HARDER (10 page)

“Oh god, Caleb,” I exhaled and arched myself against him. “I want you inside me so bad I can’t stand it. Please…”

He pushed my skirt up and tore my panties from my body, tucking them into his jeans pocket. His white tee shirt was soaked through and I could see every muscle fully defined, illuminated by the light all around us. He was incredible.

He pushed my thighs apart and unzipped his jeans. His cock sprung out and my eyes widened in amazement.

It was huge. Double Rolland’s size easily.

“I don’t know…will it fit…” I said, my voice trailing off and my eyes locked on it.

“We’re meant to be,” he said and pulled me towards him. “Our bodies are made for each other, just relax and it will fit.”

I felt the tip of him prodding against my entrance; it became the only sensation that mattered to me. The wind and rain became secondary to the feeling of his body against mine.

“Tell me if it hurts,” he said against my mouth and kissed me as he pushed himself inside.

It did hurt, but it was a sweet ache of pleasure more than a sharp pain. I inhaled and moaned as he slid further. It felt like he kept going for miles, there was so much of him to give.

He finally bottomed out at the end of me and paused there, our bodies pulsing and throbbing against each other in the most intimate way possible

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned against my lips and pulled back. “Your pussy is perfect, Brooke. You’re perfect.”

“You are too…perfect for me,” I moaned softly as his tongue slipped against mine again, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. I couldn’t believe I’d ever felt complete without Caleb inside of me. His body fit so well inside of mine that it was like finding a part of me that had been missing. “Oh god,” I sighed and felt a huge wave of pleasure start to build somewhere deep in my core. Like the swelling of the tides, it was about to crest and crash down on me like nothing I’d ever felt.

Our bodies were soaked and the wind still blew around us, but the only place that mattered was where we connected. Where we joined together as one.

“Come for me, Brooke,” Caleb said and pulled back, looking me in the eyes with an intensity that made my body shudder and shake. I pushed against him and raked my fingers along his hips, trying to pull more of him into me. “Come on my dick, like that. Let me see your beautiful face, let me see you come.”

It was though I no longer controlled my own self. My body responded to his words and I felt almost like a passenger watching it happen.

Until the wave crested and I screamed his name in triumphant ecstasy, at that moment I felt every single cell in my body respond to him.

“Caleb,” I panted and thrashed, letting it all flow over me and through me, a flood of sizzling nerve endings and endless bliss, all at the end of Caleb Harder’s cock.

He stiffened up and thrust one last time. I felt his hot flood explode inside of me. He held me against his body and shuddered his final release just as the energy of my orgasm began to recede.

The rain and wind came back and I was suddenly very aware of our surroundings.

I’d fucked Caleb on the hood of his van in the middle of a storm in the middle of the woods.

And it had been so amazingly perfect I couldn’t have planned it like this, not in a million years.

“Brooke,” Caleb said as he softened and withdrew from me. He hooked his finger under my chin and tilted my face up to look at him. I could see raindrops clinging to his lashes like they didn’t want to let go and leave him.

“Yes?” I asked, slowly returning back to my own awareness.

“I love you,” he said with a thick, low voice. “I love you so fucking much I can’t live without you.”

“I love you too,” I said with so much emotion that it could hardly be contained. I laughed in joy and pulled him against me. He held me until the rain and wind could no longer be ignored.

“I need to get you back,” he told me and adjusted himself, doing up his jeans. “We still need to talk and I don’t want you to catch pneumonia the day I finally have you.”

“There’s so much to talk about,” I said, looking up at him and pulling my skirt down.

“But first, more fucking,” he laughed and lifted me in his arms and carried me to his truck. He opened the door and helped me inside where it was dry and warm. “We have a lifetime to talk, I need you twisting on the end of my cock long before we talk again.”

“Sounds good to me, perfect even,” I grinned and let him close the door.

In the moment it took for him to cross in front of the truck, gather my purse and keys from the van, lock it and get inside with me…I fell in love all over again.

I loved Caleb Harder and he loved me.

Now we just had to figure out how this was going to work.

