Page 30 of Forgotten Dreams

My hand comes up to cup her cheek, and I stop. “My hands are dirty,” I tell her, looking at the white powder on it, along with some of the putty, “and I don’t want to touch you with dirty hands.”

“You can come with me and wash them upstairs in the bathroom,” she suggests. I nod at her as she walks toward the stairs, and I follow her up the steps, the bottle in one hand and the folded newspaper in the other.

“This is my bedroom.” She winks at me jokingly, opening one of the two doors and stepping in. “As if you didn’t remodel it. But now I have furniture in it. Although, it’s not done yet.” She looks over her shoulder. “I was thinking of getting a plush rug or something.” I step in and stare at the king-sized bed with the big gray headboard. The thick white cover on the bed with soft pink throw pillows makes it look like once you lie down, you won’t get up. The mirrored side table adds a modern look to the room, even with the antique chandelier. “You know where the bathroom is.” She points to the side and I nod, walking past her bed and to the bathroom.

I see her stuff all around one sink and walk over to turn on the water before grabbing the soap. I wash my hands and grab one of the towels, drying them off before walking back to her. I find her sitting on the little bench in front of her bed. Her jacket is tossed onto the bed so she’s in just a tank top, her shoes kicked off and to the side of the bench, while she has one foot tucked under her and the other swinging as she takes a sip of wine. “You think me looking for my parents is a bad idea?” she asks me when she hears me walking back into the room.

“I don’t know what to think,” I answer her honestly. “Sometimes things just happen, and we have to let them. Sort of let sleeping dogs lie or something like that. This might be one of them, just like my mother.” I walk over and sit down next to her on the bench. Her folded touching my upper thigh. “She was married to this guy before my dad.” She looks at me. “He died in a car accident shortly after they were married. Sad story, right?” Her hand goes to my arm, as she nods. “It gets worse, she then found out she wasn’t really married to him. He had a whole-ass separate family and was living a lie with my mother. He literally was living a second life and she had no idea.” She gasps. “It worked out in the end since she met my dad and then had me. You want to hear the weirdest part out of all of that?”

“There is a weirder part than that?” she asks with humor in her voice.

“My uncle Blake”—she waits for it—“he married the wife, my aunt Samantha. They have four kids together, two are from the guy who died, but we don’t mention that, and two are with each other.”

“Shut the fuck up.” She pushes my shoulder, and I laugh.

“Theo is their son,” I say and she gasps out. “Why do you want to find out who your parents are?” I ask her softly.

“I don’t know.” She takes a sip of wine. “I kind of want to know why. Why did they give me away? Why didn’t they want me? Why go out of your way to carry me for nine months and just throw me away?” She looks down at her hands and then back at me, and I see the one tear rolling down her cheek. “Why?”

I pick up my hand and stop the tear from rolling all the way down her face, catching it with my thumb. “I don’t know, baby,” I say softly, “but it’s their fucking loss.” I lean in and kiss her lips. “You are so beautiful, you take my breath away. You are funny, smart, kind, a pain in my ass, snarky, and I know that I hardly know you, but fuck, you might just be fucking perfect.”

She smiles. “You’re just saying that to get into my pants.” She tries to make a joke out of it.

I shake my head. “Are you going to let me into your pants, or are you going to pretend this thing between us isn’t going to happen?”

“It’s just—” she starts to say, and I stop her from talking when I lean in and slide my tongue into her mouth. With the taste of wine on her lips, she leans in and kisses me back. Our tongues dance gently with each other. My other hand comes up to hold her other cheek, and I want to bend her back and lie on top of her.

But with the bottle of wine in her hand, I can’t, so I let her lips go. “I’m going to go before I do something you aren’t ready for.”

I get up, and she looks up at me. “And you’re ready for it?”

