Oak, Sophie - Away From Me (Siren Publishing Classic) (8 page)

Gaby laughed at the thought. “You were never good at keeping it in your pants, Cal. I’ve heard endless stories of your conquests.”

He stilled behind her. “Gaby, baby, that’s just not true.” He turned her around and threaded his fingers through hers. He pulled her away from the bath area and down the beach. It was quieter here, and he sank down into the sand, tugging her between his legs. “Gaby, I admit to having certain exotic tastes, but you’re under a misconception about my level of experience.”

His hands forced her back against his chest. The cool breeze off the ocean caressed her skin. The moon was full and heavy in the sky. It was a truly romantic night. She felt surrounded by him, his arms almost a blanket around her skin. Gaby knew she should get up and leave, but she’d always been curious about Cal’s past. “I was told you went through a sub a night before you met me.”

He gently urged her head back as he spoke quietly. “I met you two weeks after the anniversary of my wife’s death, Gaby. Do you honestly believe I started fucking my way through the club when she was barely in the ground?”

He asked the question with not an ounce of heat, but Gaby flushed all the same. It seemed she hadn’t been fair to him. It had been easier to think of him that way. It hadn’t lessened her love for him, just made it simpler to leave. “I’m sorry, Cal. I just listened to gossip.”

“You listened to Heather,” he accused softly. “She’s never been my biggest fan, even though I introduced her to Greg. I did go to the club. It was hard because Cassie loved it. It was one of the only places she felt perfectly at home. We were married very young. We discovered our sexuality together. She was very submissive, more so than you ever were, pet. Cassie was incredibly soft. Sometimes, the world was a bit much for her. I was her protector. I provided for her.”

“I’m sure she paid you back.” Gaby felt the strange need to defend her predecessor. In defending Cassie, she was almost defending herself. She’d never gotten credit for what she brought to the table.

“She was different than you.” His hand was on her knee. Gaby was sure she knew what he was doing. It was a manipulative bastard thing to do, she thought ruefully. He was playing with her body, priming her for pleasure. She should get up and walk off, but that would stop him from talking. Cal knew how curious she’d always been. He also knew she was incapable of denying herself this talk.

“How?” She gave up the fight. She relaxed back and let her legs fall open. His hand immediately took the ceded territory. She felt him sigh as his fingers cupped her mound.

“For one thing, she followed orders.” He sounded slightly irritated. His fingers impatiently tugged at her panties. “Since when did you start wearing underwear?”

She grinned in the moonlight. Underwear had not been allowed in the Reed-Sullivan household. At least, it hadn’t been allowed for her. Cal wore boxers. After she’d left him, buying a six pack of Hanes for herself was one of the first things she’d done.

“And this feels like cotton.” He spoke with the greatest of disdain, as though he could think of nothing worse than plain cotton panties.

“It is.” She nearly giggled. She’d forgotten how much fun it was to tease him. She hadn’t done it often during their years together, but he always handled it well. He was a man who could laugh at himself. “And it’s white with little pink daisies.”

“Gabrielle.” Her name was an admonition.

“Start talking about something important or I’ll leave,” she swore. He would spend an hour lecturing her on the proper material lingerie should be made from.

“Fine.” His fingers simply slid under the offending material. Gaby let her head fall back against his chest as cream began to pour out of her. It felt so good, so right to have his hands on her again. His fingers slid all around her pussy, gently teasing her clit. “I’ll let it go for now. Cassie wasn’t like you. You are working under the misconception that I chose you because you reminded me of her.”

Even under his skillful hands, Gaby tensed. “So you picked me because I didn’t remind you of her.”

He pinched her clit lightly, making her groan. It had the added effect of forcing her to relax again. His hand went back to its slow slide through her ever increasing juices. “I picked you because I was crazy about you. Despite what Heather said, I’m not some manwhore screwing every pretty sub to come my way.”

“She said you went through a whole bunch of subs before you met me,” Gaby said breathlessly. The night she met him, she had expected to be the same. She was so attracted to him it hadn’t mattered. For her, it was love at first sight. She’d been willing to take what she could get.

“I did, but not in the way you think.” She could feel the hard press of his erection against her spine. “About four months after Cassie passed, I went back to the club. I knew if I didn’t get out, I would go crazy. I met a sub there. I took her up to a private room. She liked to be spanked, so I spanked her. I tied her up, spanked her, and got her off with a vibrator. I found someone else who needed me the next night and the night after that.”

“You didn’t sleep with them,” Gaby said softly, shocked at the very thought. She’d never known Cal to go without sex. Even when she was tired or not interested, he would gently push her until she was crazy for him. The only nights he hadn’t taken her were nights he was away on business. Even then, he would call, complain, and swear he wasn’t leaving her behind again.

“Gaby, I’ve put my cock inside two women my whole life.” His mouth was pressed against her ear. “I’m sure that blows my macho image, but it’s only been you and Cassie, pet.”

“Cal.” She couldn’t think of what else to say. It didn’t make her think less of him. He was an incredible lover. It appeared he was also very picky.

“Hush, Gaby,” he ordered. He worked two fingers deep inside her cunt. It had been so long that his fingers seemed to fill her up. “God, you’re so hot. What was I saying? Yes, you’re different from Cassie. Cassie was much more dependent.”

She started to open her mouth, but his thumb brushed firmly against her clit, and she felt the desperate need to push herself against him.

