think my issues are with Emma and you're wrong. Dead wrong. Think, Caleb. I was supposed to protect that woman and ended up getting myself hurt and she ended up pulled from her own house; this house. You think she needs me around as a daily reminder of that?"
For someone who’s known for his insight, I’m doing a piss poor job with Katie. Walking over to her chair, I sink to my knees in front of her and grab her hands.
"First off, you know damn well you don't carry the burden of what happened here last year, and if not, let me remind you that no one., and I mean no one , holds you responsible, so those thoughts better end right now. Secondly, it's pretty obvious I'm blind when it comes to you. All day I've been out of sorts, saying and doing the wrong things; putting my foot in and misjudging you. Then when I try to make it right, it just seems to have the opposite outcome."
Katie pulls her hands from mine and rolls her chair back to create some distance
"You don't have to do anything, Caleb, don't you see? I appreciate it, I really do, but I should be taking care of myself. Instead, I've been lugged around like a piece of baggage no one’s sure where to put so it’s not in the way. I don't want to rely on you, Gus, and certainly not Emma!"
The woman in equal parts infuriates and excites me; it's always been this way. Single-minded, argumentative, and so damn self-reliant, with that hint of vulnerability that brings out the urge to protect in me. I get up off the floor, taking in the fire in her green eyes, a blush high on her otherwise pale cheeks, and her pointy little chin lifted in defiance. The fact that her short feathery dark hair and soft body make her look like a pin up version of Peter Pan doesn't make her less formidable or challenging.
"Fuck Katie, no one is asking you to rely on me or anyone else. I know you’re quite capable of taking care of yourself, but looking out for you is simply something I have to do."
"Arghh. You can be such a caveman! I don't want to be this obligation you have to fulfill," she throws up her hands in frustration.
A fucking obligation? That's what she thinks she is to me? Aggravated beyond reason, and determined to get my point across, I hold her eyes with mine while I unbutton my jeans and shove them down my hips.
"Does this look like something caused by an 'obligation’?" I grab my hard cock and pump a few times, feeling myself harden more as her eyes slowly slide down and look at my obvious arousal.
"Jesus, Caleb." She mutters.
"Well?" I press, but when I still don't get a satisfying answer, I take a few steps to where she sits in her wheelchair, grab her hand and wrap it around my dick. I almost go weak at the knees feeling her small, soft hand against my hot flesh.
"Feel that? Does it feel like I’m doing you a favor here, Katie? Does it feel to you I'm here for pity? Does it?" My anger now slipping out, I barely notice Katie moving forward in her chair and I suddenly feel the wet heat of her tongue tasting the head of my cock.
"Holy shit, ahhh... little one. I haven't even kissed you yet."
Holy crap! What just happened?
One minute we’re in a heated argument and the next, we’re in the middle of a heated... something else altogether. The sight of that man is stirring, the thick midnight black hair he keeps closely cropped to his head with hints of silver over his ears, the sizeable straight nose and fine wrinkles that fan out from his uniquely hazel eyes, the strong long body, but seeing him with his pants down and his big hand wrapped around that magnificent cock shifts something inside me. Moisture pools in my mouth and between my legs almost instantly, and I don't resist when he wraps my hand around his rock-hard heat. Fuck me, but it's been too long. The man in front of me, the temptation in all that he is – his beauty, his unique scent – already so safe and familiar has me leaning in for a taste. Ah, yes. As soon as my tongue touches the crown of
For someone who’s known for his insight, I’m doing a piss poor job with Katie. Walking over to her chair, I sink to my knees in front of her and grab her hands.
"First off, you know damn well you don't carry the burden of what happened here last year, and if not, let me remind you that no one., and I mean no one , holds you responsible, so those thoughts better end right now. Secondly, it's pretty obvious I'm blind when it comes to you. All day I've been out of sorts, saying and doing the wrong things; putting my foot in and misjudging you. Then when I try to make it right, it just seems to have the opposite outcome."
Katie pulls her hands from mine and rolls her chair back to create some distance
"You don't have to do anything, Caleb, don't you see? I appreciate it, I really do, but I should be taking care of myself. Instead, I've been lugged around like a piece of baggage no one’s sure where to put so it’s not in the way. I don't want to rely on you, Gus, and certainly not Emma!"
The woman in equal parts infuriates and excites me; it's always been this way. Single-minded, argumentative, and so damn self-reliant, with that hint of vulnerability that brings out the urge to protect in me. I get up off the floor, taking in the fire in her green eyes, a blush high on her otherwise pale cheeks, and her pointy little chin lifted in defiance. The fact that her short feathery dark hair and soft body make her look like a pin up version of Peter Pan doesn't make her less formidable or challenging.
"Fuck Katie, no one is asking you to rely on me or anyone else. I know you’re quite capable of taking care of yourself, but looking out for you is simply something I have to do."
"Arghh. You can be such a caveman! I don't want to be this obligation you have to fulfill," she throws up her hands in frustration.
A fucking obligation? That's what she thinks she is to me? Aggravated beyond reason, and determined to get my point across, I hold her eyes with mine while I unbutton my jeans and shove them down my hips.
"Does this look like something caused by an 'obligation’?" I grab my hard cock and pump a few times, feeling myself harden more as her eyes slowly slide down and look at my obvious arousal.
"Jesus, Caleb." She mutters.
"Well?" I press, but when I still don't get a satisfying answer, I take a few steps to where she sits in her wheelchair, grab her hand and wrap it around my dick. I almost go weak at the knees feeling her small, soft hand against my hot flesh.
"Feel that? Does it feel like I’m doing you a favor here, Katie? Does it feel to you I'm here for pity? Does it?" My anger now slipping out, I barely notice Katie moving forward in her chair and I suddenly feel the wet heat of her tongue tasting the head of my cock.
"Holy shit, ahhh... little one. I haven't even kissed you yet."
Holy crap! What just happened?
One minute we’re in a heated argument and the next, we’re in the middle of a heated... something else altogether. The sight of that man is stirring, the thick midnight black hair he keeps closely cropped to his head with hints of silver over his ears, the sizeable straight nose and fine wrinkles that fan out from his uniquely hazel eyes, the strong long body, but seeing him with his pants down and his big hand wrapped around that magnificent cock shifts something inside me. Moisture pools in my mouth and between my legs almost instantly, and I don't resist when he wraps my hand around his rock-hard heat. Fuck me, but it's been too long. The man in front of me, the temptation in all that he is – his beauty, his unique scent – already so safe and familiar has me leaning in for a taste. Ah, yes. As soon as my tongue touches the crown of
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