“Nothing. Just… Ahhh, fuck. Yes.”
My needy noises seem to put Caleb back on track. After a few more pumps, he swells inside me, a clipped “I’m gonna fucking come, baby!” filling the room. Caleb’s desperate cry as he shoots his load inside me sets me off, too. My hole pulses around him as my orgasm hits me, my dick throbbing deliciously. I collapse on top of Caleb, my body aching, my heart racing in my chest.
“Fucking hell, sweetheart,” Caleb pants. “You’re never having an energy drink again.”
“Okay,” I slur, and I think I drool a little. I can hardly keep my eyes open. Caleb stirs, then starts easing me off him, but I make myself heavier, clinging to him. “No, don’t go.”
“I just wanna get something to clean you up.”
I lift my arm, and it feels like lead. I pat his head like he’s my favorite pet. “Not now. Later.”
“Kayden.”
“Can’t move. Yourshebangkilled me.”
He chuckles. “What?”
“Your damnshebang.It killed me.”
“You’re crazy,” he murmurs, lying back down, kissing my forehead.
“I know, but youloooveme.”
“I do. So fucking much. Now sleep, baby.”
Tiredness pulls at me while the soft, steady beats of Caleb’s heart come in waves, rocking me tenderly, peacefully off to sleep.This is my life now, is my last conscious thought before everything goes quiet.This is my beautiful life, and I’m going to enjoy every second because I deserve it.
Epilogue
Kayden
Six Months Later
Irun from the ocean, warm waves lapping at my shins, the Mexican afternoon sun caressing my shoulders. When I reach the shore, I shake out my wet curls, water ricocheting around me. I smile as I run across the wet sand toward my man, who just happens to be not just the sexiest guy in Massachusetts but in Mexico, too. He looks up when I stop in front of him, drops of water hitting him where he’s lying on his stomach, resting on his elbows, facing the ocean. Caleb quickly puts his phone away under his towel, then smiles at me, something flickering in his eyes, something nervous and excited all at once.
“What are you doing?” I shake my hair again, hitting Caleb too. It’s grown out a lot over the past months and almost reaches my shoulders in the back. When I cook in our newly renovated kitchen, I have to put a band in it, and Caleb always curses later when he tries to untie it, impatient to bury his fingers in my curls.‘Shit, those fucking curls, baby. They drive me fucking crazy,’he says, when really, he’s the one driving me crazy.
“Nothing,” Caleb drawls, squinting against the sun. “Just looking at the most beautiful man in the world.” His eyes trail down my wet body, lingering a few seconds on my chest, on my almost-faded scars, before he drops his gaze to my light blue Speedo, and he licks his lips.
“Oh, yeah?” I drop down on the blanket next to him, then lean in for a kiss. He meets me halfway, smiling against me, humming happily.
“Yesss.” His eyes darken as he traces a finger along the curve of my back until it reaches the edge of my Speedo. “It should be fucking illegal to be this delicious.” His fingers whisper back and forth across my lower back, and I melt under his touch as I grow hard behind my packer. It was daunting the first time we went to the beach at home, and I waswearing my swim pants. I was afraid people would look at me strangely, with my scars still noticeable, or that they’d be able to tell my packer wasn’t a real dick. But as always, Caleb’s quiet strength grounded me, his hand safely wrapped around mine as we forged the waves and yet another chapter of our life together. Now I don’t even give it a second thought.
I gasp as Caleb’s fingers dip underneath the waistline of my Speedo, just grazing my crease. “I’m pretty sure what you’re doing right now is borderline illegal.” Secretly, I love how he can’t keep his hands off me, even in a public place. “Who were you texting?”
Caleb’s been on his phone a lot today, and he promised me he wouldn’t work while we were in Yelapa, a small, secluded fishing village in Jalisco, Mexico. The small town is owned by the locals, who have refused to permit roads into town and are active in preserving their way of life. That way they’ve managed to stay less touristy than other places in Mexico, which is why we chose it in the first place. We wanted a chill and laid-back getaway. We’re staying at a small, family-owned hotel close to the beach, and it’s just so tranquil and exactly what we needed after some busy months adjusting to living and working together. Caleb and Dad have been particularly busy over the past few months with two new major clients in Canada, and my man deserves a much-needed break.
Caleb stretches on the towel, the muscles of his back rippling, making my mouth water. His skin has turned all golden under the Mexican sun, a dusting of lickable freckles scattered across his broad shoulders. He’s let his scruff grow, giving him this sexy, rugged look. “Just checking the weather tomorrow.”
I roll my eyes because it’s been sunny all week, and it’ll be sunny tomorrow as well when we’re going on a boat trip.
“Huh?”
“What?” Caleb frowns at me.
“Nothing. It’s just that… if I find out Dad has you working while we’re away, I’m gonna kick his ass.”
Caleb snorts, then his eyes glaze over with that dopey expression that’s become so familiar to me whenever he thinks I’ve done or said something—