by Lexi Blake
He scooted over, unwilling to give her space. He slid his arm over the backboard of the seat, his palm covering her shoulder. She stiffened slightly, and Cam was about to take his arm back when she finally snuggled against him. She turned her head up, her bright eyes finding his in the intimacy of the car. It was dark, but he could see her. He couldn’t miss the way her eyes widened and softened as she looked up at him.
“Laura, I want to tell you—” he started.
He wanted to tell her everything that had happened since she’d left. He wanted to know everything that had happened to her. He wanted to know what it was like to live in this town. He wanted to know why she’d walked away. The five years they’d been apart felt like centuries, and he needed to fill in the history.
She held a hand up to his lips, the pads of her fingers sparking against his flesh. She might have kept the touch gentle, but Cam’s reaction was like a fire lighting his skin. His cock was at full mast, straining against the material of his pants.
“Not tonight. I don’t want to talk about it tonight.” Her voice was breathy with longing.
His heart rate skittered. That sounded like an invitation. “If we’re not going to talk, baby, then what exactly are we going to do?”
“You said you missed me.” Her fingers skimmed across his face.
“So fucking much.” She’d left a huge hole that had only started to shrink the minute he saw her.
“Show me how much you missed me.”
Cam felt like he’d been let off the leash. He grabbed her and hauled her into his lap. “Straddle me, baby.”
She threw one of her long legs over his hips so she straddled him like a horse she was about to ride. Her skirt bunched around her knees. There was absolutely nothing between them but her panties and his slacks and underwear. He could feel how hot her pussy was.
“Damn it,” Rafe cursed, hitting the steering wheel with the palm of his hand. “I should have made you drive.”
He didn’t bother to reply. Rafe had made his bed, and Cam had no intention of lying in it with him. Laura had given him permission, and he was taking it. He thrust his hands into her hair. It was soft and silky, and he used it to pull her mouth toward his. He felt like a starving man who’d been put at the front of the line at an all-you-can-eat buffet. He wasn’t sure where to start. He wanted to inhale her.
Everything about her called to him. Her scent, the touch of her skin, the sight of her breasts threatening to overflow her shirt. He was on sensory overload.
Laura took the choice out of his hands. She leaned over and pressed her lips to his. It was a soft touch and not nearly enough. She seemed hesitant, brushing their mouths together as though trying to remember how to kiss.
He hadn’t forgotten. He dreamed about it every night. He let his hands tighten in her hair and ran his tongue over her plump bottom lip. She shivered and softened, giving him control of the kiss. Cam surged into her mouth, her taste filling him.
Cam took her mouth, slanting over her again and again. Their tongues met and mated, sliding against each other. Laura’s arms wound around his neck. He loosened his hold on her hair and trailed down, seeking her breasts. He cupped them. They were bigger, rounder. The weight she’d put on had gone to all the right places. She was a sexy handful.
“Show me your breasts, baby.” He pulled away from her mouth, needing to see them. He wanted her naked.
She leaned back, and he could see the worry in her eyes. He brushed his thumbs across her nipples. They tightened to hard nubs.
“Come on,” he cajoled. “You’re gorgeous, baby. I think you’re so gorgeous. Five years has only made you more beautiful to me. Let me see them.”
He knew why she was hiding them. He’d read all the reports. She would have scars, but she needed to know that no amount of scars would make her less lovely.
“Please, bella. I want you naked by the time we get to your place. Enjoy her now, Cam. I’ll be inside her as soon as I park the car.” Rafe’s voice had taken on a guttural tone. Cam could see his eyes through the rearview mirror. He wasn’t sure what Rafe could see, but Rafe was obviously trying to be a voyeur.
Cam chuckled. “I think he wants a show, baby. Let’s give him one.”
She bit into her bottom lip, tugging it into her mouth. “It’s been a long time for me. I haven’t actually been with a man since…”
He forced himself to slow down. He wasn’t terribly surprised she hadn’t had sex. Laura had been picky. She hadn’t dated anyone the whole time he’d worked with her, though many men had tried. But that hesitation in her voice could be more about de Sade than them. That worried the hell out of him.
He softened his hands on her body, touching her in long, slow strokes. He needed to be careful. He didn’t want to bring back any bad memories. “Baby, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. We can take it as slow as you want. Hell, if you’re not ready, I can just hold you.”
“Do you really mean that?” Her face was close to his. He could feel the warmth of her breath on his skin.
“Yes. I do. Rafe and I can take you to bed and cuddle you.” It would be hard, but utterly worth it if it brought her a moment’s peace. He’d spent years wondering if she was alone and scared. He’d wanted to hold her so much. He could put his own needs aside if she needed it.
Her hands went to the bottom of her shirt, and she began to tug it over her head, revealing creamy-white skin and a lovely white lace bra. Her breasts threatened to overflow the cups, and then they bounced free as she undid the front clasp. The scars from the night she’d been tortured had faded to white lines that did nothing to distract from her beauty. Those scars were a testament to her strength.
He looked past the scars to her breasts and nipples. They were gorgeous and round. Cam’s cock ached at the sight. He wanted to lube up her chest, hold those tits together, and fuck his cock in and out of their pillowy softness. Then maybe she’d understand how much he loved her breasts.
