Safe with Me
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I can’t do this anymore!
I cry out as my body rocks and spasms against him. If it weren’t for his arm anchoring me to him, I would have fallen into the chair.
Finally, he begins to move, slowly, with measured strokes, and I cry out again at the incredible sensation of his velvet-like cock dragging against my pussy.
He kisses me deeply, claiming me, owning me, and then rests his forehead against my own as he begins to move faster and harder, pumping my clit with his pubis with every thrust.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Legs,” he whispers and clenches his eyes shut as he comes, grinding and pushing against me as he releases inside me.
I hug him to me and bury my face in his neck, absorbing the shudders and trembling of his body as his orgasm works through him.
He’s panting and sweaty, and clinging to me as though he’s afraid to lose contact with me.
I kiss his shoulder and maintain my hold on him, comforting him, loving him.
Tell him you love him!
But before I can say a word, he lifts me from the chair, still inside me, and carries me up the stairs.
“I’ve never been carried by anyone before you,” I murmur with a grin. “No one has ever been strong enough.”
“I’ll carry you anytime, sweetheart,” he whispers as he lowers me to the bed and lays me down on my back, hovering over me on shaky arms. “You are beautiful.”
I drag my fingers down his cheek and smile up at him. “Thank you.”
“For what?” He asks with a frown.
“For tonight. I know you were miserable, but you were there because I wanted to be there. Thank you for that.”
He shakes his head slightly and offers me a half smile, his sexy dimples flash and he whispers, “I think I would do just about anything for you.”
“You haven’t been yourself since the gym yesterday,” I whisper, enjoying the dark and the quiet with him. “Wanna talk about it?”
He sighs and settles next to me, watching our hands link and unlink and finally, he whispers, “I was worried about tonight.”
I stay quiet, just watching his face while he thinks and slowly relaxes, the muscles in his hard body finally releasing.
“I was afraid that one of two things, or both things, would happen. Either I’d have a panic attack in the middle of the concert or the whole damn experience tonight would trigger nightmares tonight, and I’m so fucking afraid of hurting you again.” His voice is no louder than a whisper.
I climb over him and wrap myself around him, clenching my arms and legs around him and burying my face in his neck.
“I’m right here, Caleb Montgomery, and the nightmares aren’t. Besides,” I murmur and raise my hips, allowing him to slide inside me again. “You don’t have nightmares when you’re with me, and I’m not done making love to you.”
“Is that so?” He asks with a soft grin and reverses our positions, tucking me under him. He begins to move slowly, braced on his elbows, staring down at me with bright blue eyes. He nuzzles my nose with his own and sighs softly as he slowly makes love to me.
“That’s so,” I confirm and moan when he shifts his hips to brush the tip of his cock over my G-spot. “I also plan to sleep naked tonight.”
“Best plan you’ve had all day, sweetheart,” he mutters.
Chapter Fifteen
Caleb’s phone is ringing. I’m flat on my back and he’s wrapped around me, clinging to me and breathing slow and steady, in a seemingly dreamless sleep.
Brynna – 1, Nightmares – 0.
“Caleb,” I nudge his shoulder and try to reach his phone, but it’s too far away. “Caleb, your phone.”
He rubs his face against my breast and then looks up at me with sleep eyes. “Huh?”
“Your phone is ringing, babe.”
He reaches for it and presses it to his ear, instantly awake and alert. “Montgomery.”
A man on the other end is speaking. Caleb moves from the bed, naked as the day he was born, and I prop my head on my hand to watch him pace beside the bed.
“Just tell me what’s going on,” he barks, but the line goes dead. “Fuck.”
“What’s wrong?” I ask and sit up, glancing over at the clock. It’s six in the morning.
“Matt’s on his way over. We need to get dressed.”
“What’s going on?” I ask and move from the bed, only to be caught up in Caleb’s arms and pulled against him.
“He wouldn’t say. He’ll be here in a few.” He hugs me close and buries his face in my hair, breathing deeply. “You smell amazing.”
I chuckle and kiss his chest before stepping away to pull on some clothes. Just as I pull my sweater over my head, there is a loud bang bang bang on the front door.
“That was fast,” I mutter with a smile.
“He was already on his way when he called.” Caleb pulls his jeans over his hips, grabs a shirt and flashes a grin at me before he turns and leaves the room. “Have I ever told you how fantastic you look first thing in the morning?”
“Uh, no.”
“Well you do.” He looks me up and down and then leaves me here in my bedroom, staring at the empty doorway.
I hear him answer the door and let Matt in, and I rush to pull on yoga pants and tie my hair up on top of my head. When I descend the stairs, Matt and Caleb are standing in the living room, Caleb with his arms folded over his massive chest, and Matt with his hands propped on his hips, both of them scowling.
