“Fuck it!” She turns back to me, her face furious, and then shakes her head, unlocks the door and steps inside. “It’s fine. I need a shower. Stay away from me for a while, Caleb.”

She disappears inside. I know I should chase after her, but I need a break. I take a deep breath of the crisp winter air and walk around the house, satisfied when all seems normal, and then go inside. I make my way around the house, checking locks and windows, and work my way upstairs. The girls’ room is quiet and too still without them in their beds.

They’ve been gone for five damn hours and I already miss them.

What are they all doing to me?

Entering into the master bedroom, I can hear the shower running in the bathroom, and am surprised to hear Brynna singing.

I walk silently to the doorway and lean my shoulder against the jam, cross my arms and listen to her sweet, slightly off-key voice. The shower has glass doors, gone foggy from the steamy shower. I can see her body through the blurry glass, see her lean back and let the water run over her hair, her ass and breasts pushed out, and my dick is officially the hardest it’s ever been in my life.

“I hate to break it to you babe, but I’m not drowning. There’s no one here to save.”

Oh, sweetheart. Someone is definitely drowning.

Me.

Chapter Five

~Brynna~

What is wrong with him?

What is wrong with me?

I just don’t buy the whole, “You’re too close to my family and I have to protect you” line he keeps giving me.

If he doesn’t want me, he needs to just grow a pair and say so. I don’t need his pity orgasms.

As I finish shaving one leg, I pause and stare at the tile.

Is that what it was in Luke’s office? A pity orgasm? ‘Cause if that’s the case, I just want the floor to open up and swallow me whole.

Finishing the other leg, I rinse and lean back to wash my hair, absentmindedly humming.

Maybe I should just insist that he go. I can protect the girls, and I’m sure I could go stay with my parents if need be.

Although, if we really are in danger, I will do whatever it takes to make sure the danger stays as far away from them as possible.

Maybe Matt would come stay.

Just as I rinse the last of the soap from my hair, the glass door to the shower is flung open, and I’m pushed against the tile, Caleb pressed against me, still dressed.

He holds my face in his hands, panting, eyes on fire and looks like he’s waging his own private war inside.

It tears my heart out.

“Caleb,” I murmur and run my fingers through his hair as he slowly closes his eyes. “You’re getting wet.”

“Don’t care.” He leans his forehead against mine, his hands glide from my face to my shoulders and down to cup my breasts, his thumbs brush over my nipples and I moan long and low.

“You’re confusing me,” I whisper and tilt my head back as his teeth scrape along my neck.

“Me too,” he whispers back, then plants his lips on my ear and whispers, “but I want you, Brynna. I can’t stop it.”

“Stop trying,” I urge him and try to tug the heavy, wet t-shirt off his back but he suddenly drops to his knees and pulls my leg up over his shoulder. I gasp and lean one hand against the adjacent wall to steady myself.

“Can’t get enough of this,” he murmurs against me and suddenly that talented mouth is sucking and pulling at my center and the world explodes in stars.

“Who knew that could feel so damn good?”

He stops and looks up at me, his face wet and dripping and incredulous.

“No one has ever done this to you before?”

I bite my lip and shake my head shyly.

His eyes clench closed and when he opens them, they’re focused on my pussy.

“Your pussy is so beautiful, Bryn. I can’t stop licking it.” And just like that he leans in and runs his tongue from between my labia, up over my clit and back down again. “You are delicious.”

“I want to taste you,” I mutter and reach for him, but he pulls my hands into his and pins them to the wall at my hips.

“Later.”

“Caleb,” I pout, and feel him grin against my center.

“You can taste me later.” He kisses my inner thigh, leaving bite marks as he does. “Love your legs. You have the longest fucking legs I’ve ever seen.”

“Too long,” I mutter and squeal when he sucks my clit into his mouth.

“Perfect,” he corrects me and kisses up my body to my nipples, pulling and worshiping them with his tongue. “And Sam’s right you know. You have amazing tits.”

My giggle turns into a groan when he sinks a finger into me, my leg still propped on his forearm, keeping me open wide to him.

If he doesn’t fuck me soon, I will lose my damn mind.

“Take your clothes off,” I demand, but am met with deaf ears as he continues to assault my pussy with his hand and my breasts with his mouth. A warm pressure sets up camp at the base of my spine as I feel the orgasm build, just like it did earlier in Luke’s office.

I’ve never had an orgasm like that in my life.

“Oh damn,” I moan and thrust my pelvis harder against his hand. “Caleb!”

“Yes, baby, give it up.”

I come apart as he sucks a nipple into his mouth hard and presses a second finger in to join the first. The only thing I hear is the pounding of my heart in my ears and the rush of blood leaving my head. We are both panting and needy, clinging onto each other.