ever heard graced them.
And as my arms draped around Rose, I found her straddled on top of me.
“Morning,” she murmured.
I drew in a deep, sound breath. “Yep.”
She snickered. “And you tell me I’m not a morning person.”
“Uh huh.”
She slid off to the side, and God as my might I didn’t want her to. “There you go. More comfier for you.”
I shook my head. “Never.”
She tossed her leg between mine. “How’d you sleep?”
Not long enough. It seemed that I never got enough sleep these days, especially with the Devil’s Rage bullshit swirling around us. And the longer I laid there, contemplating her question, the more it gave me time to process my next move.
“Stay here,” I groaned as I pulled away from her. “I gotta go find Fangs.”
Her arm reached out and wrapped around my waist. “Just a few more minutes.”