I cry out as my body rocks and spasms against him. If it weren’t for his arm anchoring me to him, I would have fallen into the chair.
Finally, he begins to move, slowly, with measured strokes, and I cry out again at the incredible sensation of his velvet-like cock dragging against my pussy.
He kisses me deeply, claiming me, owning me, and then rests his forehead against my own as he begins to move faster and harder, pumping my clit with his pubis with every thrust.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Legs,” he whispers and clenches his eyes shut as he comes, grinding and pushing against me as he releases inside me.
I hug him to me and bury my face in his neck, absorbing the shudders and trembling of his body as his orgasm works through him.
He’s panting and sweaty, and clinging to me as though he’s afraid to lose contact with me.
I kiss his shoulder and maintain my hold on him, comforting him, loving him.
Tell him you love him!
But before I can say a word, he lifts me from the chair, still inside me, and carries me up the stairs.
“I’ve never been carried by anyone before you,” I murmur with a grin. “No one has ever been strong enough.”
“I’ll carry you anytime, sweetheart,” he whispers as he lowers me to the bed and lays me down on my back, hovering over me on shaky arms. “You are beautiful.”
I drag my fingers down his cheek and smile up at him. “Thank you.”
“For what?” He asks with a frown.
“For tonight. I know you were miserable, but you were there because I wanted to be there. Thank you for that.”
He shakes his head slightly and offers me a half smile, his sexy dimples flash and he whispers, “I think I would do just about anything for you.”
“You haven’t been yourself since the gym yesterday,” I whisper, enjoying the dark and the quiet with him. “Wanna talk about it?”
He sighs and settles next to me, watching our hands link and unlink and finally, he whispers, “I was worried about tonight.”
I stay quiet, just watching his face while he thinks and slowly relaxes, the muscles in his hard body finally releasing.
“I was afraid that one of two things, or both things, would happen. Either I’d have a panic attack in the middle of the concert or the whole damn experience tonight would trigger nightmares tonight, and I’m so fucking afraid of hurting you again.” His voice is no louder than a whisper.
I climb over him and wrap myself around him, clenching my arms and legs around him and burying my face in his neck.
“I’m right here, Caleb Montgomery, and the nightmares aren’t. Besides,” I murmur and raise my hips, allowing him to slide inside me again. “You don’t have nightmares when you’re with me, and I’m not done making love to you.”
“Is that so?” He asks with a soft grin and reverses our positions, tucking me under him. He begins to move slowly, braced on his elbows, staring down at me with bright blue eyes. He nuzzles my nose with his own and sighs softly as he slowly makes love to me.
“That’s so,” I confirm and moan when he shifts his hips to brush the tip of his cock over my G-spot. “I also plan to sleep naked tonight.”
“Best plan you’ve had all day, sweetheart,” he mutters.
Chapter Fifteen
Caleb’s phone is ringing. I’m flat on my back and he’s wrapped around me, clinging to me and breathing slow and steady, in a seemingly dreamless sleep.
Brynna – 1, Nightmares – 0.
“Caleb,” I nudge his shoulder and try to reach his phone, but it’s too far away. “Caleb, your phone.”
He rubs his face against my breast and then looks up at me with sleep eyes. “Huh?”
“Your phone is ringing, babe.”
He reaches for it and presses it to his ear, instantly awake and alert. “Montgomery.”
A man on the other end is speaking. Caleb moves from the bed, naked as the day he was born, and I prop my head on my hand to watch him pace beside the bed.
“Just tell me what’s going on,” he barks, but the line goes dead. “Fuck.”
“What’s wrong?” I ask and sit up, glancing over at the clock. It’s six in the morning.
“Matt’s on his way over. We need to get dressed.”
“What’s going on?” I ask and move from the bed, only to be caught up in Caleb’s arms and pulled against him.
“He wouldn’t say. He’ll be here in a few.” He hugs me close and buries his face in my hair, breathing deeply. “You smell amazing.”
I chuckle and kiss his chest before stepping away to pull on some clothes. Just as I pull my sweater over my head, there is a loud bang bang bang on the front door.
“That was fast,” I mutter with a smile.
“He was already on his way when he called.” Caleb pulls his jeans over his hips, grabs a shirt and flashes a grin at me before he turns and leaves the room. “Have I ever told you how fantastic you look first thing in the morning?”
“Uh, no.”
“Well you do.” He looks me up and down and then leaves me here in my bedroom, staring at the empty doorway.
I hear him answer the door and let Matt in, and I rush to pull on yoga pants and tie my hair up on top of my head. When I descend the stairs, Matt and Caleb are standing in the living room, Caleb with his arms folded over his massive chest, and Matt with his hands propped on his hips, both of them scowling.
