Page 26 of Blood
While my mind is busy arguing with itself, the decision is made for me when the bathroom door opens.
My brain turns off, and all rational thought leaves me.
I should leave. I know I should. Instead? I drop and roll.
I barely fit under the wooden bed. Silently, I lay on my stomach, covering my mouth with my hand when Kaleb’s bare feet appear to the right of me.
Air lodges in my lungs, refusing to leave. My whole body is afraid that he’ll catch me.
Is it fear?I don’t answer the little voice in the back of my mind. I don’t have to. We both know I’m sopping wet.
My brows furrow. There’s fresh blood on the soles of his feet.
Mostly theirs. Mostly.
Kaleb’s injured, and my guts twist. I should help him. This is silly. The man just protected Shelby and me. Why am I hiding under his bed like he’s some kind of animal?
I roll my eyes. I’m so dramatic. Stretching my arm out toward him, I open my mouth but snap it shut as his pajama pants pool at his ankles.
I snatch my arm back.
Heat flushes my face, spreading down my neck to my chest the second his loud groan fills the room.
“Fuck,” he pants.
Oh. My. God.
My face and chest aren’t the only things heating up. My lower stomach flares, my clit pulses, and my pussy weeps.
Kaleb pants, his feet disappearing from my vision when he moves toward the end of the bed. Squeezing my eyes closed, I cover my ears, but there’s no blocking out his pleasure-filled pants.
I hear him spit and hiss again, his tugging frantic.
“Sam.”
It’s quiet and moaned, but the sound of my name is clear. My ears ring.
I gasp in shock.
The room stills.Oops.
“Ahhh,” I scream, startled when a hand clamps around my right ankle.
“What did I say, Samantha?” Kaleb chuckles. I barely recognize his voice. Husky and deep, it pulls at my core.
Another scream rips from me when he starts to pull me out from under the bed. I claw at the wooden floor, desperate to gain leverage.
It’s useless. My nails scratch, my top bunching under my breasts. Large hands clamp onto my thigh for better leverage and pull me the rest of the way out.
Kaleb lifts my hips, forcing me to my knees.
Strong fingers rip at my shorts, shoving them over my ass and down my legs as far as they’ll go with how I’m positioned.
“Kaleb, wait!” I plead. “It’s me, Sam.”
I reach back blindly to pull up my shorts and panties, but his hand just knocks mine away with a sharp slap. The sound of his hand hitting my ass registers before I feel it.
“It’s Sam.” I try again, my voice turning teary.
