Free Caleb Morgan [Seven Brothers for McBride 7] by Anitra Lynn McLeod Page B

weight off him by balancing on his knees, but he still felt his instant constriction.
    “I thought you trusted me?” Caleb couldn’t help but feel betrayed. “I guess that’s only when you’re trying to get your dick in me. Once that’s been accomplished we go right back to thinking I’m some kind of—”
    McBride cut him off with a combination of a flick of his hips and a fierce kiss. “If all I wanted was to get my dick in you I would have tossed your ass—your very sweet, tight, amazing ass—in the stocks the very week I arrived. Got it?”
    “Yes.” Caleb relaxed when McBride did. “Now tell me why you went all tense.”
    “Because it scared me.”
    Before Caleb could again accuse him of not having any faith in him, McBride placed his finger against Caleb’s lips.
    “The idea of you leaving to lead the slammers frightened me. I know that’s probably not what you meant, but that’s the first thing I thought.” McBride cupped his chin and pulled him close for a lingering kiss. “Watching you walk away once before just about killed me. I don’t think my heart or soul could take round two.”
    Touched by his honesty, Caleb relaxed even more. “This is going to be more difficult than I thought.”
    “What is?”
    “Being honest. It’s a lot scarier than I thought it would be.”
    “Please explain to me what you meant.”
    “Okay.” Caleb huddled down, determined to keep McBride’s cock in him for as long as he possibly could. “Let’s just go with the idea that they really want a leader.”
    “Okay.”
    “I know, I don’t really believe that either, but let’s just roll with that idea for now.” Caleb stroked his fingers over McBride’s nipples. “Just making sure you’re paying attention.”
    “My cock is still buried between your buttocks. Trust me, I’m attentive.”
    “So they want me as their leader because they think I’m running things out here. If I can manage to take over from a gentryman, and have another one seeking shelter with me, that makes me seem like a powerful guy.”
    “Sure. Keeping gentrymen like pets—”
    “I never should have said that.”
    “My point was that it does make you seem pretty damned impressive along with your presence.”
    Caleb lifted his brows.
    “Come on. You’re big, broad, and beautiful. To them, you’re like the king of the slammers.”
    “Tell me more about how awesome I am.”
    “Your ego doesn’t need any help inflating.” McBride reached down and palmed Caleb’s cock. “But you’d better hurry up and tell me your plan, or you’re going to need help inflating this.”
    “This needs no inflating.” Caleb sat up and stroked his fist along his shaft. “That’s not some toy balloon but a very serious tool.”
    “Indeed.” McBride added his hand to Caleb’s.
    Distracted by the feel of them working together, he flicked his hips a bit too far forward, dislodging McBride’s prick. “Damn.”
    McBride considered him. “Are you sore?”
    Caleb shook his head as he climbed off McBride. He was tender, but he had been so aroused and so ready after their months of teasing that he’d taken McBride’s thick cock almost effortlessly. Using his knee, he parted McBride’s thighs, wedging himself between his spread legs. For a long moment, he sat on his knees, looking at the banquet of McBride’s body. He was strong and lightly dusted in dark-brown body hair. All of it was symmetrical, tracing down his body, enhancing the power of his form.
    “Plan first.” McBride tried to draw his legs together, but Caleb grasped his inner thighs, pushing them apart. When McBride refused to submit, something went off in Caleb’s brain. He pressed down into McBride, covering him with his body so he literally couldn’t bring his legs together. It took only a second for McBride to realize Caleb was enjoying the struggle. When he did, he struggled in earnest. McBride grasped Caleb’s shoulders and tried lifting him, but Caleb had the advantage