“Baby,” I say softly, my hand coming up to trail my fingertips on her cheek, “I was ready the second I laid eyes on you.” I bend to kiss her lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Chapter 15

Sierra

“Baby.” The way he says that nickname, a couple of things happen at the same time. One, my knees almost give out, and then the second is the flutter happening in my stomach. His hand comes up, and his fingertips trail my cheek. “I was ready the second I laid eyes on you.” I watch as he bends to kiss my lips. My eyes luckily stay open because it’s so soft I wouldn’t have felt it. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He turns to walk out of the room, my eyes going to his perfect fucking ass. “Caleb,” I call his name, and he looks over his shoulder. His mouth goes into a smirk as he turns, and my feet are moving before my head can tell them not to. I swing my hips side to side, the courage courtesy of the half a bottle of wine I drank. I get on my tippy-toes, my hand going to his chest and then up into his hair before I press my chest to his. I bite his lower lip right before I slide my tongue into his mouth. One of his hands goes to the side of my neck, the other goes to my ass as he squeezes and pulls me even closer to him. His cock hardens for me, and I raise one leg and cock it over his hip. The hand on my ass now wraps around my waist as he picks me up off my feet. My legs wrap around his waist before he walks back to my bed, and instead of throwing me on the bed like I want him to do, he turns and sits down on the bench I have right in front of the bed. I unwrap my legs from around his waist as my head turns to the other side to deepen the kiss, and I get on my knees, straddling him.

I move my hips up and down, making us both moan as his hand goes to my ass, and he squeezes and moves my hips up and down. “God,” I groan when I let go of his mouth for a second, but then I want it back. My hands go into his hair as I kiss him with everything I have. Fuck, this man can fucking kiss. He kisses the ever-loving shit out of me as I grind on his cock as if we’re both in high school. His hands move from my ass to my sides and then up as he cups my tits in his hands. My nipples strain to get out of my bra. He pushes down one side of my bodysuit, taking the bra with him. His hand now kneads my naked breast, rolling my nipple, sending a shock right through me and straight to my clit. “Caleb,” I mutter as he lets go of my mouth and bends his head to take my nipple into his mouth. My hips move up and down his cock as he pushes the other side down and takes the other nipple into his mouth. I close my eyes, my fingers in the back of his hair as he plays with one nipple while biting the other one, then sucking it into his mouth.

“Baby,” he says, trailing his tongue from one nipple to the other as I look down and watch him bite it before twirling his tongue around it. I close my eyes, and my head falls back as I rotate my hips against him. I can’t help but moan as he moves his hips at the same time. My covered clit moves side to side and up and down on his cock. Wanting to feel it skin to skin is excruciating.

He wraps one arm around my waist, pushing me even harder down on him, while the other one runs up my back and into my hair. He fists his hand, pulling my hair even more, giving him access to my neck. He sucks right next to my nipple before trailing his tongue and kisses all the way to my collarbone. He nibbles on it before he moves to my neck. My whole body feels like I’ll explode from his touch.

Every single time I feel his tongue on my skin, I get a shiver, and then it shoots through me, and I want him to bury himself inside me. I don’t think I’ve ever been this gone for a man before. “Caleb,” I moan, my hips moving faster and faster.

“Yeah, baby,” he replies softly, letting go of my hair and moving both hands so they grip my hips, helping to move me on his cock. He looks up at me, and I move my mouth to take his. Our tongues go around and around as I arch my back.

My nipple grazes his gray T-shirt and aches to be touched. It’s like he knows my body because the minute I think that, his hands go from my hips to my tits, kneading them right before he rolls both nipples at the same time. His thumb and forefinger playing with them, he pinches, he rolls, and it’s got me so hot and bothered I have to let go of his mouth to pant out. “Oh God,” I moan, and he chuckles.

“It’s Caleb, baby,” he corrects, and I feel his tongue roll around a nipple before he takes it into his mouth. It’s all so much—his finger, his touch, being in his arms. And just like that, I open my eyes to watch him when I come. I moan out my release, my hips moving until I’m done, my eyes fluttering closed. “Fuck,” he murmurs, and my eyes spring open, “I can’t wait to sink into you and make you come on my cock.”

One side of my head screams girl, same, while the other side screams I just dry humped him. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” I try not to make eye contact with him. But he doesn’t let me off the hook that easily.

He cups my cheek, moving my head up so I’m looking at him. “It’s going to fucking happen.” His eyes hood over with lust and a little twinkle.

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