Just One Year(70)

Wow. “I promise I will.”

When I started to clean up, Poppy shooed me away.

“You go rest. I’ve got this. You’ll have plenty of time to help over the next six months.” She winked.

Caleb took me by the hand and led me to his room, which was thankfully on the opposite side of the house from his mother’s bedroom. That would make things a little less awkward.

The décor in Caleb’s room was simple, and it was clean. Like in his room back in Boston, he had workout equipment lying around. The window that overlooked the street was cracked open. The bed was full-sized with a gray blanket on top, and a burgundy throw rug lay on the floor.

Caleb sat down on his bed and gestured for me to come toward him. He buried his face in my abdomen, kissing softly over my shirt before lifting it off of me and returning his mouth to the bare skin of my stomach.

“I’ve missed this body so much.” The feel of his words vibrating against my skin sent shockwaves through me.

Looking down at the massive bulge straining in his jeans, I felt the muscles between my legs twitch in anticipation. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside of me again.

Caleb continued to slowly undress me, taking his time as much as I wanted him to hurry.

“We need to be very quiet,” he whispered.

The last thing I wanted was his mother to hear us having sex. It was bad enough she knew damn well what was going on in here. But nothing could have stopped me from needing to have him right now.

When Caleb lowered my pants, he noticed my lacy underwear. He’d never seen me in something like that, but I’d bought them in case I ended up in this very situation upon arrival.

“Fuck, Teagan. Are you trying to kill me right here and now with these knickers?”

He sat on the edge of the bed and unbuckled his pants before pulling them off, along with his underwear. His beautiful, hard cock sprung free. It glistened at the tip, so ready. I had the urge to lick it, so I knelt and took him into my mouth.

Caleb let out the sound of starvation being satisfied, a low, sexy groan. “Fuuuuck,” he added after a moment. “You need to stop that.”

I knew if I continued, he would come, so I let him go, because I really needed him inside of me.

I marveled at his perfect body, which was even more carved than before. I still couldn’t believe he was mine. When I’d first met Caleb, he’d seemed so out of my league, the idea of being with him like a dream.

He flipped me around and rested his weight over me. We’d had sex several different ways in the past, but Caleb seemed to like being dominant, which made that my favorite position, too.

He spread my legs and pushed inside of me slowly until he was balls deep.

The sound I made must have been a little too loud, because he placed his mouth over mine. “Shh, baby. Shhh.”

“Sorry,” I whispered.

Caleb began to move slowly. It was intense, and I could tell he wanted to move faster and harder, but the bed would most definitely have made too much noise. Having to hold back was excruciating. With every thrust into me, I wanted him more and more, harder and harder. After I started to grind my hips a certain way, Caleb lost control.

“Shit,” he groaned, and I felt his warm cum spill inside of me. “Christ. I love you, Teagan. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” I said as an orgasm ripped through me.

It was the first time he’d told me he loved me in person, and with that, I knew I was exactly where I needed to be.





CHAPTER THIRTY




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CALEB




Waking up to the sight of Teagan in my bed was definitely weird—but in a good way. She’d been absolutely knackered last night, so I quietly got up without waking her to let her sleep in.

My mother was in the kitchen, sipping tea as I entered.

“Morning, Mum.” I scratched the scruff on my chin.

She set her cup down. “How are things?” Her expression held a bit of a smirk.

It was definitely awkward as fuck that she knew Teagan and I had been shagging in there last night. But I suppose the sooner we got used to this arrangement, the better.

Still, I couldn’t quite make eye contact. “Things are good.”

“She’s very sweet. I look forward to getting to know her better—without smothering her. Don’t worry. I remember what you said about her needing her space. Lord knows we don’t have a lot of it. I’ll let her come to me.”

“Thank you,” I said. “I appreciate that.”

Sitting down, I grabbed one of the breakfast biscuits my mother had baked and poured some tea from the pot on the table.

As happy as I was that Teagan was here, we had a lot to work out. I was set to re-enroll in classes this autumn, and she needed to find work, or at least something to keep her busy while she was here.

One of my uncles owned a flower shop and had promised a job for her. That was far from exciting, but at least it would be something. I prayed she didn’t resent the fact that I was returning to school while she couldn’t right now. She’d essentially hung her life up for a while to be with me, and I hoped she didn’t regret that.

There was also something else bothering me, something I’d been keeping from her. I didn’t know when the right time to divulge it would be. Now was too soon. She hadn’t even acclimated to being here yet. At the same time, it couldn’t wait too long.