“What do I give you, Cami?” I asked, my hands sliding under her shorts to grab her bare ass.
“Unconditional love…and amazing dick.”
“Which one do you want right now? You want me to make love to you, or fuck you?”
“Fuck me. Hard,” her tone was so carnal I reacted instantly. In seconds I had Camilla on her back. I ghosted over her slender neck with my lips not knowing exactly where I wanted to bite her. I knew I needed to claim her as mine again though. I wanted everyone to see that she still belonged to me. I bit down on her soft throat hard enough to leave a bruise that would be undeniable. Her squeaky whine made my dick even harder, which I didn’t think was even possible.
Her thighs wrapped around my waist and pulled me in hungrily. We were attacking each other because we’d been apart for too long. Camilla’s fingers pulled and tugged on my shirt, popping buttons as she went. She didn’t give a fuck and that’s how I wanted her free, unhinged, needy and all for me. Once she had my shirt open she ran her hands over my body and bit her lip while drinking me in.
I dug my stiff cock into her hot little pussy with the barrier of our clothes separating us. “Don’t tease me,” she breathed. I thought my dick would jump into her on it’s own, she sounded so fucking sexy. I slipped my fingers into her shorts and pulled them down only to hear little feet stomping up the steps.
“Shit,” Camilla cursed and wiggled from under me.
“I see Dad’s truck! Is he here? I know he’s here!” It was Chloe. She walked in the room just in time for Camilla and I to sit upright on the edge of the bed and smile innocently.
“Hey, Chlo,” I sighed.
“Dad! You didn’t tell me you were coming home.”
“Yup…I’m here before I shoot off to work.” I cleared my throat and looked at her cute little face. It seemed like she’d grown since I last saw her.
“I’m tired of you working. I thought we could go with you now. Mommy doesn’t work with Daddy anymore. Right?”
“Right…”
“We’ll figure it all out soon, okay baby?” Camilla patted the top of her head. Chloe eyed us for a while then shrugged and gave us a nod.
“Mase! Dad’s home!” She shouted out of the room excitedly. Soon Mason was stomping up the steps too, followed by Lucas and Logan.
“Daddy!” All three boys chimed in unison. I gave out hugs and kisses and sent them to play just before glancing over at Cami, who was stifling laughter.
“You still have two more coming,” she warned. That’s when TJ and Alyssa toddled in.
“Hey guys. How’d you get in here? You don’t live here do you?”
“Manny, you’re silly,” TJ chuckled and his green eyes sparkled in the light just like Alyssa’s. Hell, just like Chloe, Lucas, and Logan’s too. Mason was the only one in the crew not to get the green eyes. It made him look like the spitting image of me. It made me think about how much Alexander missed Mason and still probably wished he were his son. The older Mason got though, the easier it would be to tell whose child he was. I couldn’t deny the boy if I wanted to. It looked like someone put me in a shrink ray and out popped Mason.
TJ and Alyssa looked just like Trev with a hint of Laurel in the hazel flecks of their eyes. None of them could deny being related. I hugged Alyssa and kissed her forehead and then she scrambled over to her big sister for hugs like she always did. Everything felt normal for the first time since all the bullshit with Lana happened. I wanted to stay home and bask in the feeling forever. I had to go the fuck to work though.
Camilla and I stared at each other, neither of us wanting to actually say goodbye, even though I’d be back for dinner. Maybe it was her first real taste of normalcy too. I looked down into those glittering green eyes that had snaked their way through an entire generation and smiled. “I’ll be home tonight for dinner,” I said.
“Okay,” we hugged and I pressed a quick kiss to her lips, which she clung to. My dick twitched at her neediness and I fought back the urge to fuck her right in the foyer. I slid my hand in her shorts, rubbing against her smooth, soft pussy lips before pushing inside to see how wet I’d made her. Jesus, that was a mistake. Camilla was so hot and wet that my dick started to ache from getting so hard, so fast. “Can you come home sooner rather than later?” She purred.
“Yeah. Absolutely,” my chest rumbled.
“Good.” The more I rubbed her stiff little clit, the faster she bucked against my hand. I backed her against the wall with a thud and closed my hand around her neck.
