Page 34 of Saving You

“Mommy?” Confusion is all over her face.

“Yeah, Baby Girl?”

“Why did you close the door on Caleb?”

I don’t know how to explain this to her, so I say, “Why don’t you go into the kitchen, and I’ll join you in a bit.”

She gives me a quizzical look before she turns and leaves. My daughter is too observant for her own good, and pretty soon, it’s going to bite me in the ass.

Another knock on the door. “Bails, I’m not going to leave, so you might as well open the door.”

I bang my head on the door a couple of times before reaching back and rubbing the spot. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that. Making sure my robe is tied tightly, I pull open the door and plaster on a fake smile.

“Hi, Caleb. What are you doing here?”

He gives me a stupid shit-eating grin that says he remembers last night as much as I would like to forget it.

“I thought I’d bring you and Charlie breakfast,” he says as he holds up a brown takeout bag. His eyes rake up my body, pausing slightly at my chest and, likely, my nipples poking through the thin fabric.

I eye him, wondering what he’s getting at. His smile just gets bigger, and I huff. Charlie saw him, and it would be more difficult to explain why I sent him away than it would be to put on my big girl panties and invite him in. I open the door more and usher him in. He steps inside before toeing off his shoes and making his way into the kitchen. Charlie calls his name the second he appears in the entryway.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath before following behind him. I beeline to the coffeemaker, putting on a pot while Caleb and Charlie chat at the kitchen table. Heat surrounds me as Caleb leans around me, and goosebumps scatter across my skin from his proximity. He grabs plates for everyone and takes them back to the table. I press the last button on the coffeemaker whenI hear my phone alarm going off upstairs.

I turn and mumble, “I’ll be right back,” as I escape upstairs.

Making it into my room, I close the door, grab my phone, and silence the alarm. I grip my phone as I stand in the middle of the room, trying to figure out how I’m going to get out of this mess I’ve created. I decide the first thing I need to do is change into more appropriate clothes. Once I’m changed, I head back downstairs and see Caleb not only got us breakfast and set the table, but he’s poured Charlie a glass of orange juice and each of us a cup of coffee and set the milk and sugar on the table.

My insides twist and turn as my mind races. As much as I’m embarrassed about last night and want to protect both mine and Charlie’s hearts, I can’t help but admit this man is chipping away at me and my shell is beginning to crumble. I want to walk over, kiss him, and say thank you for all of this. I want to open up to him and tell him my entire life story and believe he will hold it all safe.

I slide into my seat and smile at them. Charlie and Caleb continue their conversation as Caleb pushes the milk and sugar my way and they begin to eat. I make my coffee and take a deep sip, savouring the taste on my tongue. I eat and listen to the conversation. When Charlie is done, she asks if she can be excused before carrying her plate to the kitchen counter, leaving Caleb and me alone.

I avoid eye contact, picking at my food and sipping my coffee. He leans in close, his hand reaching forward and tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

“I kind of wish you had kept the robe,” he says softly.

My cheeks warm as a blush fills them. When I still don’t meet his eyes, he puts two fingers beneath my chin and lifts my head, forcing me to make eye contact with him.

“Bails, you’re embarrassed, aren’t you?”

I nod.

“Don’t be. Last night was hot. I’m glad it happened.” He leans in so close that his lips brush over the shell of my ear. “Do you know how hot it is knowing you think of me when you get yourself off?”

I shiver.

“Would it make you feel better knowing I think about you when I jerk off? That I think about you on your knees and your pretty lips wrapped around my cock. How good I know you’re going to taste on my tongue and how hot and wet your pussy will be when I finally get to have you. Bailey, this isn’t one-sided.”

He pulls back and continues drinking his coffee like nothing happened. My entire body is flushed, and I feel like I’m about to start sweating. I think I might need to change my panties after breakfast because the images his words created in my head have me wet and wanting to beg for all of it. I’ve never been one to want to give a blow job, but I’m sitting here wanting nothing more than to get on my knees and let this man use me for his pleasure. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to quench the ache growing between them, but it does nothing.

I take a long sip of my coffee to try to wet my suddenly dry mouth and throat. This man does things to me that no other person ever has, and I’m completely speechless. I finish my breakfast and take our plates to the sink, rinsing them before putting them in the dishwasher. When I close the dishwasher, I feel Caleb behind me. I turn to face him, and his arms go to either side of me, caging me in.

“Let me spend the day with you two. I want to spend time with you. No expectations.”

Before I can think, “Okay,” escapes my mouth.

He smiles before leaning down. “Good,” he whispers across my lips before he places a soft kiss on them. He pulls back and asks, “So, what are the plans for today?”

“I have to go grocery shopping and Charlie needs to go to the mall and grab a gift for her Secret Santa at school. I need to meal plan for the week, do laundry, make sure Charlie has done her homework, call the mechanic and schedule my oil change and tire rotation, and clean the house,” I ramble.

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