“Um, Caleb,” I say, to which he hums as his lips hover over mine. “The door is still open.”
“Do you care?” he asks, clearly not concerned by the door.
I bite my bottom lip as pleasure washes over me and he pulls down my top, exposing my breast to him, his lips taking my nipple in his mouth as he moves his fingers faster. I guess I don’t really give a fuck as I continue to grind on his hand and hold the back of his head, urging him to suck my nipple harder. He does, and I arch my back, and then he’s pinching my clit, somehow, and fucking me with his fingers even harder. Oh good God. I come hard, saying his name as I do, breathing heavily as he works me until I can barely stand up from the trembling of my legs. And then he buries his face in the crook of my neck as he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him, draping myself over him as he shuts the door and I wriggle out of his embrace, quickly dropping my feet to the floor and racing up the stairs.
I hear his footsteps thundering after me, and I squeal as I reach the bedroom door and I’m hauled back by his arm wrapping around my waist. He lifts me and throws me on the bed, pouncing on top of me before smashing his lips to mine. And that is how we spend the rest of the afternoon, in bed, my boxes left unpacked in the hallway, and neither one of us giving a toss.
* * *
As evening rolls around, Caleb and I are relaxing in the snug, a blanket wrapped around us as we eat ice-cream straight from the tub and talk about nothing in particular, and I feel like I truly have found my home. The warm glow of the lighting makes it romantic, and I hope that we get to enjoy moments like these together forever.
I know how quickly your heart can break, and I will do everything I can to make sure that nothing comes between us this time. Nothing. We’re meant to be, and it’s now so fucking obvious to me that it’s hard to believe that we haven’t been like this for years—together, happy, as one.
“I’m gonna go and make a hot drink. Would you like one?” I ask as I pass him the ice-cream tub and jump up from the sofa.
“Sure.”
“Be back in a sec.” I make my way out of the snug, through the hallway and to the kitchen, where I click the kettle on and busy myself getting two mugs and a spoon whilst I wait. And then I look out over the garden from the kitchen window, not that I can see much because darkness is falling, reminding me that winter will soon be here. In just over a month, it’ll be dark by five o’clock and pretty damn cold, but I don’t mind the winter, knowing that now I’ll be able to come home and snuggle up to Caleb every evening. Yes, I realise we’re still in the ‘new’ stage of our relationship, but I don’t think it will fizzle out too quickly, not after all of the waiting we’ve done.
I’m excited for what is to come for us, for what the future holds in store.
And the biggest hurdle we had to face has been dealt with, kind of, as Caleb told Danny about us after Bliss made him feel like he had no choice. I was expecting to be pissed that I hadn’t been consulted first, but actually, I’m just fucking glad that it’s been done. We’ll deal with whatever comes our way, and we’ll get through it together, because we’re a team.
I chuckle as I picture Marcie rolling her eyes at how sappy I appear to be, something she did yesterday actually, but she can also see just how happy I am, and she tells me that’s all that really matters.
I make the drinks and take them back through to the snug, passing my still unopened boxes as I go. I’ll get to them tomorrow, I’ve got all day seeing as it’s Sunday and I have no plans other than spending it here with Caleb. He’s told me I can put my stamp on anything I like, but apart from putting up a couple of photos and maybe a throw pillow or two, I like the feel of the place as it is.
When I enter the snug, I pass him his drink and he takes it before patting the sofa next to him for me to sit. And we resume talking about nothing in particular and finish off the ice cream and our drinks before Caleb carries me to the bedroom and makes love to me, taking his time and savouring our first night as a couple who both took a leap of faith and decided they deserved their happy ever after.
ChapterThirty-Eight
Cameron
On Monday, we made it official at work by walking in together and holding hands until we reached the marketing floor, where Caleb proceeded to kiss me outside of my office before winking at me and going to his. I’m pretty sure our colleagues have all had a field day with this, but I’m yet to hear anyone say anything negative, and when they do, I’ll tell them how it is and how I didn’t just fuck the boss because I needed a job. Not that I really care what they think though. It’s my life, not theirs.
Tuesday we had dinner with Gran, taking her to a restaurant and spoiling her, which made her fall in love with Caleb a little more. I can see that she’s happy I’ve found him, again, and I know that she will support us no matter what.
Wednesday and Thursday consisted of work and then a lot of sex when we got home… maybe a little in work too because clearly we have no self-control.
Friday, Saturday and Sunday we spent it wrapped up in one another before going to Gran’s for Sunday lunch. It was, all in all, a pretty perfect week.
There has been no drama. There has been no ugly outbursts from a disgruntled ex who feels like the whole world is against them––and I could be talking about either of our ex’s there, by the way. There has just been us, being together, loving one another, and it’s like the things that were weighing us down before have evaporated and left us feeling free. No more hiding. No more secrets. It’s actually quite liberating, and as another week rolls around, I can’t wait for more of the same.
* * *
Except… I should know that when things are going well there is probably a fucking curveball around the corner, and I guess a weeks’ grace was enough to fool me into a false sense of security.
I’ve managed to get through the morning at work relatively easily, but then I guess being shut away in your office means no one can see that you’re a bag of frayed nerves. I’ve been racking my brains since I got to work this morning and saw an unopened envelope on my desk—no postmark or anything, meaning it was hand delivered. An envelope that contained one piece of card that simply said, ‘LEAVE, BITCH’. It completely erased my good mood, and I’ve been trying to think of who would have done this, but there really is only one answer to that question, and I guess I was fooling myself when I thought he would leave us alone. Danny. He’s the only one with a problem with me and Caleb, and I have no doubt in my mind that he’s pissed after Caleb told him we were together.
Just when everything had fallen into place, bam, a fucking curveball, albeit not a very secret one.
With a loud sigh, I lean back in my chair and close my eyes, but the clicking of my door opening has me opening them again, to see Marcie walking in with a frown on her face.
“What’s going on here, Cam? You’ve been hiding out in here all morning,” she begins, not fucking around.
“Come, sit down, I could do with your sassy wit to try and get me out of this funk I’ve been in all morning,” I tell her, and she quickly sits down in the chair on the other side of my desk.
“What’s up? Hating almost married life already?” she teases.