Page 52 of Sins of the Flesh
I bought that shit for the first two weeks and that was me being generous.Should I have more compassion for a woman who just lost her husband, maybe, but not when she's trying to use my man as his replacement.
Caleb thinks I’m overreacting but he doesn’t see who she really is.The way she abuses her staff, and I can hear her yelling at them all the time through the kitchen wall.She's not who she wants him to believe she is..some sweet, pious, grieving widow.
Women like her, powerful women don’t back down when they want something and I know she wants Caleb.He is completely blind to her flirting and fawning.I mean honestly for a grieving widow she sure does giggle a lot.The whole thing is frustrating as fuck.
After too many days exposed to Charlotte's bullshit I am damned grumpy as I study the kitchen blueprint, a throat clears and I turn to see Caleb leaning against the door frame, smiling at me.“Where’s your backpack?”I deadpan.Confusion crosses his face for a second, the moment he gets my meaning he saunters over, his body so close I can feel his warmth.It takes everything in me to force myself not to lean into him.
He places his palm on the metal prep table as I turn to face him, and whispers, “Angel, are you jealous?”Irritation in my voice, I snark in a hushed tone,
"Do I have reason to be?"
"We’ve talked about this."He croons but I turn my head away.
“I know I just hate seeing her all over you when I can't touch you…” Suddenly, he grabs my hand and urges me to follow him.We slip out the backdoor of the church’s kitchen then through his back gate.He takes out a set of keys from his pocket and unlocks the back door of his house, ushering me into the small dining room.I step in and turn to him but grabbing my wrist he pulls me into the corner of his kitchen.
He presses me into the dark space, my ass pinned to the counter by his body.He pulls me in close, cupping the back of my head as he lowers his mouth to mine in a deep kiss.
The tension instantly melts from my muscles as I mold to him.“If I could claim you in front of everyone including, Charlotte I would but…” he says between kisses.I pull my mouth from his ducking my head
“You don't have to explain Caleb.I just…” he cups my jaw in his palm forcing my eyes to his and I have never seen them this intense.A feral deep longing shining bright, he wants me to see how much he wants me, only me.
He dips his lips to mine again, his tongue leisurely exploring my mouth.I know what we would face if our relationship came to light.The history of homophobia in this town though, most is from long before I was born, has left behind scars.It's a kind of hate that quietly passes down through generations, becoming bedtime ghost stories.So this is what we get, stolen moments in dark corners.
He kisses my jaw then moves his lips to my neck kissing and sucking.I let out a small hum and he molds his body closer to mine leaving me breathless.
His hands slide under my shirt, warm palms mapping the skin of my lower back.Heat rushes through me, pooling in my groin as his thigh presses between my legs.I moan, he lines up our clothed dicks and ruts against me, our kissing becoming more messy and feverish, my entire body being licked by the flames coursing through my blood.
"You drive me wild," he growls between kisses, his hands gripping me possessively."I want to taste every fucking inch of you, explore your sexy body from head to toe."His words have me so keyed up I’m already teetering on the edge.
“F-fuck Caleb,” I pant.“I’m gonna cum.”
“Good.”He growls as he devours my moans, rutting harder until my eyes roll into my skull, it feels so fucking good.My release crashes into me with a whine as I shudder in his arms.
He pulls me impossibly closer as his movements become erratic and he groans into my neck as his release hits him and he shudders, his arms wrapped tightly around me, face buried in my neck leaving small kisses.We come down gently, kissing and panting into each other's mouths.
I pull my head back and look into his hooded brown eyes, now sparkling and sated.“Caleb?”I ask nervously.
“Yes, Angel?”He asks, stroking my cheek.
“Will you take my virginity?”It's something I have given a lot of thought to but have been too afraid to ask for.He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching mine.
“Is that what you want?”He asks.I nod vigorously.“You're sure?”he asks.
“Caleb!Stop asking me if I’m sure.I wouldn't have asked it if I wasn't.But if you don't want to, it's fine.”I say, pushing past him as I hop off the counter, turning my back I fold my arms over my chest trying to hide my embarrassment.
“That's not what I meant.I want to more than you know, but I want to make sure you're ready,” he says, standing behind me and gently rubbing my upper arms.
“I am ready, and I want it to be with you.You've been there for all of my other firsts, and I want this one to be yours too,” I say confidently.
“Then it would be my honor,” he replies, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing his front against my back, kissing my temple tenderly.
After cleaning up, Caleb and I stand at the metal prep table in the kitchen as I explain my plans for the remodel.As we discuss, we have our pinkies linked together, knowing this is as close as we can safely get with Charlotte skulking around.
“The contractors are scheduled for next week.I will start my part the following week.”I say.“Along that wall, I can erect a wall creating a 15-foot by 5-foot pantry.We can store donations on one side and kitchen supplies on the other, freeing up a lot of the kitchen's space.”
“Wow, Cole, I love that idea!With storage, we can collect way more donations!”he exclaims.
“That's what I…” A knock interrupts us.
