Chapter 6

Shana

I lay there panting, barely aware of anything but how amazing I feel. Holy crap. Shimmers of pleasure still course through my entire body as Caleb rolls off of me and then hugs me tight against him.

I never expected this. When I decided to sell my virginity to the highest bidder, I never imagined that I would end up with Caleb. My forever crush.

I'm shocked by how good it felt. Pure animal lust that strong has never hit me before, probably why I'm still a virgin at twenty-one. Was a virgin. I turn into his shoulder to hide my smile. He's going to be so smug now, probably until the end of our lives.

He rubs my shoulder and drops a kiss on my head. "How'd that go for you, Shana?" he asks.

His smooth, southern drawl flows over me like honey, and I can't help but feel a familiar excitement tingling in my belly. It's getting me fired up again. But how? This is Caleb. I never thought he felt this way about me.

Of course, I always recognized how hot he is. Women are always throwing themselves at him, practically getting into fights to get a chance at his attention. But he's my very best friend, and I never wanted him to think of me as one of those desperate girls.

It seems like I might be one of them now, after he took me to such soaring heights. My whole body still feels warm and gooey, and even as I remember the sounds I made; I can't bring myself to feel embarrassed. I tip up my chin to sneak a peek at his face. His hand is still trailing idly up and down my arm, and my breasts are pressed against his firm chest.

His eyes are closed and his brow is slightly furrowed, the way he does when he's deep in thought. I study him long enough for him to be aware of my scrutiny, but he doesn't open his eyes. My euphoria begins to fade away.

Does he regret what he did to save me? How could he not? I certainly can't repay him for ruining his life. Maybe he's just feeling awkward and wishing he'd never let me throw myself at him in my extreme gratitude. Well, more than gratitude. I wanted the hell out of the man.

Should I tell him that? Or maybe I should just tell him we never have to speak of this again if that's what he wants. Things might never get back to normal, but I'd rather die than lose his friendship, so I'll do whatever it takes to keep things from getting too awkward.

Though, how can they be more awkward than they're fast becoming? I've never thought long silences between us could be so uncomfortable, but I need to say something, and fast.

Before I can think of what to say, his phone rings, giving me at least a brief reprieve. He reaches for it to see who's calling and sits up, giving me a stricken look. He silently holds it out—so I can see it's his partner—as if even speaking aloud right now would let Leo know where he's at.

"Don't answer it," I plead, about to start demanding.

He rolls his eyes at me. "I can't hide forever, Shana."

"Why not," I say. "You're a genius with computers. I've never known something broken that you can't fix. We can take my auction winnings and go somewhere. Start over."

As I blurt out my ridiculous plan, I realize I like the idea of it. The idea of it just being him and me.

Now he looks sad, and it hurts my chest, almost as much as when his father died when we were in tenth grade—the only time I ever saw him cry. He looks very close to that again, and it's all because of me.

"You'd be fine with never seeing your nieces again? Or your parents or your sister? What about Tammy?" he asks, mentioning my other friend. But not my best friend. That's Caleb, and I've ruined his life.

"I don't care," I say. "I'll find a way to get in touch with them, and Leo can't stay mad forever."

He snickers, shaking his head as he reaches to push a strand of hair behind my ear. "Yes, he can, and he will if I don't face the music." When I open my mouth to argue, he leans over and silences me with a kiss. "You say I can fix anything? This is the only way this gets fixed, Shana."

He pulls away and his finger hovers over his phone, about to call Leo back. There's no more arguing with him, at least not now, but I snatch his phone out of his hand and chuck it across the room. It lands with a dull thud near the old, rusty luggage rack.

"What in the—"

I cut off his yelp by pressing my lips back to his, teasing them with my tongue in the way he did to drive me wild. Pushing him backward onto the bed, I clamor on top of him, rubbing against his already stiff cock. It makes my blood heat to know he wants me as much as I want him, and I plant my hands on his chest as I look down at him.

"We'll figure something out," I say, closing my eyes as I wriggle my aching pussy against his big, hard cock. I want him again, so badly I can't think about anything else. "Just not now."

"Fair enough," he says, tossing me onto my back as if I'm little more than a rag doll.

I shove against his chest and duck down before he can pin me to the bed. "You tasted me," I tell him. "Now it's my turn."

More than anything I want a closeup inspection of his glorious cock, and when his eyes nearly roll back in his head at my demand, it just drives me on. As much as I love what he does to me, and I definitely love it, I also want to please him.

A moment of shyness comes over me when my lips are inches away from that thick shaft, but I push it back when I see a bead of pre-cum on the velvety tip. My mouth waters and I flick out my tongue, tentatively licking it away. His groan and his fingers tightening in my hair tell me I'm off to a good start. I grip the base of the huge thing as I wrap my lips around him, taking his pulsing cock as deep into my mouth as I can. Slowly and carefully, I drag my teeth back up and his thigh muscles shake. He's loving this and so am I. Every last second.

"You like it, too," I say, sucking harder this time. Only half of his throbbing cock fits in my mouth, but I keep trying to gulp him down.

"Yes," he grits out. "Oh, hell, yes."

"I've never sucked any man's cock before," I say, before sliding my tongue in circles. "My mouth is a virgin too, Caleb."

His hand grips my hair almost painfully, but I love it. Love making him lose control. "God, Shana," he says. "You're going to kill me."

"Not until you come down my throat," I tell him boldly, shocking even myself. But I want it. I want everything he can give me.

He goes still as I take him deep in my mouth, and then he pulls me away. My mouth releases him with a pop before he flips me into my back again. He's between my legs, spreading them wide and, before I can blink, that big cock is pressed tightly in his fist as he pushes it inside me.

"Not when your pussy is right here, just begging for me to come inside you," he says. "Tell me how bad you want me to come inside your tight little hole, Shana."

I can feel that delicious sensation cresting again, ready to take me away so I can't think at all. I nod, struggling to hang on as he pounds away, deep inside me, stretching and filling my pussy with his huge cock.

"That's exactly what I want," I gasp.

Just when I think he'll split me in two, he reaches his hand between our bodies and finds my swollen, aching nub. He gives me the sweet relief seconds before he roars, slamming deep until he has nothing left to give. All I can do is hang on and enjoy the ride.

I keep my arms locked around his shoulders until he rolls to the side, taking me with him. His spent cock slides out of me, but I have a feeling it won't be long before he fills me again. I'm already addicted to this. I just need a minute or two to catch my breath.

Slinging my leg over his hip, I rest my head on his chest, barely able to keep my eyes open. My whole body relaxes and I give into the sensation of floating on a cloud while he gently strokes my arm until I'm fast asleep.