Page 16 of Rival Hearts
“Damn, that was quite the show you put on,” he whispers in my ear. “The view from below was sexy as fuck.”
“Were you checking out my ass while I did my workout for the week?” I playfully slap his back but inwardly grin. He warned me to wear comfortable clothes before he picked me up tonight, so the black leggings conform to my thick thighs and round ass, leaving little to the imagination.
“Can you blame me? It’s a fine ass.” A chuckle vibrates in my ear as his hand lowers to cop a feel of one butt cheek before lightly smacking it. “Come on, I owe you a smoothie.”
The concessions line moves quickly, and soon we’re sitting on a bench watching a group of friends race across a tall set of monkey bars. “So, what do you think? Totally worth the drive to Everton, right?” Caleb sucks up more of his strawberry banana smoothie. “We're going to have to come back here again for a rematch.”
“Or for a good stress reliever or workout session.”
Once we've rested, we meander around the building and try out the jungle gym and a couple of the other setups before calling it a night. Fatigue settles in my muscles as soon as we’re on the road to Suitor’s Crossing.
I should shower and go to bed once I get home, but when Caleb parks and walks me up to my apartment door, sleep is the last thing on my mind. A second wave of energy sparks in my blood. “Want to come in for a nightcap?”
“Sure.”
We step inside my living room, and I debate whether to offer a drink or suggest what I really want. We're taking risks these days, remember? Going with my gut, I veer away from the kitchen and towards the bathroom.
“What if I told you I lied about the nightcap, and I'd rather we did something else?”
“I'd say I'm listening…”
We're both sweaty from the climb and covered in flecks of chalk, so I tug my shirt over my head and toss it to the floor. “Then how about a hot shower to clean off?”
Caleb reciprocates and pulls his own tee over his head. “I can get behind that.” Both of us grin like sex-crazed maniacs as a race ensues to see who can get naked the fastest.
Of course, Caleb wins because my stupid sports bra gets tangled up around me. “Ugh, I hate these things,” I grumble.
“Me, too,” he murmurs. “Me. Too.” His fingers grip underneath the elastic band and maneuver it higher and higher until my breasts are free and the hot pink spandex can be thrown to the carpet. “Damn, sweetcakes. Your tits are fucking hot.” He molds the large globes with his rough palms, the soft flesh overflowing his fingers.
“Mmm… That’s not the only sexy part of me.”
Caleb walks me back into the bathroom where I blindly reach to turn on the water for a shower. “Oh, I definitely concur.” He squeezes a butt cheek. “There’s your sexy smile.” He kisses the corner of my mouth. “Your business acumen.” His lips caress my temple. “And let's not forget your sassy attitude.”
“You’ve got a thing for my smart mouth?” Hot water sluices off my back, and I groan at the immediate relief to my sore muscles.
“Hmm… You mean those pouty lips that drive me crazy? Yeah, I’ve got a thing for them. For you.” He kisses up my neck. “You're the whole package, sweetcakes, and I can't wait to make you mine.”
“No one's stopping you.”
“Not anymore, you mean.” Caleb rears back to give me a pointed look, and I roll my eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah… I'm the one who kept our feud going. Whatever.” My nails dig into his shoulders. “Are you going to chastise me for all these years we missed out on? Or are you finally gonna fuck me?”
A devilish smirk ghosts across his face. “Ah, there's that smart mouth I know and love.”
Love.
Why doesn’t that word bother me like it should?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CALEB
Did I really think Sierra would let me fuck her tonight after our date?
No.
Had I been hopeful?