Suicide Notes

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Anna-

Exhausted, I'd lost track of how many times Caleb and I had made love through the night. All I knew was now that we'd crossed this line, we couldn't seem to get enough of each other. Once again, I had no first-hand knowledge, but I was pretty sure Caleb was some type of god when it came to sex. He played my body just like he did his guitar, masterfully. Of course, there were several times I had him singing my praises too, as I explored his body with my mouth—much the same as he had mine. This new, intimate connection between us was exhilarating and I was as insatiable as he was.

Languidly lying cuddled in his arms on my narrow bed, I wondered what the future would hold for us. We hadn't really talked about any of that. Did he still want me to move in with him? Or, did he want to take things slower, after everything that had happened.

I only knew I wanted to be with him, wherever he was. "Are you awake?" I whispered, softly.

"Barely," he muttered. "You wore me out last night."

I laughed. "I wore you out? Right. It's a good thing you were able to go buy more condoms or we would've been in trouble."

"Yes, we would've, because there was no way I was stopping." His hand slid up my bare stomach to my chest and he fondled me, squeezing lightly.

Sighing, I close my eyes for a few seconds to relish his playing. "I'm sorry I didn't ask earlier, but I was a little preoccupied. You said you were here on business. What for?"

"An agent came to see us play in Seattle. His label wants to sign us. They brought all of us down here to show us around their studio and to discuss particulars."

Rolling over so I could face him, I hugged him tightly. "Caleb! That's wonderful news! I'm so happy for you!"

He sighed, embracing me back and kissing my neck. "I'm not. I don't want to do this without you. Come with me to the meeting today and let them hear you sing with us. You were the whole reason we got the look in the first place."

"I was?" I asked, surprised by that.

"Yeah. He said someone had called and told him about Fringe, and you in particular."

"It sounds like you didn't need my help. I've always said you were good enough to front the band, but you wouldn't listen to me."

He shrugged. "It never really was my thing. Guitar has always been my first love."

"I thought I was your first love," I teased, kissing him lightly, and he laughed.

"You are. My first and only love. You know what I mean."

His words made my heart soar and I kissed him again. "What time is the meeting?"

"This afternoon, at three."

"Hmmm. So that leaves us plenty of time for some more fun." My hand drifted between us, down across his abs, dipping lower and finding him ready.

Groaning as I wrapped my fingers around him and stroked his full, hard length, he began lightly thrusting his hips in time with my movements. "I think I may have created a nymphomaniac."

"Are you complaining?"

"Not even in the slightest. I love feeling your hands all over me. And when you took me in your mouth—well, let's just say I'll be happy to let you do that any time you want."

"You liked that did you?" I asked with a wicked smile.

"More than you could possibly know."

"Well, then let me entertain you again. Pushing him on his back, I made my way down his body and slid my lips around him.