Page 48 of Caught in His Sights

But then something vibrates, and I tense. Does Caleb have something else hidden away with plans to torment me?

His curse fills the air, and his hand spreads over my lower back to hold me in place as he answers his cell with an irritated bark. “What do you want, Aaiden?”

A pause of silence follows as Caleb listens to his cousin, and his blunt head teases my entrance.

I moan, wiggling in invitation. I don’t care if he’s on the phone so long as he doesn’t stop.

“I’m busy,” he snaps, and then—oh God—he slams into me just like I wanted.

My loud, unrestrained cry of pleasure echoes in the living room, the hot breadth of Caleb’s cock filling me so full I feel him in my stomach.

“What do you think it was?” Caleb rocks into me with purposeful thrusts. “I told you, I’m busy.”

That his cousin can hear us only turns me on more, and I moan again. “Harder, Alpha.”

Another spank lands on my already tender flesh. “You’re being greedy.”

Caleb continues speaking into the phone, raising his voice to be heard over my moans. “Fine, if it’s really that urgent, then I need a babysitter while I’m gone.”

Offended, I rear up in protest.

“Back into position, or I’ll stop,” Caleb warns, his tone brooking no argument.

Shivering, I drop back over the arm of the couch, and Caleb grinds against my ass, stirring up my insides.

“I’ll be ready in ten, so have someone I trust here before then.” A second later, his phone bounces onto the cushion in front of me, and I see Aaiden’s name still on the screen.

He didn’t hang up.

“You have five minutes, Oliver.” Caleb grips my hips with enough pressure to leave the imprint of his fingertips behind. “Make me come, or I’m chaining you back to the bed.”

Then he fucks me hard, and the call stays live until I scream my release.

I shift uncomfortably in the executive chair, Liam’s intense stare making it difficult to focus on my work for VanishingVoice.

The air in the office feels stifling, every tick of the clock an unwelcome reminder of Caleb’s absence, which leaves me at the mercy of his older brother.

Twenty minutes ago, Liam had arrived while I was cleaning up and Caleb was changing into an all-black outfit like the one he wore when he came to kill me.

His introduction to Liam came with a warning that all the cameras in the house were active, and he would know if the tracker on my nape guard was tampered with.

Liam had rolled his eyes in a mirror image of Damien’s expression only an hour earlier and reminded Caleb that he’d set up the security system himself.

Then, with a thigh-trembling kiss and a command to behave, Caleb departed through the garage, leaving me alone with my babysitter.

Liam props his ankle on one knee, resting his chin on his hand as he studies me. “So, you’re the reporter my baby brother was supposed to kill.”

I suck on my cheeks for a moment before responding. “From my understanding, he was told to take care of me, and he’s exceeding expectations.”

A smirk forms on Liam’s face. “So I heard from Aaiden. Is that something you’re into? Are you hoping to be passed around?”

My hands clench into fists hard enough for my nails to dig into my palms, and I glare at him. “If Caleb decides to fuck me on the boardroom table in front of the entire Rockford clan to show everyone who I belong to, I’m down for it, but there will be no sharing.”

I wait for the burn of shame in admitting my kink, but it never comes. Caleb’s so confident in his desires and supportive of what works for me that it leaves no room to worry about other people’s opinions.

Liam arches an eyebrow, enjoying my anger. “Even if it’s what Caleb wants?”

My fists loosen, and I break eye contact to focus on my laptop screen. “He doesn’t.”

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