T
he steam rose
off our bodies as we rushed into my apartment. We’d been soaked through and through, but we were so heated up that it was evaporating as we ran.

I tried to open the door but Caleb had his arms around me and was kissing the back of my neck, rendering me useless with my keys.

“I don’t want you to stop, but I need you to stop so I can get the key in the lock,” I giggled breathlessly.

“Let me,” he said and reached around me to help me open the door. My hands were almost numb from the cold, but the rest of me was hot from my desire.

His entire body pressed against mine and he fumbled with the keys, finally getting them in the lock and opening my door.

“I thought I was going to have to fuck you right here on your doorstep,” he said in my ear. “Not that I would have minded, but your neighbors might object.”

“Maybe not the creeper in 4E,” I laughed and we stumbled in, drunk on love and lust.

“Oh, let’s not give him a show,” Caleb smiled and looked me up and down. “This is all for me, and me alone.”

I shivered at his possessive comment; I loved how he seemed to be claiming me, wanting me, owning me.

“I can’t imagine being with anyone else,” I said and put my head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat. Ours seemed to be beating in time, further proof that we belonged together.

“I don’t know how I survived without you, Brooke,” he said and bent to kiss me. “My life was meaningless for so long, but you’ve brought everything into focus and made it good again.”

“I feel the same way,” I whispered and felt tears prickling my eyes at the emotion being shared between us.

He lifted me into his arms and carried me to my room, closed the door behind me and showed me how much I meant to him.

We fell asleep tangled in my sheets, the cold and loneliness driven from our bodies as love entered our hearts.

“
W
hat time is
Addy bringing Lucy home?” Caleb asked in the morning as we stepped out of the shower. He was drying himself off and I couldn’t help but stare at his incredible body.

“Late afternoon so we have some time to hang out naked if we want,” I winked and smacked his perfect butt.

“Oh, naked hey?” he laughed and grabbed my arms. He held me as I wriggled and tried to get away, but not that hard.

“I don’t think clothes and I get along when you’re in the room,” I laughed.

“I might be developing a little clothing allergy myself,” he said and pulled me against him.

We tumbled back into my bed and ended up where we had started before the shower.

I could see that being with Caleb Harder would mean many many days spent in bed, and I could see that I was completely okay with that.

We crawled out some time later simply because our stomachs were protesting so loudly. “I don’t know how much I have to eat,” I told him. “I mostly have school lunch and dinner things for the coming week.”

“I’ll take you out,” he said, “anywhere you want to go.”

“Is there really much of a choice in this town?”

“Good point. We could go to Virgie’s Diner.”

“Oh god, not on my day off.”

“Then we’ll go to my house and have my cook throw something together. I’ll text him now.”

“Is that okay?” I asked, remembering the encounter I’d had with his father.

“If it’s dear old dad you’re worried about, I’ll take care of him.”

I sighed and said, “I’m in then. I want to see your room later.”

“You’ll see anything you want,” he replied and raised his brow suggestively. I laughed as he sent our breakfast order to his cook and we headed downstairs to his truck. There was a note on the windshield from a local garage and towing company letting him know the van was in their shop and would be ready for pick up later that day.

“Wow, good service when your family owns most of the town,” I laughed.

“It does have its privileges,” he said but looked a little embarrassed.

“Was it tough growing up here?” I asked as he helped me into the passenger seat of his truck.

He walked around to his side and got in, started it and said, “What do you mean?”

“I mean you are obviously from the Harder family, the town’s named after them. You obviously have much more money than anyone else. How did kids treat you?”

“It was awkward at times, I will admit,” he said. “I never knew if people were my friends because they liked me or if they liked my money. Not that it always worked that way, my father was tight fisted with it when I was younger.”

“He didn’t give you an allowance or anything?”

“Nope, I was the richest kid in town but I had no money,” he said with a bitter laugh. “Imagine how popular that made me.”

He kept his eyes on the road as he drove but I could hear the pain in his voice. “I’m sorry,” I said and unbuckled my seatbelt, slid over, did it back up and sat next to him. I took his hand and offered whatever comfort I could.

