37. Chapter 37

Chapter thirty-seven

Juliette

I'm outside. The text flipped my insides.

This is what I should have done… I should have texted him immediately to go away. I should have told him we could get caught, that it was too risky, that he was crazy if he thought I was going to meet him in the backyard.

Instead, I was tiptoeing past Kelsey's room at two in the morning, running down the stairs and grinning like a fool when I saw Caleb's stupid grin through the glass door to my yard.

"Go home," I hissed.

Caleb yanked me onto the deck and around the corner. He pushed me against the hard brick and caged me in, invading my senses with that damned cologne. "Shut up and kiss me," Caleb whispered before silencing any protest I might have faked.

"We're going to get caught," I said between kisses, as his hand slipped under my shirt to my breasts.

"Not if you're really quiet."

"We're getting reckless."

His lips traveled to my ear, "Shhh," his breath hot on my neck, "Just this one time."

I reached between us and guided him to my slit. Caleb growled into my ear and the delicious feel of him inside me had my head rolling back onto the brick wall. "Did you remove your panties just for me?"

"I don't wear them to bed."

"Don't tell me that, Juliette, or I'll come over every night."

"Shh," I clamped a hand over his mouth.

The clanging sound of trash cans hitting into one another startled us, we froze, his cock still inside me, my leg wrapped around him, his wonderfully strong hand gripping my ass. A cat darted past us. "Fuck, I thought we were busted," Caleb laughed, pressing his forehead to mine.

"Heart attack." We laughed away the panic. I tightened around him and stifled my moan against his lips, urging him to start again.

"I'm addicted to you." His whisper tickled my ear and rippled to my core. I tightened around him again, increasing the friction between us. He pulled out right to the tip and thrust in hard. The sound of his breath in my ear was erotic, and thrilling, and intimate in a way that made my body hum. "Did you think I was going to get a picture of you like that, find out you wore it the whole time we were at dinner, and wait for tomorrow?" He pulled all the way out and slammed into me. Caleb speared his fingers through my hair and pushed my lips into his neck, quieting my moan. I bit down on the sensitive skin. "We're past sexting, Juliette," he groaned. His breath shaking with the effort to stay quiet.

"Shhh," I warned, pushing my hands down the waistband of his sweats and grabbing handfuls of his ass. Fuck, I loved the feel of it flexing as he thrust into me.

Caleb lifted me off the ground so that with my legs wrapped around him, he was deeper. Our breathing labored, little gasps and slowed releases in a fruitless attempt to be quiet. I grew impatient, throbbing for more. Harder. Faster. Deeper. I wanted more. I always wanted more of him. "Caleb. Give it to me." I whispered, demanded.

Caleb pulled out and I yelped in protest. He dropped me to the ground and turned me, pinning my hand to the wall, his fingers laced with mine. I arched my back out to him, coming onto my toes to match his height. He drove into me and covered my mouth with his other hand.

"Take it," he stilled behind me, and I pushed against the wall back into him, driving him deeper. Caleb unlaced our fingers and slipped them into my shorts. I was so wet that his fingers slipped down my pussy and touched the place where his cock slid in and out of me. He chuckled and nibbled on my ear. "I'm so close."

His voice lilted upwards, and his little moan excited me. I could tell he was holding on, for me, urging me towards orgasm with his fingers. I shook my head free of his grip on my jaw and turned to whisper in his ear. I wanted to see him break, lose control, come for me before he was ready. "Do you want me to make it tight for you?" I asked wickedly, pulsing around him and closing my eyes against the pleasure it gave me in return.

He held his breath and released it slowly. "Yes," he replied against my nape. "No."

My knees were trembling, struggling to keep me up as we both stood at the precipice of our orgasm. I replaced his fingers with mine, circling faster, pushing myself to orgasm with him. I wanted to feel myself come with him. Caleb pressed his palm to my lower belly and a strangely intense sensation accompanied the brutal pounding of his cock inside of me.

We shuddered, stifling our orgasm any way we could. I loved the way he panted in my ear, fought for the silence. Held his breath and pressed me back into him so hard it was like he was trying to mold us into one. I bit my arm, still braced against the wall to quiet myself, to absorb the shockwaves of pleasure that were so powerful they almost hurt. "I love the feel of you inside me, Caleb." I whispered as quietly as I could manage, while he slowed behind me and gripped my hips, ran his hands down my thighs, kissed my neck and told me I was beautiful.

"I love everything about you," he whispered back. The words danced on my neck and traveled down my spine, spreading a warmth throughout my ribcage. I turned my head to see him. But the darkness concealed his expression from me. We adjusted ourselves and I turned to face him, catching the sweetness of his smile with my kiss.

"You are a bad idea, but I love everything about you, too," I admitted.

"Breaking news, we might not be the best decision makers."

"It's a pattern."

"Only with you." Caleb stroked my sides lazily.

"Go home. We are not as stealthy as we thought."

He playfully spanked my ass and I did the same. He pecked my lips and I turned towards the door. Caleb caught my waist and pulled me back into his arms. It was different, that kiss. It wasn't lustful or playful even. It was tender and warm and full of a longing that I felt on a cellular level .

It scared me, how I felt for him. How he felt for me. Caleb's hands framed my face and it was in the way his shoulders lifted to his ears, his breath shallow and smile wide.

We'd fucked up and fallen in love, he and I.

Stumbled and crossed over the line that separates lust from love. All while giggling into each other's lips under a crescent moon and the pretense that this urgency was normal. It felt like first love, that kiss. So, I clung to that, soaked it up like the watercolor sunrise over an island of uncertainty. To his biceps and joy. I clung to the reckless beating in my veins and his pulse under my fingertips.

We might have been able to turn back, before. I could have stopped this after that first time—I didn't even try. I guess I wasn't cold enough to freeze over the spark between us, the flame that grew and set ablaze a piece of me I cast away years ago.