One Step Closer(82)

After that there was no more talking. Heavy breathing and soft moans filled the silence as Caleb rekindled the ache deep inside Wren again until she was writhing beneath him. When he finally let himself take her and thrust deep into her body, he began moving inside her, filling her over and over again until he thought he’d die with pleasure. It was as eloquent and real, as absolute and as amazing as he remembered. Even more. This time, he vowed it would be forever.

They made tender and mad love all night, as Caleb poured all of the love and desire he’d been holding on to for years, into Wren. As the purple night turned into a pink and red dawn, Wren owned more than just his body. Being with Wren was much more than physical bliss and they worshiped each other over and over again. No one could ever know him or be as close to him as she was. They belonged together and deep down, he’d always known it.

They had a lot to talk about, the will to be dealt with, plans to be made, and lives to be changed, but Caleb’s world was finally right.

Caleb knew he’d exhausted her, and yet he still wanted more. He smiled to himself as he quickly threw on his clothes. Wren had fallen asleep, but he could see that she was cold; especially now that he wasn’t lying next to her to keep her warm.

Caleb covered her in a big towel, then gently lifted Wren’s sleeping form into his arms before he carried her inside and up to her room. She sighed in contentment as he brought the thick comforter around her. He couldn’t bear to leave her and decided to crawl in bed beside her.

After the evening they’d shared, there would be no harm in staying with her. Instinctively, Wren snuggled close into his side and he enfolded her in his strong arms. A happy smile slid across his mouth. Life couldn’t get any better than this, he decided as he started to fall into a blissful sleep.

No matter what happened; Caleb swore he’d never let anyone or anything come between he and Wren again. Not ever again.





RAP! RAP! RAP! RAP!


Wren was startled out of a sound sleep by the sound of someone knocking on her door. She lifted a hand to her forehead and struggled to open her eyes. Blinking, her room came into focus, disorientation making her pause.

Caleb must have carried her into the house in the early morning. Love welled up inside her when she thought of the night before. She felt giddy and wanted to pinch herself. A small, satisfied smile curved her lips.

When the hard knocking interrupted her thoughts, Wren scrambled from the bed. The soreness in her muscles was a sweet testament to the full evening of love play with Caleb. When she jumped from the bed, she stopped and looked down at her body. She was completely naked and she almost laughed out loud because she was about to expose herself to whoever was waiting in the hall. She grabbed a large white towel from her bathroom and wrapped it around herself.

“Wren, dear! Are you awake? It’s after nine and the funeral is at eleven,” Jonesy’s voice came through the closed door.

“Oh, Crap,” Wren muttered as she hurried to the door to open it.

Jonesy was already dressed in a simple black dress that fell well below her knees and had three quarter length sleeves. She was carrying a wooden breakfast tray with a glass of orange juice, a cup of steaming coffee and a small plate of buttered toast. Wren motioned her to come in.

“I overslept,” she stated the obvious and picked up the orange juice. She was thirsty and drank the whole thing down before setting it back on the tray that Jonesy had placed on the end of her bed. “Thank you, Jonesy. That was sweet of you.”

“I guess so.” Jonesy’s eyebrow shot up, taking in Wren’s sweat pants and shirt.

Wren nodded and went into the bathroom to turn on the shower. She glanced in the mirror wondering if Jonesy would be able to read what had happened the night before by just looking at her. Her lips were fuller; swollen from the hours upon hours of kissing. Her skin flushed at the memory and she wiped at the lower one with her fingers. Her hair was a mess, but her skin was clear. She was afraid that the stubble on Caleb’s chin may have marred it, but she could find no ill effect. The only outward sign was waking up without any clothes on. It was a good thing Jonesy knocked and didn’t just barge in. Like Macy made a habit of, she thought with disdain. Macy.

Shit. Wren cringed.

As the water temperature warmed, she ran a quick brush through her tangled hair then dropped the towel. When she stepped into the shower she immediately soaked her hair and reached for her shampoo. She wanted to hurry and get to the church early enough to speak to Caleb.

“Has Caleb already left?” Wren elevated her voice just enough so her words carried into the other room. The bathroom door was open and Jonesy was still waiting in the bedroom. Despite the water running, Wren knew they’d be able to talk if they both spoke loudly.

“Yes. He was up early. Obviously he has a lot on his mind, because he was in the kitchen dressed and making coffee by the time I got up. I wanted to fix him a nice breakfast, but he said he wasn’t hungry. He seemed very preoccupied.”

“He has a lot on his mind.” Wren knew Caleb wasn’t looking forward to this day, plus she wanted to know if Macy had gone with him, but she didn’t want to ask. Did last night change anything between Macy and Caleb? She had a slight twinge of guilt but quickly pushed it down. Caleb was hers, first, and last night was magical. She wouldn’t feel guilty about it.

Maybe Jonesy’s lack of mention of Macy meant he’d left without her. The downside was that if he didn’t, it would mean that she would most likely ride with her and Jonesy to the church for the funeral.