Series: Things That Matter #3
Caleb and I were done keeping secrets from each other. Everything needed to be resolved before his trial; first and foremost, the depth of deceit we’d failed to unravel. The stakes were higher. And as our past, present, and future collided, we should be on the same page. But what if I knew something that would destroy him, and us?
I would do anything for him. Anything for us.
My father was a liar, a manipulator, a killer. He was—me. Only, the longer I’d been away from him, the more those broken pieces of myself had been gravitating back together. Because the mind was a powerful thing. And love—was a weakness. A strength. A four-letter word for loyalty. Where was mine? Not in the hands of the man who’d made me this way. So I didn’t have to wonder what would be the worst thing that could ever happen to me. Instead I wondered, could I stop it?
She stopped by the five-pound weights, wistfully dragging her fingers over them before picking up one in each hand.
My eyebrows arched. “What are you doing?”
“It’s been a month. My arms are weak. I just need to”—she bit her lip as she curled first one and then the other dumbbell—“work them out a little.”
I walked up to her and plucked the weights from her hands before setting them back onto the rack. “This isn’t starting slow. Two-pound weights are. Better yet, no weights at all.” I touched her stomach. “You were a personal trainer. You know to use your core even when you’re only doing curls. With the added weight, it’ll be too much stress on your stomach.”
“I’ve been doing some wall pushups and a few other exercises this week, you know that. But they aren’t enough.”
“I know, but I don’t want you to push too hard too fast. If you pull something, it’s going to take you twice as long to recover.” I bent and retrieved my weights from the floor and set them on the rack. “We have to go anyway. That was Stuart. We’re meeting with him and Langley.” My arm dropped around her shoulders as I guided her to the door.
“You know, being my boyfriend doesn’t give you the right to tell me what to do.”
I chuckled. “I still know what’s best for you. But if you really want to work out your arms, I could think of a few ways. Massaging my back. Rubbing my—”
The door to the gym opened, revealing a guard standing in the hallway, so I lowered my head and whispered in her ear, “Cock.”
Over the past few days, she’d started to do this thing where she casually cupped my dick and balls, and it had been driving me fucking nuts. It didn’t help that I got embarrassingly hard every time she touched me. Like I was getting this second.
“You suck,” she murmured, and I peered down to see she was smiling.
“No. You suck.” She didn’t need to see the desire in my eyes to know where my mind was.
“Maybe I will.” She looked up, and my eyes grew hazy with desire as we continued out the door and down the hall.
This pent-up need to fuck her was making me fear the moment I finally did. Hard, possessive. Caveman-style, I was sure. I was also sure her body wasn’t ready for that.
“What am I going to do with that mouth?” I muttered under my breath, my cock throbbing.
“I have a few ideas,” she said as a matter-of-factly.
I laughed. “Tell me. Later. In detail.” My hand circled around the nape of her neck, and I caressed. “I would love to hear them.”
Casey has a ridiculously short attention span and loves her coffee and tea without sugar and milk. Apart from reading or writing, she loves to snowboard, even when she’s catching an edge and face-planting in the snow. She absolutely loves it!