At Peace

“You should try that too,” she said softly, her fingers coming up to stroke his jaw.

He didn’t reply, just let the tone of her words and her touch settle in.

Yeah, he was home.

He never thought about it, it never entered his mind. He lived his life and went where he needed to be.

But Vi on his couch, he realized for the first time he could remember, it was good being home.

“Is most of your work out there?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you move out there?”

“’Cause LA is insanity, filled with fruits and nuts. Indiana is sanity, meat and potatoes. I’m a meat and potatoes man.”

She’d watched his mouth while he talked then her eyes came to his when she said, “Yeah, fruits and nuts are good on occasion, but you need meat and potatoes.”

He smiled at her, she smiled back then she lifted up her head to kiss him gently which was good, saved him the trouble of bending his head to do the same.

Then a phone rang and her head went back to the couch but twisted to the side.

“That’s my cell,” she told him.

Cal reached out an arm, grabbed her shorts and dragged them across the floor then he pulled her cell out. He looked at it and the display said “Sam’s cell.”

“Sam,” he told her, her eyes got big, she snatched the phone out of his hand, slid it open and put it to her ear.

“Sam!” she cried loudly. “What’s up, baby brother?”

The brother. The brother she obviously cared about because she was still lying under him, his dick inside her and she seemed to have forgotten.

He slid out, her chin dipped, her face grew soft and her lips parted and he grinned at her because all of that told him he’d reminded her and she liked him where he was.

“What?” she said into the phone distractedly. “Sorry, yeah, I’m here.”

Cal moved down her body, pulling her tank up under her tits and then he put his mouth to her ribs.

Her fingers slid into his hair.

“What?” she asked again, his mouth moved down further and she said, “Yeah, things are good. You?” He circled her navel with his tongue, she sucked in her stomach and her breath and she said, her voice sounding choked, “Can you hang on a second?” She tugged at his hair and he lifted his head to see she had her hand curled over the phone and it was away from her face. “Stop it, Joe.”

“You taste good, buddy.”

Her eyes got wide then they narrowed and she hissed, “Stop.”

He slid down further, to between her legs, she scrambled up to get away and he caught her hips, yanking her under him while surging up and covering her with his body.

He put his mouth to hers and he whispered, “All right baby, I’ll stop.”

“Thank you,” she snapped, her eyes still narrow, he grinned at her again and she put the phone back to her ear. “I’m back,” she said and looked at him. “No, it’s nothing, just an annoying neighbor.” Cal laughed softly and shoved his face in her neck so he could run his mouth along her skin. “What?” she asked. “No joke!” she cried. “Yes, definitely, absolutely.” She was silent a second then asked, “Mel too? Oh, Sam, the girls’ll be thrilled to bits.” Another pause and then, “How long?” His head came up, he shifted a bit to the side, settling on an elbow in the couch to watch her talk while he righted his jeans and she said, “That’s all?” Her eyes came to him and she went on. “Well, we’ll take it, even if it’s only a weekend.” Another pause then, “Yes.” Another pause. “You got it, I’ll definitely make it. Kate’ll be beside herself, she hasn’t had my seafood risotto in ages. Anything else you want?” She listened, her face changed, her eyes went unfocused and a look settled on her features, affection, plain as day, she loved her brother it was obvious she didn’t try to hide it and she said, “Yeah, we can do family time, you bet.”

Cal found his hand moving toward her face then it cupped her jaw, his thumb moving out to stroke her cheekbone and he watched her eyes shift to him, that love still shining there and that contraction hit him in the left of his chest again, this time stronger than before, nearly painful. She focused on him but that look didn’t move from her face.

“Yeah, we’ll see you then,” she whispered, her eyes still on Cal. “Can’t wait, Sam.” She paused to listen then said, “Me too, love you… my love to Mel. Bye.”

She slid the phone shut and Cal asked, “Let me guess, your brother’s comin’ to town?”

A smile split her face and she nodded. “Him and his girlfriend, Mel. Next weekend.”

“Good news, buddy.”

“Definitely.”

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