Finding heaven being with her like this, I didn’t care about anything but that moment. "You love me, Gianna."
She closed her eyes, shaking her head. "I'm not allowed to."
Moving faster, wanting to make her as mindless as me, I rubbed her clit with my thumb. "Say it, Gianna."
"No, you don't love me back." Gripping my shoulders, she was close to another climax. "Caleb!"
"Say it, baby. Let me hear it on your sweet lips as I’m inside you."
Her hair wild on the pillow, her face showing her pleasure, she came. "I love you, Caleb!"
Her grip on me tightened. I shut my eyes at the sensation, opening them to see her eyes half-closed as gazed up at me. "That's my girl."
After coming, I fell forward, elbows on either side of her to keep from crushing her. Moving my lips from one flushed cheek to the other, I smoothed her hair back from her forehead. "Don't worry. I won't ever want anyone else. It's you and me forever, Gianna."
She wrapped shaky arms around my neck, turning her face into my neck. "I love you, Caleb. I know you love me, too."
"Go to sleep, princess." Dropping to her left side, I dragged the blanket over us. With her head on my chest, she went to sleep.
Running fingers lightly up and down her back, feeling a deep sense of peace, I dozed off.
Asleep only a couple hours, I woke up needing to use the restroom. I decided to take a quick shower. Under the spray, I thought back on our crazy night. It started rough but had ended spectacularly.
Walking out of the bathroom, I ran my eyes over the sexy girl in bed. Going over to the dresser, I grabbed my phone. It was past one in the morning and I’d had the ringer off all night. Dante had left a message just after midnight that I quickly returned. I ignored the messages from chicks. That was a message in itself.
There was a text message from Julie that said, "You need to call me ASAP!"
Uptight bitch.
My first instinct was to ignore it, but I decided it was better to know what she was up to. Not wanting to wake up Gianna, I pulled on some jeans, grabbed a room key and stepped into the hallway.
I called Julie, wondering if she'd even answer this late. She did so on the third ring.
Without saying hello, she immediately snapped in a hate-filled tone, "You need to bring my daughter home."
Like I hadn’t been expecting that one.
"I'll have to disagree."
"Are you screwing her?" she asked angrily. What happened to the 50s housewife throwback? Her potty mouth was going to ruin the perfect image she tried so hard to project.
"That's none of your business," I told her, not able to help myself from adding, “And very crude, Julie.”
"I swear, if you get her pregnant. . . ." she trailed off, probably imagining a screaming miniature version of me. It’d be a damn handsome baby boy.
"If I got her pregnant, you’d be the youngest grandma in the neighborhood," I taunted her. Still only thirty-three, Julie was already young to be the mother of an eleventh grader.
"I've already talked to her father about her running away. When she returns, I'm sending her to live with him in Houston," she informed me smugly.
Her words jolted me out of my cocky attitude. "You can't do that!" I practically shouted in my panic.
"I can do whatever I want. She's a minor and I'm her mother."
"But she'll have to leave her entire life behind." I almost blurted out she'd have to leave me behind. I couldn’t lose her and what we had. I’d never been so freaking happy in my life. Plus, she’s hate leaving Denver and her crew. Before I came along they were her life, everything that was important to her.
"Bring her back tomorrow and I'll let her stay in Denver," Julie offered, probably reluctant of giving Gianna up to Houston herself. It’d be hard to control Gianna from so far away.
"And you'll leave us alone?" I asked cautiously.
"No, that's not part of the deal. You bring her back and break up with her, or I’ll ship her off to Houston and far away from your influence."
"You're a real bitch, Julie."
"No, I'm a mother who wants the best for her daughter. I have plans for her life which don't include her ending up with some loser delinquent."
I banged my head against the wall. "I hate you."
Sounding uncaring, she said, "Either way it’s your choice, Caleb. You have until tomorrow night to get my daughter home and end it with her, or I ship her off to her father."
I hung up on her venom and would’ve punched the wall, but I knew the hotel had cameras in the hallways. My hand trembling, I slipped the key card through the slot to let me back into the room.