When will this end?
Iwake up from an erotic dream and my panties are soaked. I am breathing fast as my pulse races against my skin. My dream involved Caleb and it was so hot that I have to reach into my night stand and grab my vibrator. I reach under my blanket and slip out of my pajama shorts. I hold down the pink button and the vibrations buzz through my hand as I place it against my clit. Immediately jerking from the sensation. I lick my lips and close my eyes as I try to picture my dream once more. It was similar to our hot tub experience.
His tongue sliding over my skin, turned me on so much.
I circle the vibrator over my clit, mimicking his tongue. I grind against it as I moan.
He pulls my hair and thrusts into me hard.
I hold the vibrator still as I spiral into a release. I lift my hips, humping the vibrator mid-air as I cum. I quickly move the vibrator off me before my clit is overstimulated. I toss it onto the bed as I bite my finger and laugh.
It's been two weeks since the award show. I haven’t seen much of Caleb. When I do see him, he doesn’t pay much attention to me, granted he has been swamped with orders. I have been writing my book every day, all day, so I haven’t been out of the house much. Madison brings me dinners and then heads out to be with Connor.
Thanksgiving is this weekend, and the snow has fallen on to the ground. People are running around, getting last minute shopping done and grabbing firewood. I happen to be in the grocery store picking up items for the Thanksgiving dinner I am throwing. I invited Madison, Connor, Travis, Dia and even extended the invite to Caleb and Sabrina. But I haven’t received his RSVP.
“Julia.”
I turn around to find Sabrina rushing up the aisle pushing her cart.
“Hey Sabrina.”
I reach up and grab a box of captain crunch.
“I won’t be able to make it to your Thanksgiving dinner. I have to fly to my parent’s house. Thank you for inviting me though.”
“Of course, have a great weekend.” I smile as I continue on. I'm sure Caleb won’t be attending then.
“He doesn’t love me, you know. He cut ties with me.” She calls out as I turn down the next aisle. I turn back around and approach her once more.
“You deserve someone who will love you more than you love them.”
I can tell her brain is trying to understand what I just said.
I smile, “Happy thanksgiving Sabrina.”
Even though tomorrow is Thanksgiving, I can’t help but prep food with Christmas songs playing. Outside the snow is falling to the ground, the grass is no longer visible. The mountain peaks are white, while the bottom half still has green grass. The sun is going down, so I light some candles and add another piece of wood to the fireplace. My house smells like cinnamon and pineapples as I begin to make sweet potatoes, and sweet potato pie. I roll out the dough, sprinkling a pinch of flour on to my rolling pin and spread out the dough evenly before I drape it over the buttered baking pan.
The doorbell chimes, so I wipe my hands off on my apron and trolly over to the front door.
“We are here to help.”
Madison, Connor and Caleb stand before me. I smile as I wave them on in. I swallow hard when Caleb’s eyes meet mine. I haven’t seen or spoken with Caleb outside of picking up my coffee at the bar, so this should be interesting.
“Here I’ll take your coats. You guys wash those grubby hands.”
I grab their jackets, as I reach out my hand for Caleb’s, his eyes take me in and my heart stops. He steps closer to me, and his whiskey scent invades my senses. He reaches past me and grabs his own hanger, placing his coat on to the hanger and placing it in the closet. My heart rate spikes to a higher tempo.
“Where do you want me?” He whispers.
All I can think about is shouting out,in my mouth, but I know that’s not what he is referring to, that just my horny mind.
“Mashing sweet potatoes.”
He walks behind me as we make it into the kitchen. I can feel his eyes on me the entire way. I only have on black biker shorts, a white t-shirt and an apron. My hair is up in a messy bun and I am pretty sure I may have flour on my face, so it’s not like I look attractive.
They all join me in the kitchen.
“Okay Caleb will mash the sweet potatoes, Madison, you melt the butter, and Connor you get us some wine from the cellar.”