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“Language, Ms. Stevens,” Principal Twillings shouted.
“Bite me, Twill. Come on, Cal.”
Cal smiled and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on my lips.
“Boo,” Mrs. Adams shouted. “You call that a kiss?”
I laughed and Cal used the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss until my knees threatened to give out. He pulled back but leaned his forehead on mine as the neighbors cheered. I laughed. Only in Peace Falls. Sure, a crowd might have clapped for us in DC, but here I knew each and every person was cheering because they wanted to see us together long after this moment. They didn’t think it was unbelievable that a man like Cal would want a woman like me, which meant the fear was mine alone. Skye ran circles around our feet, wrapping our legs in the leash like she was trying to keep us together. Cal placed a soft kiss on my forehead and bent to catch her.
“Come here,” he said, grabbing Skye’s collar and unhooking it from the leash. He looked up at me and smiled. “We don’t want Rowan to fall, unless it’s for us.”
I wanted to tell him I already had. But part of me still didn’t trust his words. I knew, without a doubt, that if I gave my whole heart to Caleb, I’d never get it back.
He untangled the leash from around our feet before snapping it back to Skye’s collar and standing. “What do you think about skipping the walk and taking Twill’s advice?”
I looked at everyone watching us. “I think the entire street would tease me for months.”
He smiled and leaned in to whisper in my ear. “Not if we go to Maple and cut through my backyard.”
I nodded, and he gripped my hand. We set off toward Broad Street at a much faster pace. Someone booed behind us, and I stifled a laugh. By the time we circled around to Cal’s back yard, the only person to see us sneak inside was Principal Twillings. He had the decency not to shout anything, but he laughed behind the paper he pretended to read.
Skye huffed when she realized her walk had been cut short.
“Sorry, girl,” Cal said, unclipping Skye’s leash in the mud room and tossing treats on the floor as he pulled me toward the kitchen.
As soon as the mudroom door shut behind us, his mouth crashed to mine. Then he jumped back, his eyes dark, chest heaving. “Walk to the bedroom, Rowan,” he gritted out with his hands balled at his sides. “If I touch you again, I’m going to fuck you right here.”
“What’s wrong with that?” I kicked off my sneakers, ripped off my shirt, and shimmied out of my leggings.
Cal closed his eyes and banged his head against the wall. “I promise to take you against any surface you want later, but right now I’d like to make love to you.”
“Oh,” I said.
He opened his eyes, and I caught a glimpse of something fragile. I reached for him, and he took my hand, bringing it to his lips before he laced his fingers with mine and lead me to his bedroom. When we reached the edge of the bed, he started by trailing a line of kisses down my neck to my breasts.
“Caleb,” I breathed, while he unhooked my bra. “I’m practically naked and you’re fully dressed.”
He stepped back and pulled his scrub top off in one swift motion. I ran my hands across his broad shoulders and down the sculpted muscles of his chest before sliding his pants and boxers down his legs. I followed them to the floor.
His thick cock bobbed free, and I wet my lips.
“Don’t even think about it,” he said, tugging me to my feet past his impressive erection.
“You want me to file that for later with the kitchen sex,” I said, smirking.
That’s when he snapped. He gripped my face and kissed me so hard my knees gave out. He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, desperate to feel every inch of his skin against mine. He tossed me on the bed and climbed up my body, sinking into me in one thrust. I closed my eyes and moaned, but he stilled.
“Look at me,” he softly.
I opened my eyes and found his warm brown ones staring down at me. He wove our fingers together, and with a small smile, pulled away before rocking into me slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. The way he looked at me with such intense sweetness made me tighten around him. I arched closer, my body begging for more friction. He groaned and began to piston his hips, the rhythm brutal as we raced toward release. My orgasm ripped through me, powerful and fast. I cried out, riding wave after wave of pleasure, as he shouted my name and came.
He kissed me gently on the forehead and groaned. “That wasn’t what I had in mind.”
“No,” I said, running my hands along his muscular arms. “It was better.”
He smiled. “I’ve never done that before.”
I laughed. “You and I both know that’s not true.”
