Page 66 of Goodbye Paradise
Caleb came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my midsection. “I don’t think a couple of yellow walls would really be all that revealing. I was just kidding.”
I didn’t know what to say, though. Lately Caleb had been making noises about telling Daniel and Maggie. He said that if our plan was to live here forever, then it should be addressed. “Because if they can’t handle it, we ought to know that. So we can move on,” he reasoned.
But if I had my way? We weren’teverhaving that conversation. Because I did not want to see Maggie’s expression when she learned the truth about Caleb and me. I was too addicted to seeing admiration on her face, and the simple joy I found there when she came home from a long day to find Chloe and me cuddling on the couch.
It was just too risky. Maybe that made me a coward, but that was just the way I felt.
“Hey, guys?” We heard Daniel’s feet on the stairs.
By silent, mutual agreement, Caleb moved away from me. He very casually picked up a broom in the corner of the room and leaned on it, as if he’d been there all along.
“Hey!” Daniel said, coming through our open door. “I’m heading inside for the night. Maggie said to tell you that she’s making pot roast, but she started late. So dinner isn’t until seven-thirty.”
“Sounds great,” Caleb said. “We’ll be in soon, anyway. I think we’ve had just about all we can take.”
“I’ll bet. The lights are off in the workshop, okay? Just let the door lock behind you on the way out.”
I gave Daniel a salute, and he disappeared down the stairs. A minute later, we heard the outside door slam as he went home for the night.
Silence descended on us, and I listened to it. This would soon be the sound of our nights here. Our new place was snug, and it really did feel quite private. Daniel never came back out to his workshop after dark, because he said daylight was imperative for doing quality joinery.
“I’m going to like living here,” I said.
Across the room, Caleb set his broom into the corner and smiled at me. As I gathered up the tarp I’d used to protect the floor, I felt him arrive at my back. He put two hands on my ass and rubbed.
Since I was bent over, ass in the air, and wearing sweatpants, it could not have been more suggestive. Instinctively, I pushed backwards against him.
Caleb groaned. “Give me ten minutes of your time, and you can paint the walls any damned color you want.”
I snickered, standing upright again. “Ten minutes, huh?”
He grabbed my hips in two hands, then leaned forward to speak directly into my ear. His voice was low and gravely. “I need you to walk over to that countertop and put your hands on it. Both of them.”
My neck heated immediately. Because I loved that bossy tone that Caleb took on when he wanted sex. Before he even finished speaking, my dick began to feel plump and heavy.
He gave me a push on the bottom. “Right now,” he said. “Hands on the counter.”
I got moving. Crossing the room, I put both palms down flat on the new butcher block countertop.
“Good boy,” Caleb said, following me over there. “Nice of you to wear sweats. I like the easy access.”
Of course, I was only wearing those old sweats because I didn’t want paint splatters on my jeans. But Caleb shoved them down, plunging his hand into the front of my boxers. I hissed at what he found there.
“Youarea good boy. Getting hard for me already.”
Truly, I was. We never got as much sex as we wanted. Though Caleb and I had both become masters of the silent orgasm, we didn’t push our luck. So hearing his dirty talk out loud right now was so, so hot.
I reached a hand backward, trying for his fly.
Caleb batted it away. “Did I say you could touch me?”
Ooh! He was feeling bossy tonight. I felt another zing of heat steal through me, just from the tone of his voice. I planted my hands on the counter again, just waiting to see what he’d do.
He didn’t make me wait long. Caleb stroked me once only, from base to tip. Then he shoved my sweats and boxers down all the way. “Off,” he commanded.
I kicked out of my clothes, and Caleb whisked my T-shirt over my head, too. That left me standing naked before him, my bare back to his front.
“Nice,” he whispered, running a rough hand down my spine. Then Caleb planted his hands on either side of mine on the counter, and pressed his firm chest to my back. “Lean over,” he ordered. “Elbows on the counter.”
