Page 27 of In You

It's Something

Tamryn

Feeling hot, I flinch awake, and look down in shock.

My Savior is sound asleep with my nipple in his mouth.

My brows raise and my eyes slide to his obviously sleeping, yet still handsome face. How did I get in here?

I gasp as his hands grip me harder when he stirs and then groans, sucking me gently for a few seconds before going back to sleep.

I wait for the fear to come, but it doesn't. Even in his sleep he's so gentle.

It's strange, because he's so big and broad.

The niggling common sense I'm growing to trust tells me that though he's harsh at times, deep down inside he's just a softy like me.

We're kindred spirits, he and I.

His arms are shoved under my tank top, one splayed at my shoulder blade and the other cups my ass, holding me pressed against him.

His body is so warm against mine. The neckline of my tank is pulled down enough for my right breast to be completely pulled out, and he groans again.

His teeth scrape lightly against my sensitive flesh, making me whimper as he sucks a little harder this time.

My pussy clenches wantonly, and my eyes widen when I realize I'm painfully aroused.

He's probably been sucking me for a while because I'm really tender.

I'm also very wet between my legs. I'd never thought I'd feel desire again, yet, here I am.

My face heats. The next groan has him shifting again, and right when I fear he's going to wake up, what he does next has my eyes flying wide, "Camilla," he sighs, letting his hard latch on my nipple go and then rolls onto his back, falling back asleep.

A little rush runs through me at the sound of my name flowing through his lips, and I stay perfectly still sandwiched between his arm and Ringo pressed against my back, chancing a peek at him.

Does he dream of me?

I smile, running my fingers lightly through the hair that lays across his forehead. I hope he received whatever comfort he needed from this because he deserves to feel a moment of serenity. Even if he won't remember it. My brows scrunch as I assess him carefully, watching his face go lax.

Okay. Okay, okay. He's asleep.

Looking down at my nipple, I see it's distended and dark, almost bruised, and there's little bruises on the skin of my breasts as well.

A goofy grin widens my face as I slowly get up and swing my leg over Ringo and then slide off the bed, tiptoeing out of the room with both Ringo and Tink on my heels.

In the bathroom, I touch my nipple with wonder, trying to remember when the last time a man's mouth on my breast didn't hurt.

And I frown when I can't. Shaking my head free of the bad thoughts, I wash up quickly and then go into the kitchen, rummaging around in the refrigerator for something to fix for us.

I feed the doggies, sneaking them a soft can of dog food before realizing I have nowhere to put the can inconspicuously.

I roll my lips before flitting outside and stashing it behind a potted plant.

I frown at the sight of several cans out there, and I mentally remind myself to come out here later to throw them away without Caleb seeing.

Realizing I'm outside solo, I freeze, and flick my eyes up to the tree line. A flock of birds fly above, and the wind is crisp and cool as it ruffles my hair against my face. The sunshine hits my skin just right and I close my eyes, tilting my head back even more and take a deep, cleansing breath.

The sunshine is so nice.

It's so serene out here. Peaceful. I smile and then wrap my arms around myself, looking around the little meadow area my Savior's house sits on. Ringo and Tink fly out of the door, barreling down the little porch stairs to roll around with each other in the yard. I smile at their play.

I could get used to this.

"Oh shoot!" I mutter in a panic, turning and running back inside to take the pan of eggs off the burner and blow a relieved breath when I see I didn't burn them.

Feeling my arm throb, I turn to find my medicine and reach over to pick up a pill bottle, eyeing Tamryn's name on there. Must be his sister he told me about.

I shake my head and put it to the side, smiling when I see the pill pack on the counter by the little lamp with my name scrawled on a sticky note.

Right as I'm swallowing it with a bit of orange juice, because the sink isn't working again for some reason, I turn my head, putting the cup down on the table as Caleb walks into the room, running his hand through his damp hair.

He cuts his eyes to me before dragging them down my body, and my pussy becomes heavy with need at the memory of his wet, warm mouth wrapped around my nipple.

Oh God. I'm so fucked. How can I want him to fuck me?

What's wrong with me?

"What's for breakfast, sweetheart?" he asks in a sleepy, hoarse voice, walking past me and chucking me under the chin as he journeys to the cabinet for a glass and pours himself some orange juice.

Maybe…maybe he didn't realize.