“You know I only love you, right?” I asked, working my fingers in and out of her wet pussy.
“Yes,” she said quietly, trying to stifle her moans.
“Tell me you know that, Cami.”
“I know you only love me, Daddy.” I growled when she said that shit. The warmth from her breath bushed against my throat and I wanted to impale her sexy little ass with my hard dick.
“Good girl…” She started to shake sporadically at first, then violently and I felt her warm slippery honey slide down my hand. I knew her pussy felt so good, even thinking about it made my mouth go dry. I pulled my hand from between her thighs and licked my fingers clean. She was so sweet it was the best high ever. She tugged me down to her by my tie and kissed her essence from my lips, licking and sucking slowly.
“More after dinner?” She asked hopefully. God, she was perfect.
“Definitely.” I put her hand on my dick and she bit her lip. “I still need to cum inside of you.” I kissed her neck and a loud moan escaped her. She swallowed back, so she didn’t let any more moans out and gripped my erection through my slacks. I’d cum right in my damn pants if she wasn’t careful. It had been too long since I felt her touch. “I have to go, Cami,” I told her regretfully.
“Okay,” she whined. I kissed her forehead and took a few deep breaths to compose myself.
**
Chapter Seventeen
Emmanuel
I was wound so fucking tight by the time I got to work that any little thing would have set me off. I should have just fucked Camilla’s hot ass against the wall in the foyer before I left. The kids were all occupied and Claire was in the den somewhere. It would have been quick and easy. It had been weeks and weeks since I’d been inside of my wife so I knew it would take no time for me to shoot my load.
I had to be a responsible adult and go into the office though. Bullshit. The last person I needed to see again was Lana. She was like shit on the bottom of my fucking shoe and I couldn’t get her off no matter how hard I scraped. “I know your schedule, remember?” She smiled.
“Jesus,” I groaned. I’d already started calling security because apparently I’d need a goddamn restraining order too. Either that or just let Camilla have her way.
“Why are you here? I thought I had my assistant send over your termination orders?” Cole frowned as he walked into my office.
“I’m here for Manny. Not business,” she snapped. Cole eyed me with frustration etched on his face.
“Damn, can you keep your nasty ass trysts out of the office. Everybody doesn’t wanna see that shit.” No sooner than he’d said that, was security walking into the office.
“Escort her out please. She’s not to be in the building the same time as me.” I motioned to Lana and she smacked her lips together.
“Fine, Manny. I’ll find a way to contact you,” she smirked. When security went to grab her arm, she snatched away from them and walked out on her own.
“Oh, are you putting on a front for everyone now?” Cole scowled.
“Get the fuck out of my office, Cole.”
“You need to cut that shit out with Lana. You’re breaking Camilla’s heart.” The more I heard his voice, the more agitated I got. If he didn’t leave my sight in the next few minutes, it wouldn’t be good for him. I could feel the heat of anger prickling the skin on the back of my neck.
“You should be happy then, right? You get to play hero, you get to finally be Cami’s man for
a little while.”
“I don’t have to play hero. Who do you think she ran to when you fucked up?”
“Cole, I’m trying so hard not to fuck you up right now but I’m not above it. Get the fuck out of my office.”
“I’ll do you one better, Manny. I quit. Consider this shit my two weeks notice.” His shoulders were squared like he wanted to swing on me, so I stepped closer to him and let a sarcastic smirk tug on the side of my mouth.
“You wanna hit me, don’t you?”
“Nah, I’m good. I’d much rather shoot you, but I love the kids too much.”
“How magnanimous? Don’t let your little friendship with my wife get you hurt little boy.”
“Oh it’s more than a friendship,” he smiled, his face full of secrets that made me want to smash it in so they’d pour out of him.
“You know I could have her cut you off if I wanted to, right?”
“You could try. We both know who’s fucking her while you’re busy sticking your dick in low budget pussy though.” I saw red when his words crashed into my ears. I wasn’t the type to fight over a woman. Especially a woman that belonged to me; one that I was married to and had kids with but I was too close to the edge, and Cole was standing behind me with a goddamn stick.
