Page 66 of Another Last Call
“I’ve always wanted you,” I said, but my voice cracked painfully. “But this isn’t just a summer fling or something, Caleb. The bar is my whole life.”
“And you don’t think it’s mine now?” He took the beer from me and put it on the table next to his, taking my hand. “It is. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. We’ve been making some stupid rule that we can’t be together because, what, we work together? We own a business together? The Sea Glass isourplace, Mags. We can make whatever fucking rules we want, and I want to make a new rule.”
“What rule is that?” I asked, my voice shaking.
“The rule is that I’m going to tell you, every single day, that I love you. That I’m in love with you. That everything I do is for, because of, and dedicated toyou. Because I want you. I always have, I always will, and even though you tell me I can’t always get what I want, this is one of those ‘wants’ that I will fight to have.” His throat flexed as he swallowed. “I like that rule better than the one where I don’t get to be with you.”
There were probably a lot of reasons for us not to be together. But just then, with Caleb standing in front of me, holding my hand and telling me he loved me and asking why we had to deny ourselves what we both wanted, I couldn’t think of any.
So instead, I kissed him.
He dropped the hand he was holding, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me in close. Warm rushes of relief poured through my body, and when I stopped to take a breath, I looked up at him.
“I love you too, Caleb.”
Having said the words, I knew they were true. Caleb grinned and brought his face to mine again, and as we kissed, I felt more at home than I ever had in my life.
Thirty-Four
Maggie
Thelastwarmraysof the sun glowed on our skin as it set across the lake. Caleb put a gentle hand on my cheek, his thumb caressing it as he explored my mouth with a tenderness we had both been missing. Anger and frustration had fueled our trysts over the summer. With the admission that we wanted to be together, we had replaced those emotions. There had always been passion, but now there was an exciting kind of affection making my heart race.
I let my fingertips trail up Caleb’s neck and into his thick hair, where I lightly dragged them along his scalp. He shivered against me, pressing his body closer to mine. Already I could feel his cock thickening, a gentle prodding against my pussy.
My body was responding, too. Under the thin lace of my bra, my nipples were hardening, and the warmth between my legs would soon be a dripping mess of arousal. Caleb ran his hands down my sides, tracing the curve of my waist and hips, and I sighed against his mouth as he brought them up to my breasts.
I wasn’t used to Caleb like this anymore. I was used to hair pulling, spanking, and urgent fucking. The softness of his touch was driving me crazy in a way I hadn’t expected and couldn’t get enough of. He cupped my breast through my shirt and bra, skimming his fingers across the underside of my breast and up to my nipple. He circled the hardened nub, tantalizing me as I continued to play with his hair.
The world around us was darkening, turning the sky a deep blue as the sun finally sank below the horizon. The surrounding air began to cool, but Caleb’s hands were leaving trails of warmth on my body, and the feel of his cock coming to attention against me added to the fire in my core. I pulled at his shirt, eager to remove it from him and feel the heat of his skin.
He helped me lift it over his head, tossing the fabric to the ground. As he moved to wrap his arms back around me and kiss me again, I stopped him.
“Go sit there,” I directed, pointing at the lounger.
He nodded and moved onto it, leaning against the back as his legs stretched along the striped cushion. I stood at the edge of the lounger, and once he was settled, took off my shirt.
Caleb watched me undress with his lips parted and his eyes wide. My shirt followed his to the ground, and I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them off while he looked on. Once I was down to just my bra and panties, I moved onto the lounger, straddling Caleb as I pulled myself close to him.
“Mags,” he breathed, his hands tracing the same patterns they had earlier, only against the bare skin of my waist and sides and hips. “It kills me how fucking beautiful you are.”
“It better not,” I said. “You’re no good to me dead.”
The corners of his eyes crinkled as he laughed. Then he began to worship me, kissing and caressing and every spot on my body that he said was so beautiful or perfect or amazing that it was going to end him. He kissed my neck and shoulders, traced my tattoos with his tongue, and brought my hand to his mouth so he could kiss each of my fingertips.
When he got to my breasts, I moaned softly. His fingers slid between my cleavage as he whispered sweet nothings, then he went quiet as his mouth found my nipple through the thin, lacy fabric. I couldn’t help but push against him, the barrier of the fabric adding a delicious friction against my sensitive nipple. His thumb brushed over the other one, and then he was reaching behind me to fiddle with the clasp.
For the first time, Caleb was able to unhook my bra.
“Yes!” he exclaimed as the band came apart, and I laughed as he pulled the straps down my arms and threw it unceremoniously to the side.
He continued his list of things as he touched me, his hands rubbing my sides and back, flitting over my stomach and belly button. Beneath me, his cock twitched, and I was sure his jeans were restricting him painfully.
I slid back on his lap, my ass resting just above his knees. He watched as I fiddled with his belt and unbuttoned the jeans, tilting his head back and sighing as I slid his straining erection out of his jeans. Bringing the elastic of his boxers down, I licked my lips as I released him.
He groaned as I wrapped my fingers around him. The smooth skin of his cock was hot, and pre-cum already leaked from his swollen tip. Caleb’s eyes closed as he leaned back on the lounger, but he opened them a moment later when I stroked his cock. His hand inched forward and found its mark between my legs.
Unlike weeks prior, he wasn’t trying to tease me. He slid into the waistband of my panties, immediately finding my tender clit and swiping his fingers over it. I gasped and my eyelids fluttered as he worked his fingers at the same speed I was stroking his cock.