I definitely shouldn't tell him.

My face is bright red, I know it. "Smoked salmon, and cream cheese bagels," I reply breathlessly.

"I um, made you a side of eggs too. You know, something a bit more hearty.

" I hurry to make us a plate, pushing his hands away when he goes to do it, muttering about my arm.

I've been operating one handed for a while now, I think I'll be just fine.

My fingers tremble as I put the plate in front of him at the table when I go to sit across from him, and the grin he treats me to makes my knees tremble. I sure am grateful I’m sitting down, otherwise I think I’d be in a puddle on the floor.

I suck in a sharp breath when he leans forward to run his broad hand up my forearm in what I know now is a thank you.

He loves physical touch.

I keep still, watching his hand go almost to the bend in my elbow before he smooths it back down, the tips of his fingers catching on mine before slipping away to grab his coffee mug. He grimaces, and then clears his throat.

"Something wrong?" I ask quietly, watching as he takes the top off the little sugar bowl and scoops exactly one teaspoon out and into his cup before stirring it.

"No," he says simply. "I've just been finding I've been needing a little more sweetness lately." My brows raise and a little grin breaks across my face that I try to hide by pressing my mouth to my shoulder. "What?" he asks with a laugh, his eyes lighting up with amusement. "What is it?"

"Nothing," I say, picking up my bagel and taking a small bite.

"It's something," he grins.

No freaking way I can tell him about this morning, I'd die of embarrassment. I shake my head. "I promise it's…it's nothing," I say with a self-conscious half-laugh of my own, hunching my shoulders up as I duck my head and put my gaze to my plate.

My face heats up even more and I nibble my bottom lip, looking at him from beneath my lashes, wondering what it'd be like to kiss him. The longer we stare at each other, the more my mind races until my shyness is overrun by a sudden flash of anxiety.

I tilt my head as a thought hits me; he hasn't tried to fuck me since I've been here.

"Caleb, I…" I say as I stare, putting my bagel down slowly, horrified. "Caleb, am I never going to be able to leave?"

My heart thumps heavily in my chest. It's just now truly occurring to me that I may actually be stuck here.

With him. And may never have sex again. Once I'm done healing, I have nowhere to go.

No one to touch me. My mind goes back to this morning where he was sucking my nipple and I get sad, thinking I won't ever have intimacy again.

Like real intimacy. Not the fake kind where he's asleep and doesn't know what he's doing.

The kind of deep love that only exists in Edgar Allen Poe poems, and Jane Austin books.

I don't even think he wants me. He hasn't tried to touch me. Consciously, I mean.

A look of shame crosses his face before, "you can't leave, sweetheart."

"You can trust me," I whisper.

My fingers twitch when I go to reach for his hand but then stop myself at the last moment, pulling away.

He catches the action, and then puts his attention back to his plate.

His throat works hard as he just stares for a moment.

So many thoughts flicker between his eyes, but none he volunteers to share with me.

I sigh, picking my bagel back up, barely tasting it as I take another nibble.

A few hours later I'm in my room, sulking on my bed as the rain gently hits the window pane.

Caleb put a television in here so that I don't need to feel like I have to go into the living room, and I have streaming access.

Some show I could care less about flickers on the television, but I'm too lost in my thoughts to worry about how many shows I've run through without paying attention.

So lost, that when a knock sounds at the door, it startles me.

"Sweetheart?"

My heart beats a little faster at the sound of Caleb's voice.

It's hesitant, miles from the assertive, cocky tone he'd used at the Captor's home when I first met him.

And I must say, I love vulnerable Caleb.

I want to protect him. It's probably sick, and wishful thinking after everything I've gone through with the Captor but…

I want him to want me.

"Come in," I call, rolling to my side on the deep green comforter, not bothering to sit up.

The door opens, and he walks in barefoot. I love this about him, the fact that he's so relaxed and open in his home. So at ease. A man who loves his space makes it shine, and you can tell his home sparkles just like his heart does.

Caleb steps forward a few feet, his eyes locking with mine as he journeys closer. "Are you okay?"

I nod, exhaling a breath. "Yeah, I'm okay." I blink, furrowing my brow. "Are you okay?"

"Yes." His gaze slides to the television before returning back to mine, and he clears his throat softly, folding his arms. "I was just wondering what you were up to?"