“I know what you would say if you could breathe, pet, but you’re wrong. You were dependent on me for money, but you were perfectly capable of earning it yourself if you had to. Cassie had never held down a job. I married her straight out of high school. I had a trust fund, which came in handy since my family cut me off for marrying a girl they didn’t approve of. I didn’t come into it right away, and the first years were hard, but eventually, I used that fund to put myself through school. Cassie remained in our small apartment. She didn’t go to school, and she didn’t work. The thought frightened her. Cassie had a bad childhood. She trusted me, but not a lot of other people.”

Cal hooked his feet under hers and opened her fully. He growled at the panties in his way but worked around them. His thumb circled her clit as his long fingers fucked deep inside her cunt.

“Oh, Cal.” The feeling was a revelation. It had been so long since her mind was able to turn off. He slid in and out of her pussy, and Gaby couldn’t help but wish it was his cock.

“You’re going to come for me, Gaby,” Cal said. It wasn’t a request. “How long has it been since you came?”

Gaby didn’t even consider lying. It wasn’t something she could do when she was in this state. “Ten months, two weeks, and three days.”

She heard his satisfied chuckle behind her. “So, no other men then, pet?” Another finger joined the first two, and Gaby gasped. Her hips were pressing against his hand now as though they had no choice but to move.

“No one else,” Gaby managed to breathe.

“I don’t want anyone else, either, Gaby,” he admitted. “I’ve been alone since you left me, though I will admit to self-pleasure. Quite a bit of it, actually.”

Gaby laughed through her pounding need. He sounded so surprisingly sweet as he admitted his masturbatory habits. “I’m glad you had something to get you through.”

His fingers slowly rotated, scissoring inside her. His hips moved slightly of their own accord. Gaby could feel his erection. It had to be killing him. God, she wanted that cock inside her. She pressed back against him.

“I thought of you every time I came, Gabrielle. That moment, when my balls drew up and I knew I was going to spew cum everywhere, that’s when I saw your face. No matter what I tried to think about, I always saw your face.”

His thumb pressed down on her clitoris, and Gaby shouted out. Her cry pierced the quiet night, but she didn’t care. Heat and pleasure bloomed across her body like a hot bomb detonating in her womb. She shook slightly and let herself fall back against Callum’s chest. He continued to pet her for a moment. Every time his hand slid across her clit was like a little aftershock causing her whole body to shake with pleasure. He seemed to enjoy the effect he had. He nuzzled her neck, pressing kisses there. His cock was rock hard against her back, but he made no move to relieve himself.

“You’re so beautiful when you come, Gaby,” he whispered against her skin.

“You can’t see me.” She was facing away from him.

“I don’t need to see you. I have it memorized. Your face is so open when you come. Every bit of emotion and pleasure is written there like a book I helped to write. Sometimes I think I like watching you come even more than I like coming myself.”

Gaby snorted.

“And I missed that sweet little sound you make when you’re terribly amused,” he said.

She could feel his smile on her skin.

“I sound like a pig.” It was a terrible habit she couldn’t stop. Callum had always seemed so proper, so well-bred, yet he had always loved the way she laughed. His fingers slid out of her pussy, and she bemoaned the loss.

The minute his fingers left her, she found herself on her back in the soft, warm sand. Callum was quick when he was motivated. He loomed over her, his gorgeous face illuminated by the full moon. His lower body covered hers, and he balanced himself on his left hand. With great deliberation, he brought his right hand up to his mouth and painstakingly licked his fingers clean. Gaby could see her cream glistening on his skin just before his tongue came out to lap it up.

“You taste like heaven.” He leaned down, sparing her none of his weight. His mouth took hers, his tongue plunging inside like the raider he was.

Gaby gave herself up to the feeling. This was what she craved. His commanding dominance was her weakness. She’d been dominated by other men, but none ever made her feel the way Callum did. She felt all of her trouble flow away. It was always like this when Cal took charge. She could lay back and enjoy because he would take care of her. He would tell her what he liked. He would tell her how much he liked it. She didn’t have to worry about being awkward or doing things wrong. Cal would gently push her the way he needed her to go and praise her when she got there.

She let her arms drift up and around his neck. Her tongue came out to play with his, and he growled his appreciation. She could taste her tangy arousal on his lips as he slanted his mouth over hers. His erection nudged insistently at her soaking cunt. He spread her legs wide, leaving nowhere for her to hide from him. He was in control. Now she remembered why she hadn’t worn panties around Callum. They were constantly wet.

“Gaby?” Her name was now a question. His eyes were oddly uncertain as he looked down on her.

“Come inside me, Cal.” She knew he had promised to keep it in his pants, but there was no way she didn’t want him deep inside her. Her pussy cried out for him. Even though she’d just come, she already ached for him again. He was only here for a week. They should make the most of it.

“You’ll marry me, then?”

It was like a bucket of cold water had been thrown on her head. “What?”

“I asked you to marry me, Gaby,” he said. His face was a mask of desire. His hips pumped against her while he spoke, his dick sliding against her clit, making her crazy. “I deserve an answer.”

“You’re a bastard, Cal.” She was already so hot and bothered again that a part of her pleaded to just give him the words he wanted so he would fuck her. If she just said yes, he would open his slacks, rip her panties off, and be inside her before she could think straight. Her pussy seemed to think that was a great plan.