Stroked her sensitive G-spot until she was panting and squirming again. But this time, he wasn’t content with just fingers. His cock bobbed, hard and ready.
The tip of it butted against her plump lips, slid between them, and then he slammed into her as she wrapped her legs around his flanks and drew him in.
His turn to cry out. “Aah.” The sensation of molten heat engulfing him was too much for him to resist.
When she would have grabbed at him, he manacled her wrists in his hands and drew them over her head, stretching her on the table. He held her pinned as he stroked into her.
Long.
Hard.
Deep.
She shuddered even as he retreated.
Then slammed back in, making her cry out.
Pull back. Then in.
Caleb thrust into Renny, his body rigid as he controlled his pleasure. But he wouldn’t be able to hold it for long. She was just too exquisite.
Even though he held her hands prisoner, she still managed to drive him wild, arching her hips to take him deep, the walls of her sex squeezing so tight.
He kept moving firmly, trying to remain conscious of the fact that she lay on a table, not a bed. He had to be gentle with her.
But their passion wasn’t cooperating.
Without conscious volition, Caleb quickened his pace. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to a seated position with her ass still on the towel. His strokes got shorter but harder. They banged deep within her sheath.
She clenched around him. Her body pulsed with heat and energy. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and shoulder. The moment before she climaxed, she said the most incredible thing, “You’re mine,” and then she did the most mind-blowing thing.
She bit him and, for all intents and purposes, made him hers.
Chapter Sixteen
The picnic table wasn’t the most comfortable bed, but when they finished making love, neither was ready to separate. Problem was a light rain made it unpleasant to stay outside. So she’d entered the house and cuddled Caleb on the couch. Just for a little while.
Or so she’d thought until she heard the little voice saying, “Mommy, why are lying on top of Daddy?” On the list of awkward questions, that one ranked pretty high, along with “Why are you wearing Daddy’s shirt?”
Somehow, explaining that she’d lost hers because she’d gone out to seduce Caleb didn’t seem appropriate. She stammered out a white lie. “Mine got wet.”
“Very wet,” Caleb added, completely deadpan.
“Oh. Okay.” And with that, her son wandered away and was soon making truck noises.
She, on the other hand, was making embarrassed groaning ones.
Caleb rubbed her back. “Now, now, baby, it’s not that bad. At least we were wearing clothes.”
He laughed harder when she elbowed him. Rolling off, she tugged down his shirt, which came to a respectable mid-thigh, and then marched off toward the bathroom.
It didn’t take a peek over her shoulder to know Caleb admired the view, and must have been pretty blatant about it because Luke asked, “Why are you so happy, Daddy?”
“Because I have you and your mom.”
She might have stumbled. Stupid ledge between the bathroom floor and the hall.
That morning, Caleb was treated to the hustle and bustle of a family that needed to get ready to get out the door, on time. Luke had to be at school before nine, and then it was time to drop Caleb off with a kiss, then on to her own boring job at the grocery store.
Ho hum.
Until that night when she and Caleb snuck out for a tryst in his brother’s truck. They steamed the windows that night.
Broke the picnic table the next.
Made use of the outdoor shower…
Each morning she woke to Luke’s grin and Caleb’s hug.
It was wonderful.
So the week went, and despite the lack of privacy, and the glower on Caleb’s face each time she went to work, she was happy.
On Thursday about mid-afternoon, a familiar tingle let her know Caleb was there. She turned around to find him standing at the bottom end of her checkout aisle.
He wore the official Bittech uniform, and it suited him. She especially wanted to strip it from him.
I will…later.
“What are you doing here so early?” she asked. “I’m not due to finish for another hour.”
“Wes let me off early so I could show you a surprise.”
“It will have to wait. My boss will never let me leave early.” She made a face. “But in other news, I’m not working tonight.”
“How come?”
“The club is shut down on account of a burst water pipe in the bathroom.”
“I don’t suppose it could stay shut forever,” he grumbled.
But that was all he was doing. Grumbling. He might not like her job at the Itty Bitty Club, but they’d come to an understanding. While Claire and Constantine—with his sly Chihuahua—watched Luke at night, Caleb kept an eye on Renny at work. Just not in the club and it wasn’t because Caleb had an inability to, as he stated it, “Watch guys hit on my girl.” Nope, he stayed outside because she requested it.