Page 63 of The Billionaire's Runaway Bride

Then he plants his feet flat on the mattress, spreading my legs wider apart. I thread my fingers into his hair and grip. I need something to hold on to at the probing pressure of his head entering me.

“Like this.” He growls as he bucks up again, thrusting up into me. “Just like this, sweetheart.”

I moan in reply, lax and eager for him to show me. His thighs harden and I feel his muscles tense as he pushes all the way into me. To the hilt. I widen my legs even more, grinding my pussy over him, sucking him in.

“Like this,” I agree.

“Simple,” he reminds me, although his ragged breaths suggest otherwise.

“Yeah,” I mumble weakly, beyond the point of forming thoughts or speaking anything that makes sense.

As he hugs me to his hard chest, I kiss him hard. I can’t get enough of him. I’m not trapped. His arms are like steel vise grips around me, but I snuggle in closer. I nuzzle his face and suck on his tongue. I never want to leave his arms or miss out on the exquisite stretch of his big dick deep inside me.

We come together a few blissful moments later, and as I lie there on top of him, evening out my breaths, I question how I ever thought I could leave him and this soul-clutching connection we have.

I wake in the middle of the night, wondering once again how I can or if I should leave him.

A nightmare about Jeremy chasing me up the mountain startled me from my sleep. I lie there, careful not to rouse Caleb, and wonder how I can possibly make this choice.

Leave or stay?

Jeremy or Caleb?

No. It’s not a decision between the men. I don’t want Jeremy. Trying to pick between Jeremy and Caleb is more of a debate between following what’s expected of me or daring to go for what I want.

I stare at him sleeping, his brow slightly creased with worry even in sleep.

Stroking my finger over the lines, I wish I could smooth away every concern. Instead, I know that if I stay, I’ll only be inviting more trouble for his life. He doesn’t deserve that drama.

What do I do?

My phone pings, and the noise is so unexpected that I can’t place it at first. Before it can wake Caleb, I grab it from my nightstand and peer at the messages.

Aubrey: I’m so sorry, L.

Aubrey: I can’t believe he did this. I will NEVER forgive him.

Aubrey: He came to the school I work at, demanding to know where you are. I wouldn’t tell him anything. He pissed me off so much when he followed me as I went to lunch. Then he bothered me there, too. He knew the school’s security guards couldn’t kick him out there.

Aubrey: He grabbed my purse when I was checking out. It was this big commotion. Everyone was yelling. But he grabbed my phone. He must have seen the location of your call and knew it was suspicious. I didn’t save it as your name or anything, but when I found my phone on the counter, I saw the screen was locked on the call details of where you called me from.

Aubrey: If he uses that to hunt you down, he’s dead. I swear, I’ll kill him.

Aubrey: Please. Call me. Or text me. I’m worried he’ll find you.

My heart shatters. The pieces twist as I lie there in dread. I was right. He would’ve gone to any lengths. And now he’s harassing my best friend, too.

No one is safe from him. I bet if I try to stay, he’ll badger Marian and everyone in this amazing bed-and-breakfast too.

Caleb shifts in his sleep, hugging me close.

Tears streak down my cheeks, hot and slow.

Can I choose freedom with Caleb and risk more drama? Or should I go with Jeremy and spare my friends more suffering?

Chapter 25

Caleb

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