Safe With Me |18+

I'm All Yours. 🌶️

I made my way to the kitchen and saw Caleb frying onions in the pan. I bit my lip, smiling as he stirred the pot with his strong arms.

How can someone look so hot without even trying? His gorgeous curls landed in front of his face again and his shirt was wet from all the sweat he let out.

It stuck to his torso, accentuating his abs. Fuck. Fuck. What I'd do to have his body against mine. Fucking body ache.

I sat in front of him and I leaned my chin on my hand. "Hi." I said. He looked up and he smiled sweetly. "I thought I told you to sit on the couch."

"I know, but I wanted to keep you company. Plus I do enjoy seeing you cook." I grinned. He chuckled and poured the chicken into the pot.

"Well, I could totally live here." He said. I scoffed. "The mess would be immaculate." He stirred the pot and rolled his eyes. He covered it and he walked towards me, trailing his fingers on the counter.

He stood behind me and I turned my chair to look at him. He tilted his head and smiled. "You're a handful. No different than El." I smirked.

"You know, she got it from me." "Hmm." He nodded.

He split my legs apart and pressed himself against me. I took a deep breath as he pressed his hands on either side of me on the counter.

He leaned towards me and I could tell, he was clenching his arms. His veins came out perfectly under his perfectly toned skin and he kissed my neck softly.

I bit my lip as he licked my earlobe, with a little bit of arousal spreading around me.

"Caleb..."

"Fuck, you really gotta say my name?" He asked, breathing down my neck. My breath got heavier as he inched his way down my shirt.

He kissed my collar bone, not letting me escape from his trap. He slowly came back up to my neck and kissed my cheek, trailing to my nose.

"You smell like bleach and chicken, Caleb.."

"Don't fucking ruin this." He whispered, pressing his soft peachy lips against mine. I cupped his cheeks, pulling him closer to me and locking my arms around his neck.

He leaned against me, pressing his chest against mine. I parted my lips as he snaked his tongue inside. I moaned, softly as he sucked on my lip and tugged it towards him.

"Caleb..."

"What?" He asked, peppering kisses down my neck. "The chicken, Caleb." I said. "Fuck." I chuckled. "And once again." He uttered.

He placed a small kiss on my lips again before walking back to the stove. I stood up and I pushed my hair back. "I'll hit the shower. I need to get the hospital smell off me."

"Sure." He winked and I smirked, turning back upstairs. I filled the bathtub with water and I stripped down my clothes. I plunged into the hot water and washed my pain away.

No more violence. No More pain. Just comfort. After this week. Hopefully.

**

I walked to my bedroom and noticed the pool of blood at the foot of the bed, on the floor. Fuck. I got dressed and I grabbed the mop and cleaned it. I grabbed the bleach from my bathroom and poured it around, wiping and getting rid of the stench of blood.

I walked downstairs and Caleb stared at me as he poured the chicken onto the plates. "Wow. You look..."

"I forgot there was blood upstairs. I cleaned it."

"What? You could've told me." He placed the pot on the counter and walked towards me.

"It's fine. It wasn't a lot." "It doesn't matter. I could've cleaned it." He held out his hand. I took it and he slowly helped me to the couch.