“It’s true!” She insists.

“Avete un bellissimo fidanzato, fratello,” Dom murmurs, his eyes light with mischief as he speaks.

“Sweet Jesus, what did you say?” Stacy asks.

“I said,” Dom laughs, “you have a very beautiful fiancé, brother.”

Stacy sighs dreamily and I giggle despite myself. The guys roll their eyes again and Nate chuckles.

“Dude, stop flirting with the girls. Your brothers will kill you,” Nate urges him with a laugh.

“I’m not flirting,” Dom holds his hands up and laughs. “Although I think it’s funny that women like foreign languages.”

“Yeah, what’s up with that?” Isaac asks.

“You don’t think that a woman speaking a foreign language that you don’t understand is sexy?” I ask Isaac with a grin.

“Never thought about it,” he replies with a shrug.

“Liar,” I respond.

He glares at me, so I walk over to him and hold my hand out for him to take. He does and I glance at Stacy, who nods and grins and I lean into him and say, “Vous êtes un sacré menteur. Vous savez que c'est sexy et je pourrais dire vous manger de la nourriture pour chien pour le petit déjeuner et il serait toujours le son chaud.”

Isaac swallows hard and then shrugs, as though it didn’t affect him at all.

“Okay, that was fucking hot, what did you say?” Luke asks with a grin.

“I told him how hot he is in French,” I smirk and walk back to Caleb, who’s eyes are molten and he’s looking at me like he wants to throw me down and fuck the hell out of me right here in this pub.

“Liar,” Dom responds softly. “I speak French.”

I throw my head back and laugh and wink over at him. “Well, they don’t, so we’ll leave it at that.”

“I think it’s time to go,” Caleb growls and grabs my hand in his. “Have fun, guys. Dom, it was nicer to meet you than I thought it would be.”

Dom nods and winks at me as we walk past. Caleb pulls me through the pub and all of a sudden, I hear our group bust out in laughter.

“Hey!” Isaac calls out. “I do not eat dog food for breakfast!”

I giggle and try to keep up with Caleb as he pulls me along through the parking lot to his car.

“Slow down!”

“You did that on purpose,” he whispers and presses me against his car, leaning in to me, his arms caging me on either side. He lowers his head and brushes his lips over mine gently, barely tasting me.

“Did what?” I breathe.

“Taunted me by flirting with my brothers and speaking French. I didn’t know you could do that, by the way.”

“I took French in school and then spent a summer in Paris after I graduated,” I whisper when he slides his lips down my jawline to my neck. I run my hands up his arms, over his shoulders and up into his hair. “Caleb?”

“Mmm…”

“Please take me home now.”

With just fifteen seconds of kisses and the feel of his hands on me in the cold night air, I’m ready to climb him. My skin is on fire, my nipples hard, and my pussy already swollen and wet with need.

He guides me in the car and drives me the few minutes down the street to my house. We could have walked the short distance to our favorite pub, The Celtic Swell, but Caleb said it wasn’t safe.

Now I’m just happy it was so close to the house.

He leads me inside and up the stairs to the bedroom where he quickly disrobes us both and gently pulls me into the bed.

He’s never been this gentle, and it’s throwing me off a little.

He pushes me onto my back and braces himself over me, kissing me alternatively fast and hard and slow and soft, each time I get used to his rhythm, he switches it up on me.

Finally, he slows his pace and leans his forehead against my neck, breathing heavily. “You astound me, Bryn. You’re so fucking amazing.”

I frown and pull back so I can see his face. He cups my cheeks in his hands and brushes his thumbs over my skin.

“You’re so damn funny, and sweet, and smart.” He swallows and kisses me again, still softly. “You could make the devil himself fall in love with you,” he whispers.

“Did you know I also have mad oral skills?” I ask him with a grin. He chuckles softly and sweeps his lips across mine again, nibbling on the corner of my mouth and sending goosebumps over my body. I tilt my pelvis, silently inviting him to push himself inside me, but he pulls away.

“Caleb,” I moan and drag my teeth down his stubbled jawline.

“Yes, baby,” he whispers, kissing the top of my shoulder.

“I really want you to fuck me now.”

He pulls back and stares down at me, brushing tendrils of my hair off my face. “I can’t fuck you tonight, baby.” He shakes his head and clenches his eyes shut, then opens them and pins me in his bright blue gaze once more. “I need to make love to you tonight.”

Before I can respond, he lowers his head and kisses me again. I brush my hand up his naked arm and frown when I feel scrapes on his smooth skin.

“Caleb, what happened to your arm?” I ask

“Work,” he mumbles and continues to kiss his way down my throat.

“These scrapes are nasty,” I respond.

“No big deal.” He wraps his lips around my nipple and sucks softly, making my back arch against him.

“I don’t like seeing you hurt,” I whisper. “Ever.”

“I’m fine, Legs.” He pulls his big hand over my hip and down my thigh to my calf and back up again, hitching my knee around his hip and opening me up to him even more. His hard cock nudges my clit and I about come undone.

“Ah, Caleb, that feels so good.”

He grins against my breast and repeats the motion on the other side, sucking and tugging my nipple with his lips. He moves his hips, just enough to cause friction between the head of his cock and my clit and I groan his name.

“Gonna make this last, sweetheart,” he whispers.

“I need you, Caleb.”

“I’m right here,” he replies softly. My body is on fire for this man. I can’t stop moving beneath him, can’t stop my hands from roaming over every damn amazing inch of his smooth skin.

Finally, he slips just the very tip of his cock inside me and stops, pulls his face back up to my own, kissing me deeply and passionately, sliding his tongue along my own, cupping my face in his large hands.