Page 6 of Legally Loved

"Too rich for you?" One sneers as she reaches for it and gives it a tug. This, of course, causes it to spray all over them as I’d removed my version of a cork.

I hear Grace crack up which makes me grin. “Oops, sorry,” I respond, my tone saying the opposite. They’re too concerned about their clothing to listen as I return to Grace's side.

"You're a bad influence," she informs me, which is quickly followed by her pleading with me to never change. I assure her I won’t, then remind myself I can get through the gala. Besides, I’ll have Caleb with me. I feel like together, we just might be able to do the impossible.

Chapter 6

Halo

Following a hot shower, I use the towel to wipe off the mirror. Once my attire had been chosen, Grace and I returned to her and Clive’s house where Caleb and I spent the rest of the afternoon working out a plan. Which was pretty much a moot point as Caleb’s last name will make it easy. I think they did it more to occupy my mind than anything else. The biggest risk is in hoping that Sean doesn’t recognize me. I don’t remember seeing him at the trial, but him knowing who I am and what I look like isn’t out of the realm of possibility. If he does, I’ll play dumb.

The bathroom door opens and a boxer-clad Caleb fills the now seemingly small space. He stares at me, taking in my naked body. With all we’ve done to each other, I'm not in the least embarrassed. I do, however, tease him. "Why don’t you just take a picture?"

"I don't need to,” he replies with a smirk. “Since you’re always going to be mine, I don’t need to. I’ll be able to see the real thing whenever I want.” Caleb crowds closer me, apparently unconcerned that I’m still wet.

"Unless I go back to jail," I jokingly remind him. Unfazed, he shrugs and declares that I have a good lawyer. “You’re a prosecutor, not a public defender,” I correct him. Unperturbed, he runs his palms down my arms until he reaches my hips. As soon as I feel his hard cock against my ass, I’m turned on. Knowing this, he spins me around and sets me on the counter. Stepping between my splayed legs, he kisses me passionately as he pushes his boxers off. I can smell the soap from his earlier shower and I breathe it in, already addicted to his scent. But it’s his heart that I love most. His selflessness in helping me, something no one has ever done for me before.

I plead with him to take me, and no sooner have the words left me than he’s sliding me to the edge and lining his tip at my core. “This is going to be quick,” he warns me a second before he thrusts deep. He fucks me hard and fast, unerringly hitting the right spots as my climax nears. He isn’t far behind me as he gropes my breasts and ass while he pounds into me. When we come, his filling me completely, we’re out of breath and my head is resting on his shoulder. Somewhat recovered, he moves to kiss me, then helps me stand. His grin as he says, “Sorry for mauling you,” tells me he isn’t in the least. I assure him I enjoyed it.

"We need to get ready,” he adds, resigned to what’s next. “We can't be late."

"That would be so uncivilized of us." He strokes my face and chides me to play nice, though he knows how difficult that will be. Then he snickers and leaves the room. Alone once more, I take in my mussed wet hair, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips. “You got this, girl.” Then I put on my makeup, thankful I refused Caleb’s generous yet silly offer to have someone do it for me.

As prepared as I can be, I walk toward the living room where Caleb, reminiscent of James Bond in his tuxedo, is waiting for me. Taking him in, I have to admit maybe I could get used to dressing up after all when this is what I get to see. As his eyes fall on me, they widen and his jaw drops open in shock.

"Baby, you look stunning. How the hell am I going to hide my reaction to you all damn night?” Before he can touch my mouth with his, I stop him.

"Not so fast, suit. You aren’t messing up my lipstick." The deep red shade, which matches the rose on my thigh that’s visible through the slit, pops against the black of my gown.

He groans, stating with a pout, “You’re killing me.” Seeing I’m not going to budge, he huffs. “Fine. Let’s get this over with. The faster we’re done, the sooner I can fuck you. I can’t wait to see that color smeared all over me.” Now I’m just as aroused and wanting the same thing, but we head downstairs to the limo and get in instead.

When we arrive, I feel as if I’ve entered another dimension, one that contains nothing but the most luxurious of items. I can’t imagine living like this every day. I glance at Caleb and realize that he’s enjoying himself, or appearing to. I think it’s more the way the hoity-toity are responding to my visible tattoos. Clive and Grace make great buffers, though they clearly feel as out of place as we do. I’ve been trying not to seek out Sean, knowing Caleb will tell me when he spots him, but it’s not easy.

Our party of four is standing near the bar, nursing our beverages, when an older couple makes a beeline toward us. Caleb’s mumbled, “Oh hell,” let’s me know who they are.

"Satan and his mistress are coming in hot. Guess that’s your parents." He confirms they are as he chuckles at my description of them.

"That’s our cue to beat it,” Clive informs us as he takes Grace’s hand and leads her elsewhere.

"Caleb, isn't this a surprise?" His mother greets him, her smile obviously insincere.

"Mother, father," Caleb responds in a cold and distant voice.

"If you’re tired of making it on your own, you're more than welcome to return to the fold," his father insultingly offers. Ignoring it, Caleb introduces me and I attempt to shake their hands, yet neither accept it. If I thought that slight made him furious, it’s nothing compared to what his mother’s next words cause.

"A common bar whore with ink, really? Haven’t you outgrown this rebelliousness?” Her sigh is so dramatic it should win an award.

Unable to let it stand, knowing I need to cement my place by his side right away, I inform her, “If you’d been in my cell, you’d be my bitch within a day.” Caleb chokes on his drink as his father sputters about jail.

"I'm on parole actually." Then I smile and put my arm around Caleb’s waist. "Now, if you’ll excuse us, I think your son and I need to find a room to go fuck in." I can hear their shock and outrage as we leave them. Mission accomplished.

Caleb cracks up, barely able to get out, "They will not forget that encounter any time soon."

"Good, I want them to remember me."

"Baby, you are unforgettable," he reassures me, but his grin fades as he looks over my shoulder. Shifting, I see Sean, holding court with a group of people. He seems as if he doesn’t have a care in the world as he laughs and enjoys whatever is in his glass. I’m seething as I watch him live it up while my innocent brother rots behind bars. Caleb’s touch soothes me. "Relax and follow my lead," he suggests as he puts his drink on a passing tray.

Together, we head his direction and greetings are exchanged, Caleb’s last name gaining Sean’s interest. Not once does he glance at me, nor ask who I am as Caleb never said. We don’t want to draw attention to me or Harry, so this is how we decided to play it. I watch in awe as Caleb discusses the murder without raising his curiosity or pushing too hard. I listen and observe, noting the holes in Sean’s story. Unfortunately, as it continues, he starts to act as if something is off and his eyes shoot toward me. I attempt to keep the figurative death glare from mine, finding it easier to do when I realize Clive has stopped near us and is eavesdropping. As the conversation lands on Sean’s inheritance, he abruptly makes an exit.

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