“You’re bold. You know I could knock you the fuck out and you’re standing here telling me you fucked my wife.” I laughed and folded my arms across my chest to stop myself from ramming my balled up fist into his mouth.
“You know why? Because I had to see her fall the fuck apart! I had to hear her sobbing in the middle of the night. I had to sit up with her when she couldn’t sleep because you weren’t there…and we both know how Camilla needs to be put to sleep.”
The arrogant glint in his eyes was begging me to hit him. Begging. I turned my back to him and tried to busy myself because I kept seeing Dempsey’s face in my mind. I couldn’t crack his grandson in the fucking face like he deserved to be cracked in the face for talking reckless about Camilla. I couldn’t. “You keep flaunting Lana in Camilla’s face, making her cry and I’ll keep flaunting Camilla in your fucking face. If you won’t protect her then I will. I’ll keep her company at night…all night and make sure she gets fucked to sleep just like she likes it.”
I couldn’t hear any man talk about fucking my wife I didn’t give a fuck who he was anymore. I turned around and pulled no punches when I smashed my fist into Cole’s jaw. He stumbled backward and clutched his face, his wild eyes locked with mine and he threw a punch that connected with my chin.
I was blinded with rage from the images Cole seared into my brain. I rushed into him, throwing punch after punch to his face until he dropped to the floor. My security rushed in just as my foot was about to grind his fucking face to a pulp. They yanked me back and helped Cole sit up. “You hit like bitch, Cole.” I laughed. “Not so tough without your gun?” He spit blood onto my floor and tried to stand but was held in place by security.
“Fuck you, Manny!” He shouted. “Get the fuck off me.” He shrugged away from the man holding him back and lunged at me only to be intercepted by another guard. I was laughing hysterically at that point.
“Let him go. He wants to get his ass beat, let him. Fuck it. Close the blinds.” I took my suit jacket off, hanging it on the back of my chair and relaxed my stance. The two guards stood at my door while Cole and I fought. It needed to happen.
He got some good licks in too, busted my lip and opened up a small gash on my cheekbone. I knocked the wind out of him, doubling him over, swelling his eye and making him bleed in various spots. We were both tired and gasping for air but I wasn’t going to stop. I would knock him out if that’s what he wanted. It would only take one more good punch before he was out cold.
“Move out of my damn way!” I heard Camilla’s snappy voice on the other side of the door fussing at security and I groaned. She was going to fuck both of us up immediately once she saw what was happening. I was ten times more terrified of her than I was of any man.
“Governor Scott,” the guard called like he knew we were all in trouble. When the door swung open I saw Camilla walking in with the tribe of children behind her and I winced.
“Woah!” The twins exclaimed in unison.
“Oh no, Uncle Cole…hurt?” Alyssa went over to him immediately and touched his face. Mason walked over to Cole with a frown on his little brown face and I instantly recognized myself in him. He was pissed. Camilla saw it too because she yanked him back by his shirt. TJ climbed in a chair with a Ziploc bag of goldfish crackers and watched everything quietly. Chloe though, she looked like Camilla. They wore twin expressions of smoldering anger and disapproval.
“Cole, is your assistant in there?” She gestured to the office Lana and Cole’s assistant shared.
“Yeah,” he grumbled, holding Alyssa in his lap.
“Kids, let’s go.”
“Let’s fight Lo!” Lucas exclaimed.
“Okay, fight!” Lucas giggled and they began swatting wildly at each other. In a matter of seconds it turned into an actual fight because Logan hit Lucas too hard. Camilla snatched them both in each hand and marched out of the office. TJ shook his head at Cole and I before laughing and walking behind Camilla and the rest of the gang. He was Trev, all damn day.
I shot a look at Cole and sighed once my rage quieted. “You know we’re in trouble, right?”
“Yeah,” he muttered. “Before she gets in here…” He walked over to me and extended his hand. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that shit about Camilla. I love her too much to be in here disrespecting her to you of all people. I was out of fucking line.” I gained a ton of respect for Cole after hearing him apologize. I nodded my head and shook his hand as a show of peace.
