Page 132 of The Persistence of Thornes
With a nod, he taps at his phone’s screen. “I’ll put in an order.”
“Case, are you all good for now?” I ask, hands clasped in front of me. “Do you need a drink or?—”
“I’m fine.” He chuckles. “Stop acting like a mother hen.”
Lips pressed together, I lower my head a little, blinking back tears. It’s hard not to act this way. It’s my job to keep him safe, and though I realize it was an accident, I still feel like I failed him.
“I’m going to shower,” I say, and without waiting for a response, I pad through the house.
Upstairs, I grab a clean set of clothes and shut myself in the bathroom. While the water warms up, I wash my face and brush my teeth. I’ve done both already today, but they go a long way to perking me up.
I drop my dirty clothes into the hamper, eager to be rid of the chemical smell clinging to me. If I never see another hospital, it will be too soon.
The frosted glass is fogged by the time I slide the door open and step inside, the hot water an immediate balm to my skin. In seconds, my stiff muscles begin to relax. For a moment, I stand in place, eyes closed, and relish the sensation. Despite the fight he put up, I insisted Quinn sleep on the couch in Casen’s hospital room. Caleb and I roughed it in uncomfortable chairs. I told him he could go home, but he insisted on staying.
At the sound of a creaking door, I freeze beneath the spray, holding my arms in front of me like that will protect me.
“Hello?” I carefully raise my hand and swipe at the fogon the shower door. I nearly scream when a figure near the sink comes into view. Luckily, Caleb’s form registers quickly, and I choke back the instinct.
Eyes on me, he tears his shirt off and shoves down his pants. Then he slides the shower door open and steps inside.
“What are you?—”
He buries a hand in my hair and yanks me forward so my mouth collides with his.
Oh, fuck.
Just as quickly, he spins, and my back hits the tile, the cold of it jarring against my skin. The combination of that sensation and the instant desire sparking to life inside me causes my nipples to pebble against his bare chest.
He kisses his way down my neck to my right breast and swirls his tongue around my nipple, dragging a moan from my throat. He gives the other breast the same attention. That alone is enough to ignite a fire in my core.
“Need to fuck you so bad.” He drags his tongue back up my neck and cups my jaw. “My cock is aching to be inside this pussy, baby,” he murmurs against my lips. “You have no fucking idea.”
I whimper. It’s the only sound I’m capable of making at the moment.
“Do you need me too, baby?”
Though he still holds my face firmly, I manage to nod.
“Good.” He slides his fingers down my shower-slicked body until he finds my pussy and spreads me open. “Jesus Christ, Halle. You’re soaked already. This sweet cunt was aching for me too, wasn’t it?”
Head pressed back against the tile, I give a small cry in agreement.
“I’m going to fill you up so good,” he croons. “Don’t you worry, baby. I’m going to take care of you.”
My heart races, my breaths coming quick. God, yes. Please.
He lifts me up, holding me with ease in one arm, and guides his cock inside me.
I close my eyes, relishing the sensation. He feels so fucking good. “Caleb,” I whimper as he fills me.
He’s so big and I’m so full. My pussy quivers, adjusting to his intrusion.
He buries his face in my neck, cursing. “This isn’t going to last long.”
I grasp his wet shoulders, searching for purchase. “Don’t care.”
Blue eyes lit with need, he keeps his focus fixed on me as he pumps into me, hard and fast. His intense gaze bores into me, straight to my soul, seeing everything. It’s too much. I have to close my eyes, or I’ll lose all control.
