Safe with Me Page 12

Fuck.

“Don’t start,” I warn her, my voice low and hard. She crosses her arms over her black sweater, pulling it tight over her breasts and my cock stirs.

She’s wearing a gray skirt that flows to her knees and mid-calf black fuck-me boots.

“What is it Sam?” Nat asks.

“It’s gum.”

“Here’s one!” Will pulls his card from the Dirty Minds game box and laughs. “You stick your poles inside me, you tie me down to get me up and I get wet before you do.”

I’m going to kill all of them.

“I like the tie me down talk, you know,” Sam reminds us all, referring to her loud and explicit description of her sexual preferences after Jules’ bachelorette party.

I didn’t think I would survive that damn ride home.

Matt chokes on his beer as the others laugh at her. Leo stares down at her, dumbfounded.

“Seriously.”

“Sure.” Sam shrugs.

“It’s a tent, people!” Will passes the box along.

“I haven’t been wet in a while.” Brynna announces.

Correction: I’m just going to kill her.

“How many drinks have you had?” Sam asks her.

“Too many,” I respond for her. “Excuse us, we need to talk.” I grip her arm in my hand and lead her out of the room, down the hallway that runs past the kitchen to Luke’s office and slam the door behind us.

“What the fuck are you trying to do?” I ask her angrily, caging her in at the door. My palms are flat against the wood at either side of her head, and in the heels of her hot as hell boots, she’s almost my height.

And fuck if that doesn’t also just turn me the hell on.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she responds, meeting my gaze head-on.

“Bullshit.” I can’t help it. God help me, but I can’t help but touch her. I lean in and rub my nose against hers, enjoying the way her eyes flutter closed.

“What do you want from me?” I whisper as my hands sink into her soft hair.

“I don’t want anything from you,” she answers and opens her eyes, pinning me in her chocolate brown gaze. “That’s just it, Caleb. I just want you.”

I pull my lips up and down the soft skin of her throat. Damn, she smells so fucking good. I grip her shoulders in my hands with a growl and spin us around, push her to a leather chaise lounge sitting in the corner and guide her down on it, sinking to my knees before her.

“What are you doing?” she asks with wide eyes.

“How long has it been, sweetheart?” I ask her.

“How long has what been?” She shakes her head and frowns, as though she’s trying to clear her fuzzy head.

“How long has it been since someone made you come?”

She stills, her hands gripped onto my shoulders, knees spread so I can kneel between them, and watches me carefully.

“Why?” she finally whispers.

“I thought this is what you wanted,” I respond and raise up on my knees so our faces are level. I grip her hips in my hands and pull her closer to the edge of the seat. “I can smell how turned on you are.”

Her mouth opens and closes twice, and her gaze falls to my lips. She licks her own, plump, gorgeous lips, and all rational thought goes right out the damn window.

I press my mouth to hers and she wraps her arms around my neck and I’m lost to her.

I need her.

I need to know what she feels like when she comes.

I kiss my way down her neck to her collarbone, nuzzle her breasts, and push her skirt up to her hips.

“Caleb.”

She sinks her fingers into my short hair and pulls.

“Lay back.”

“No. I want to watch.”

Jesus, she’s going to fucking kill me.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” She’s wearing small, lacy panties that are no match for me. I quickly rip them and toss them over my shoulder and spread her wide, gazing down at her in awe.

She’s so damn beautiful.

“You shave,” I murmur, surprised, and lean in to plant a soft kiss over the smooth skin of her pubis.

I can’t fucking wait to taste her.

“Mmm,” she murmurs.

“God, you’re so turned on.” I push a finger over her clit and down her lips and they are immediately soaked.

“You turn me on, sailor,” she responds with a smile, her voice breathy as she pants.

She grips my wrist in her hand and pulls the finger dripping in her own juices into her mouth and sucks.

Hard.

And fuck me, I lose it.

I groan and bury my face in her pussy, licking and sucking on her small, tight lips, pushing my tongue inside her and swirling around, lapping up every drop of her sweet juices that I can.

“You have the sweetest little cunt,” I whisper and move up to pull her clit between my lips, pushing the tip of my tongue against it quickly and plunge two fingers into her tight pussy.

My cock strains against my jeans, begging to sink inside her, but I have to make this quick.

The others will miss us.

And there is nothing more beautiful to me than watching Brynna come undone right now. She props those amazing legs on my shoulders, and I can feel the muscles tense around my ears as the force of her orgasm builds.

She bites her lip to keep from crying out and her muscles spasm, clenching my fingers like a vice and she pushes her pelvis against me as the orgasm consumes her.

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