“I’m sorry for snapping. That’s not my style at all. I usually handle my shit in other ways.”
“Nah, I would have whooped my ass too if I said the shit I said,” he laughed at the statement and shrugged. “I’m still quitting though. I’m tired of your shit. I’m not cut out for being a goddamn gopher motherfucker.”
“Cool. If you need a recommendation I’m good for it.” I told him. When Camilla walked back in, she still had Chloe in tow. “Why isn’t she in there too?” I frowned.
“She wouldn’t leave my side,” Camilla sighed and rolled her eyes.
“Because I want to talk,” she said with her hands on her hips.
“Okay…” I frowned.
“You two know better!” She railed into us and walked over to Cole first. “You’re a grown up! You don’t put your hands on people! You don’t hurt people! It’s mean!” She shouted. “I mean…unless they put their hands on you. Then you end it. Always end it. Right mommy?”
“Always end it, Chlo,” Camilla instructed with a nod.
“You’re friends!” Chloe continued. I hung my head down and groaned. She’d inherited Camilla’s mouth. “You need a time out. Both of you.” She walked over to me, coming no higher than my torso, and jabbed a tiny finger in my ribs. “Dad, I am very upset with you. You left us at the house to work but you’re fighting uncle Cole.” She shook her head, her hair swaying back and forth. “Mommy is gonna get you.”
“Yes, Mommy is,” Camilla glared. “Now go back down the hall with the kids.” She swatted Chloe on her bottom and turned her glare to Cole and I.
“I already apologized,” Cole blurted.
“So it was you? Really Cole!” She exploded. “What the fuck did you say to him? Never mind…never-fucking-mind. You rubbed us in his face, didn’t you?” She snapped knowingly. My baby was on point. She spun around to face me. “We fucked, Emmanuel. We fucked, and it was much needed. I fucked Xavier too. Again, much needed. I don’t care if you’re mad about it. I did it on purpose. My body. My rules. Nobody owns what I do with my pussy. If I want to throw it in the air I can. Don’t fight over me anymore it’s ridiculous. You’re my best friend, you’re my husband.” She pointed to Cole and then me. “I love both of you always and forever.
Learn to get along.”
She walked over to Cole just like Chloe had done minutes earlier. “Stop throwing our friendship in his face, Jesus. You’re crazy but he’s older than you. Did you really think you were going to just beat his ass? What the fuck were you thinking Cole?” She pushed his forehead back with two extended fingers and I swallowed my laughter. She was actually taking my side on things.
“Okay, Christ. I’m sorry. I got pissed. I saw Lana in here and just…got pissed.”
“Lana?”
“Manny put her out. She’s stalking him or some shit. He wasn’t entertaining her at all,” Cole said quickly, still holding his jaw. I started to feel bad for not pulling back at least a little on the boy. Dempsey would have cursed me out. Camilla looked at me and I held my hands up.
“He’s telling the truth. I put her out just like I did this morning at the hotel.”
“See, this is why you don’t go around giving my dick out to these stupid bitches!” She balled up her petite hand and threw her fist into my shoulder. She was tiny but she packed a punch. I could see how easily she cracked through women’s faces. “Now you got this bitch stalking you and I’m gonna have to kill her.” She sighed as if she had an extra load of laundry to do. “You’re cleaning the mess up,” she pointed at Cole.
“Of course I am,” he grumbled. “Wouldn’t have it any other fucking way.” Something caught my eye from the door and I looked over to see Mason leaning his tall for a three-year old frame against the wall.
“Son, what are you doing in here?” I frowned.
“He hit you?” Mason asked casually of Cole.
“Yeah. I hit him too,” I answered. Mason nodded and looked at Cole.
“Don’t touch Daddy,” he warned him with an eerie calm for a toddler.
“Sure thing, Mase,” Cole saluted him and shook his head. “Yall goddamn kids are creepy as hell. Fucking mafia spawn and shit,” he grumbled under his breath after Mason headed out the door. I had to laugh, even though my lip was split. Camilla laughed too, breaking the tension in the room apart a little.
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