Shattered (The Protectors 11)

I chuckled because I knew exactly what spots Caleb had been trying to reach.

“Is that your way of telling me I wasn’t very thorough this morning?”

He sent me a death glare. “You know you were, you cocky bastard.”

I failed miserably at hiding my grin as I plucked a piece of bacon off my plate and took a healthy bite. I was rewarded with a forkful of scrambled eggs being flung at me.

“You did not just do that,” I said, my eyes going wide.

Caleb was already dipping his fork into the eggs on his plate again when I lunged for him. He laughed and grabbed some of the eggs in his hand and tried to mash them in my face. I ducked and ended up with eggs in my hair. I managed to drag him from his seat and we crashed onto the floor. We were both laughing as we fought to control who ended up on top. I won, but once I closed my mouth over his, we were both winners. Caleb groaned into my mouth.

“You want me to double-check some of those spots you missed in the shower?”

Color suffused Caleb’s cheeks and I knew he was very tempted to have a repeat of the events of the morning.

I’d ended up following through on my threat from the night before with the Sno Ball, but I’d made sure Caleb was asleep when I’d started. He’d slept without a shirt so it had been easy to get some of the frosting on him without waking him up. I’d had the pleasure of watching his body become aware of my touch long before his gorgeous eyes had actually opened. By the time they had, they’d been bright with need and the first word out of his mouth had been my name.

I’d tortured his front for a while, but when I’d turned him over onto his belly, he’d tensed just the slightest bit. I hadn’t asked him to trust me, because I already knew he did. But I had leaned over his back and kissed him until he’d relaxed. I’d put some of the frosting on his back and had slowly licked it off until he’d once again gone completely pliant beneath my touch. He’d chuckled when I’d spread some of the frosting on his ass cheeks, but his laugh had died a quick death when I’d split him open and swiped a generous amount of frosting on his crease. I hadn’t given him time to think about what I was doing. He’d jerked as soon as I’d run my tongue up his crack, but I hadn’t given him the opportunity to question what was happening. I’d merely closed my mouth over his gorgeous hole and kissed it like I’d so often kissed his mouth.

He’d moaned as he’d buried his face in the pillow. After that, I’d taken my time, since any resistance he’d shown to the taboo act had fallen by the wayside. I’d eased his dick underneath him so I could reach it while I played with his ass. I’d used what was left of the frosting to toy with him. When I’d finally allowed Caleb to come, it had been with my tongue in his ass and my hand stroking his dick. I’d been so turned on that I hadn’t managed to hold back and I’d ended up coming all over Caleb’s ass myself. Between the frosting and my cum, it didn’t surprise me in the least that he might have a sticky spot or two left in some sensitive places.

“Maybe,” he admitted shyly.

I chuckled and kissed him, then helped him to his feet. We were both covered in food, and I regretted for the umpteenth time that Dalton’s boat didn’t have a bigger shower.

Caleb and I began cleaning up the mess. As we worked, I brought up an issue that I knew we needed to deal with sooner rather than later.

“Caleb, I need to call Ronan to tell him about Jennings.”

Caleb stiffened. He was in the process of scraping some food from his plate into the garbage can. “Why?” he asked. “Jennings won’t help me.”

I hated that he even thought that there’d been a chance Jennings would have helped him. The man was a predator, just like Caleb’s father.

“He needs to be held accountable for what he did to you,” I began. Before Caleb could object, I said, “But going to the cops is too risky. If Jennings feels cornered, he might tell them it was you the morning of the shooting.”

“It’s over, Jace. It doesn’t matter anymore. Sending him to prison won’t undo what he did.”

I was tempted to bring up the fact that it was very likely that Caleb wasn’t the only kid Jennings had hurt, but that would only add to Caleb’s guilt and shame.

“We need to tell Ronan so we can try to figure out if Jennings is the one who put that hit out on you.”