“Thanks,” he replied. “It means a lot to be able to share it.”

I wanted to ask him whether or not he had shared it with his wife, but obviously couldn’t bring her up yet. I didn’t want to hurt or offend him.

“I’m glad we can talk,” I said, hating the huge thing I was keeping from him, Lucy’s father and the abuse I’d suffered. I didn’t know how to bring it up in casual conversation though, how did you drop something like that without killing the mood completely?

I knew I had to, for my own sake and for his. I didn’t want to keep anything from him and I felt like he deserved it after sharing with me his greatest tragedy.

I decided to wait until later, when we were comfortable and in a safe place. When I was in his arms.

Caleb drove up the familiar street towards his house but drove a little further to a driveway I’d never noticed. He pressed a button on his key ring and a metal gate with matching monograms scrolling across it slid open silently.

“Oh fancy,” I laughed as we drove up a tree-lined driveway that didn’t seem possible. I hadn’t realized how large the land behind the house really was.

“You’re getting in through the private entrance,” he said. “I have to say that’s a big deal. Nobody gets up this way.”

“I feel special,” I told him and tried to force my mouth closed, I wanted to gape at the manicured lawns and elaborate flowers and shrubs. I wanted to gasp when I saw the playful fountain with horse sculptures and the wide pool to the side of the yard. I spotted a tennis court through the trees, and what appeared to be a stable.

“You’re quiet,” he said. “This is all too ostentatious, isn’t it? I’ve often thought about moving to a smaller place in the country.”

“Have you lived here your whole life?”

“I have,” he said, “except for my time in school. I went to boarding school until graduation and then off to college for four years.”

“What about your family?” I asked.

“Anna loved the house. She was from a middle class family and had always admired my family.”

“You knew her for long?”

“I did,” he said, his face growing very serious. “She was a couple years behind me, just my friend’s kid sister but she loved me from day one.”

“That’s very special,” I replied. “I’m glad you two had some time together.”

“Me too,” he said. “It wasn’t long enough but it was perhaps the way life was meant to play out.”

“It’s funny how things change,” I said, thinking of my own life with Rolland.

He pulled up to a wide garage door, hit another button on his key ring and it opened, revealing a garage full of vehicles.

“You collect cars?” I asked, eyeballing the long line of them, everything from super fast Porches to practical SUVs.

“My father did,” he replied. “Ironic, isn’t it? He nearly lost his life in one of his favorites.”

“I’m sorry,” I said and watched as he pulled into his spot.

We hopped out and the house was mostly silent, both Tara and Caleb’s father nowhere in sight.

I followed him through to the kitchen where he grabbed a couple croissants and looked at me with a wicked grin.

“Are you sure you’re hungry now, or would you like to wolf one of these down and take a peek at my bedroom?”

I grabbed one of them, took a bite, swallowed and said, “Bedroom. Now.”

He laughed and took my hand, dragging me up the stairs to the second floor. I nibbled my pastry past alcoves of artwork, elaborate carved doors and painted family portraits.

At the end of the hall was his bedroom; he kicked the door open swept me inside, almost off my feet.

I gulped the last of my croissant and dove onto his bed, slid to the center and said, “I’m starving.”

I licked my lips and stared pointedly at him as he laughed and climbed onto the bed next to me.

“Damn, Brooke,” he said, “I’m always hungry when you’re in front of me.”

We rolled around a little but didn’t get naked, not then. He took me into his arms and held me close, stroked my hair and stared into my eyes.

“This feels like a dream sometimes,” I said. “I can’t believe it’s really happening, you know?”

“I know,” he said and kissed the top of my head. “I know it all too well.”

We were in each other’s arms when there was a loud banging at his door.

“Caleb, are you in there?” Tara yelled in panic from the other side.

“We are,” Caleb called back, “what’s up?”

“It’s your dad,” she wailed. “He’s gone missing!”

“Shit, not again,” Caleb said and bolted upright.

I joined him and asked, “What do we have to do?”

“Go look for him,” Caleb said with his own voice tinged in panic.