Chasing Abby(61)

I sniff loudly as I nod. “Yes, now.”
He reaches up and his gaze is fixed on my mouth as he brushes the backs of his fingers over my cheek. “I don’t want to hurt you. Will you promise to tell me if I hurt you?”
“Of course.”
He slides his hand behind my neck and pulls my mouth to his. His tongue pushes forward, parting my lips, and I let out a soft sigh. His breath is hot in my mouth as I curl my fingers in his hair and suck on his tongue.
I pull my head back as I slide my lips down to the length of his tongue. Opening my eyes slowly, I smile when I see the surprised look on his face. I chew on my bottom lip and wait for him to say something. Instead, he takes me in his arms and flips me onto my back.
I giggle a little, but the nervous laughter quickly goes away when he rests both hands on either side of my head and leans down to kiss me. He kisses me slowly as his hips rock gently back and forth. With each stroke of his tongue and each slow thrust of his pelvis, the throbbing sensation between my legs intensifies.
One of his hands slides down between us and slowly gathers up my skirt until his hand is cupping my mound and I am so glad I took a Nitrostat or I’d be having a heart attack right now. I wonder if he can feel my flesh pulsating against his fingers as he gently strokes me through the cotton fabric of my panties.
He pulls his head back to look me in the eye as he touches me. His eyes light up as my mouth drops open and I suck in a sharp breath. He continues to stroke me softly until I’m panting heavily.
The bedroom door flies open and Caleb and I sit up quickly as Jimi storms in, no apology for interrupting us.
“Um… excuse me, but we kind of wanted some privacy,” I say, pulling my skirt down as I swing my legs over the side of the bed.
She glances at me then continues searching through her desk for something. “Um, excuse me, but I’m not the one who said you had to share a room with me. If you want some alone time to bone each other, maybe you should take it up with your parents.”
Jimi grabs a set of keys out of her desk drawer then turns on her heel to leave. I can feel Caleb looking at me, but I’m too stunned to move or speak. She hates me. She isn’t just threatened by me. She truly hates me.
It takes me a whole eight minutes to get my black suitcase out of the basement and get all my stuff packed up. All the while, Caleb just watches me in silence.
“You’re not even going to wait until they get back to say good-bye to them? You’re not even going to think about this, Abby?”
“Think about it? You want me to think about it? All I’ve done this week is think about why someone who has everything could envy someone who has nothing. I don’t even have my health, and she still thinks it’s okay to treat me as if I’m some princess who rode in and dethroned her.”
“You have nothing? What the f*ck am I? Who the f*ck are all the other people in this house who love you as if they’ve always known you? Do you call that nothing?”
“I don’t want to talk about this,” I say as I try to drag my suitcase off the bed and it ends up falling on my foot. “Shit! Just take me home.”
“I’m not taking you anywhere until you calm down.”
“Fine. I’ll go without you.”


Chapter 24 - Caleb


I FOLLOW ABBY out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and out the front door to the beach. We trudge through the hot sand in our bare feet, straight toward the water, not saying anything. When we’re far enough from the beach house, I finally ask the question that Abby needs to consider.
“How many times do you think Jimi has imagined what it would be like when you came back into her parents’ lives?” She turns when we reach the water’s edge so we’re walking parallel to the shore, but she doesn’t reply. “She’s probably thought about it a lot. She’s had years to think about it. She’s lived most of her life contemplating what it would be like. Don’t you think that at some point, she realized there was a chance things could go wrong? That the moment you arrived, she would no longer be Daddy and Mommy’s only girl? She would no longer be special.”