“I want you,” he gasped, “to keep watching.” His sexy green eyes bored into mine in the mirror where the fog had begun to fade, and my pussy clenched hard around his cock. He kept his firm hold on my hair and maintained his intense eye contact with me as he pumped in and out of my tight sheath at just the right speed, and before long, I was crashing into an intense orgasm. As I came, keeping my eyes on the mirror, I caught Caleb roll his eyes back and flicker his lids shut for just a moment before snapping his gaze back on mine.
Desperately trying to keep my eyes open as directed, my body convulsed with waves of pleasure, and Caleb's hard thrusting picked up in pace. Without letting go of my hair, he gripped my hip harder, pulling me backward as he thrust forward, and I arched my back a little more to increase his depth. His grip on my hair tightened, and I knew he must be close to coming. I shifted my weight slightly onto one hand and used the other to rub at my clit, sending me crashing into a second earth-shattering orgasm while he thrust deep, unloading into me with a primal cry.
For a few moments, neither of us moved. We stayed where we were, bent over the bathroom sink, Caleb deep inside me while he rested his face on my back and we both caught our breath.
“Kitty…” He finally gasped and caught my gaze once more in the mirror. “I think you need another shower…” A laugh snorted out of me, and he slid out, leaving me feeling empty and badly looking forward to round two.
“I could go another shower,” I said breathlessly, turning to face him. “But only if you'll scrub my back…”
Smirking, he swept me up in his arms, startling a surprised squeak out of me as he carried me back over to the shower.
“I think I can probably manage that.” He grinned, then pressed an indulgent kiss on my mouth as he turned the shower back on.
29
That night, I slept curled in Caleb's strong grip and woke up feeling incredible. Completely in contrast to the weak, sick feeling of the night before, when I woke up in the cool light of the morning, my face pressed into Caleb's sculpted chest, it was as though I'd just spent a week in a meditation retreat or something.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” His sexy, sleep thickened voice rolled over me, and I raised my head to look at him.
“Hi.” I grinned. Oh fuck, this is awkward.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand then closing his arms around me in a hug.
“Um… is this weird?” I asked, chewing my lip nervously.
“Is what weird?” He frowned, blinking sleepily with his dark, almost black eyelashes framing clear emerald eyes that I just couldn't seem to get enough of looking at.
“This… us… you know…” I trailed off awkwardly, and a small grin played at his sexy mouth.
“No?” he blinked at me, all innocent, like he didn't know what I was getting at.
Asshole.
I growled in my throat, narrowing my eyes at him. “You know exactly what I mean, Caleb King. Is this weird?”
Grinning broadly now, he leaned forward and kissed me lightly. “You mean the fact that we had seriously hot sex last night, three times, when you're also sleeping with Cole and River?”
Blushing, I nodded and bit my lip again, but he pressed another kiss to my lips, slower this time and totally unhurried. My stomach fluttered in response, and my hand seemed to have a life of its own as it slid up to the back of his neck to pull him closer. My lips parted and he deepened the kiss, caressing my tongue with his, and I smothered the girly whimper that wanted to come out.
“Does it need to be weird?” he finally asked, pulling back from my lips with flushed cheeks. “It doesn't bother me to share you with my team. I know how you feel for them doesn't impact how you feel for me… so long as you don't let them take you away from me…”
“I couldn't even if I tried,” I muttered, sinking back into the pillow and smoothing my hand over the rough stubble of his cheek. “I don't know what's going on with me lately, but even if someone held a gun to my head and told me to choose, I couldn't do it. Maybe there's something magic related here?” It was a possibility I had been pondering on for a while, ever since learning my abilities really were magic, and not the product of a genetic experiment like I had always assumed. It just seemed so unlikely, so serendipitous that these gorgeous, dominant alpha males would all be so into me and all be okay to share.
Caleb shrugged. “If it is, I'm not complaining. Neither are the guys, as far as I know.”
“I suppose so long as you're all okay with it…” I murmured and gasped as he pulled me on top of him, his morning wood hot and hard beneath me.
“We are more than okay with it, Kitty Kat. Our team had a ridiculously close bond even before you, so this doesn't surprise me. What did surprise me though…” he trailed off as he smoothed his hands up my body to locate my breasts.
“Mmm?” I murmured, distracted as hell at the feeling of his hands on my skin. “What surprised you, Cal?”
“…was hearing that you made out with my brother.” His words killed the mood as easily as any bucket of ice water might, and I sat up sharply.
“He really didn't tell you?” I frowned down at Caleb from my position straddling him.
He shook his head and arched an eyebrow in question.
“Huh, maybe you should ask him about that then. But in my defense, I thought he was you.”
A wicked grin slid across Caleb's face. “Really? So, my dickhead twin robbed me of our first makeout session then?”
“I think we more than made up for it last night.” I smirked at him, running my hands up his amazingly sculpted chest.
“Hmm, are you sure? Maybe we should make out a little more, just in case…” His very tempting suggestion was interrupted by someone knocking on the bedroom door.
“Must be Wes,” I whispered. Wesley was the only one who would knock so politely.
The quick wink and naughty smile on Caleb's face were the only warnings I got before he called out, “Come in!”
With absolutely no time to grab a sheet or anything, the door opened wide, and Wesley gasped. Sitting as I was, totally naked and straddling Caleb's waist, there wasn't any mistaking what we had been up to.
For a very long moment, Wesley stood in the doorway staring at us, his eyes wide behind his square-framed glasses until Caleb snorted out a laugh.
“Something you needed, Wes?” he asked, casually raising his arms over his head and making it look like it was me who had pounced on him.
“Uh, yeah,” Wesley said, darting a quick look at Caleb then returning his stare to me. For the first time, he wasn't dodging his gaze away in embarrassment. Instead, his face had clouded with lust, and the flush to his cheeks seemed far more in the realm of sexual frustration rather than awkwardness. “Cole and his brother are getting into it again. I thought maybe Kit might need to intervene and work out what the hell is going on with them.”
Rolling my eyes, I groaned in annoyance. In our fuzzy morning-after haze, I had almost forgotten the drama waiting for me between Cole and Vali.