‘Uh, no . . I got punched’ he mumbles through the scrap of fabric.
My son’s eyes widen as he stares up at the man, ‘hitting is wrong’ he tells him, ‘Mama says no hitting!’
‘Maxie’ I murmur, trying to attract the child’s attention, ‘I think the gentleman wants to b left alone.’ I give the business man what I hope is an apologetic smile and am thankful when he’s called by an officer a few seconds later.
‘He’s got lovely hair’ the voice of the woman from the other end of the row states drunkenly. I turn to find that she’s moved up to sit right beside Maxton, her hand out touching his head.
‘Oh, thank you’ I reply, quickly tugging on my son, to pull him into my lap and away from the woman’s hands.
‘Pretty boy, ain’t you’ the woman continues, grinning at the toddler, revealing yellow stained teeth.
‘Mama, she no brush her teefs, ugh’ Maxton tells me loudly as I groan under my breath. Lord help me with this child and his lack of filter.
Caleb’s POV
Light filters through the gap in my curtains, flickering across the corner of my face and pulling me from sleep. I frown, eyes still closed, turning my head further into my pillow to avoid the sharp beam that’s annoying me.
Something tickles my nose and I scrunch up my face, trying to dislodge whatever it is. I’m so damn comfortable, and for the first time in a long time I feel relaxed, I don’t want it to end.
A flowery scent wafts over me as a sweet sigh whispers from beside me, my eyes blink open and I find myself staring at the back of someone’s head. A cloud of blonde hair is splayed across the pillow and I now realise that I’m curled around a soft, warm body, my arm draped over their stomach.
My bed mate wriggles slightly, pushing back into me, in particular my dick that is nestled happily between two smooth, tight ass cheeks.
Pushing up slightly, I look over to find Tessa curled up, fast asleep beside me.
What the hell? How is she here? WHY is she here?
My tensed muscles must disturb her as she slowly stretches, the covers that are tucked around her sliding down to reveal her tits, straining the thin material of the strappy top she’s wearing.
I swallow thickly as her mouth forms a small O as she yawns before her eyes slowly open. It takes her a second to realise that she’s not in her own room and she sits up quickly, her gaze sweeping my room before landing on me.
‘Oh!’ is all she says, grabbing at the covers and pulling them up to cover those amazing breasts that I have very little doubt that I was staring at.
‘You are in my bed’ is all I can think to say, words seeming to have fled my mind.
She merely nods back, biting down on her bottom lip, and all I want to do is reach over and pull it out from between her teeth, suck it into my mouth.
Her gaze travels down my body, heat simmering in her eyes before they widen and she stills, staring at me openly.
Looking down, I quickly grab some of the blankets, covering my waist and the very obvious boner that’s tenting my boxers.
‘Why are you in my bed?’ I fluster awkwardly, ‘this is my room’ I add, as if she somehow doesn’t know.
Tessa nods again, her tongue flicking out to moisten her lips, ‘umm, you were . . ‘ She flushes, averting her gaze from me and staring instead at the TV that is fixed to my wall. ‘You were having a bad dream’ she finally whispers reluctantly, ‘I woke up and . . .well . . you were making noise, I thought maybe you were hurt? So, I came to check on you and you were still asleep. I tried to wake you’ she adds quickly, ‘but you were caught up in whatever you were dreaming so I um . . . I kinda . . comforted you’ she finishes on a whisper.
My gut churns and I can feel my face heating in embarrassment, I know what my nightmares consist of, God, did I say anything? Does she know about how I let my team down? I’m not surprised about the nightmare, after the shit show that was the LeGrange job two nights ago, I’ve been plagued by my demons every time I close my eyes.
‘Well, I better go’ Tessa continues, sliding out from under the sheets and wrapping her arms around her protectively, whilst my body becomes even more aware of the blonde in my room, my dick trying to make itself known by stiffening even more under the sheet. ‘I’m sorry, I uh, meant to leave before you woke up but you had hold of me and I didn’t want to wake you up. I must have fallen asleep, so, yeah, sorry.’ She is backing up toward the door as she’s stammering out mixed apologies and explanations, her small hand finding the handle as she pulls it down and quickly disappears from my room.
I hear the quiet click of her door seconds later and I drop my head back to the pillow groaning loudly, one arm falling over my eyes, as I try to block out my own embarrassment.
Rolling over, her sweet scent hits me again, and I can’t stop myself from burying my face into the pillow she was just using, inhaling deeply.
Knowing I can’t hide, I reluctantly push up from the mattress, swinging my legs over the side and standing up. Grabbing a pair of sweatpants, I draw them on before opening my door and heading to the bathroom across from my room.
Walking inside, I lock the door behind me, turning on the shower, and using the facilities as the water heats up. Once done, I strip off and step under the hot spray, reluctantly washing off Tessa’s scent from my body. I scrub the dried sweat from my hair, rubbing my fingers deep into my scalp as I slowly realise that this is the first morning since I came home that I haven’t woken up in a sweat covered panic. I actually woke up feeling good, I’d even go so far as to say, calm.
Washing the shampoo out of my hair, I pick up the body wash and lather my skin, soaping everywhere as my mind brings back images of Tessa beside me, her lips parted as she sleeps. Then my thoughts shift to her stretching, those pert nipples poking through the silky fabric of her shirt as the material stretches tightly across her chest accentuating the firm mounds.
My mouth becomes dry as I wonder what they would look like, what would have happened if I’d reached forward and taken one of those hard nubs between my teeth, gently sucking through the fabric barrier.
My hand moves lower, gripping my cock as I start to run my fist up and down the hard length. I give the end a squeeze, imagining Tessa’s mouth wrapped around me, those big doe eyes looking up at me as her innocent lips pleasure me.
‘F*ck Tessa, just like that’ I grit out, my eyes closing as I lean my arm against the wall of the shower.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.