“I don’t want to cuddle now, though I might want to after,” she said.
“Anything you want.” He wasn’t looking at her face. He couldn’t take his eyes off her breasts.
“Describe them to me,” Rafe ordered.
“Fucking amazing,” he said, looking at the bounty offered up to him. He brought his hands up and cupped her breasts. “They’re so soft.”
“I have scars, Cam.” Laura whimpered, a sexy sound that made his cock strain. She was grinding a little, her hips moving, forcing her pussy against his cock.
“I don’t care, Laura.” He pinched her nipples, loving the moan that came out of her mouth. “Her nipples are hard. You remember how much she loves having her nipples sucked?”
“Oh, yes. Her breasts are incredibly sensitive.” Rafe’s voice was tight as he turned onto the highway.
“Please.” The word came out on a cry as he thrust his pelvis up, hitting her pussy with his cock. “Oh, please, Cam.”
“You tell me what you want, baby. You know I want to give it to you.” He pushed her hips down, grinding her pussy against his rigid erection. He wanted to impale her on it, but she had waited for him. He owed her way more than a quick roll.
“Kiss me.” She balanced herself by putting her hands on his shoulders.
“Where?” He ran his fingers over her straining nipples. “You want me to kiss you here? You want me to suck your pretty nipples into my mouth?”
“Yes, Cam. Please. Lick them. Suck them.”
He pulled her close. “Anything you want, baby.”
He licked a nipple, a long, slow stroke of his tongue.
“Oh, god, that feels so good,” she moaned. Her hands found his hair. She thrust her chest out, pressing her breasts to his mouth.
He licked around the areola before sucking the tight bead into his mouth. He sucked her deep, enjoying the sounds she made as her hands wove into his hair and tugged. He whirled his tongue around, biting down lightly. While he sucked and bit at first one nipple and the
n the other, his hand made its way under her skirt to the edge of her panties. He teased his way under the cotton to find her pussy drenched in moisture. He inhaled, the scent of her arousal filling his senses.
“Baby, your pussy is soaking wet.” He breathed the words across her breasts. His hand slid between her legs, brushing her clit.
“Fuck,” Rafe cursed as he made another turn. “You’re a lucky bastard, you know that.”
“I can smell and feel how hot you are,” Cam said, fingering her folds. “This greedy little pussy is begging for a cock, isn’t it?”
“Cam.” She wiggled against his fingers.
“Yeah, baby, you need a big, hard cock to fuck.” He shoved a single finger in, her heat nearly scorching him. She was so ready, but he wanted to play.
“Give it to me,” Laura said, her eyes closed. She bounced a little, trying to fuck that single finger.
Cam pulled out and let his soaking wet finger trace back to the cheeks of her ass, cupping them. Fuck, that got him harder, and he hadn’t thought that was possible. The thought of burying himself in her pretty ass made him ready to come then and there.
“Still a virgin here. I have to do something about that.” He licked her nipple one last time as he gave her cheeks a squeeze. He was going to have to go slow, to prepare her. “I’m going to have this ass, Laura. I’ve waited years to fuck you here, and I won’t stop until I know what it feels like to have my cock so deep up this ass that you forget a time I wasn’t there.” He pulled his hand away. “But not tonight.”
He scooted back slightly, putting a tiny bit of necessary distance between them. He tore at his pants, freeing his dick. Laura leaned back, giving him access to his cock. It sprung free, bouncing in between them.
“You suit up before you shove that cock in her.” Rafe opened the glove box and tossed a condom to him. They had bought a box at the airport, telling themselves to think positive. Up until this moment, Cam had thought they would go unused.
“Nice to know you guys came prepared,” Laura said, taking the condom out of his hand. She held it up for his inspection. “Here, let me help with this.”
She opened the condom, and Cam prayed he wouldn’t come in her hands. His cock was weeping. With shaky fingers, she placed the condom on his dick. It took her a moment of pure torture to roll and tug it down to the base of his cock.
The minute he was sheathed, he pulled her forward and impaled her on his cock.
A low moan came out of her throat.
“Fuck, you feel good, baby.” He gripped her hips, pushing his cock further into her wet heat. She was tight around him, so fucking tight he felt like he would explode. Her pussy sucked and gripped him until his vision started to go. The backseat was small. He couldn’t move her around the way he wanted, couldn’t shift her to her back without losing her, and he wasn’t about to lose her.
“Ride me.” He shifted his pelvis up and slid in all the way to his balls.
Her head fell forward as she started to fuck him. She ground down on him and then pulled back, every muscle in her pussy sliding in a silky, gloved grip.
He wasn’t going to last. Being close to her was making him crazy. It was everything he’d needed for five years. She was here, and she was safe. He could touch her, feel her, love her, and he wanted to mark her. He wanted to make her scream so she would never again forget who she belonged to. He wanted to drive into her so she never walked away again.
He shoved his hand between them, his finger finding her clit and pressing against it. He rubbed a circle, never letting up on the pressure. Her hips lost their rhythm, and she cried out as he drove hard into her one last time. She shook as she came, and he felt his balls tighten, pleasure suffusing his every nerve. The orgasm shot through him like a bullet. He twisted almost helplessly, trying to get it all out, trying to give her every drop.
She slumped forward, her weight a sweet burden. He couldn’t help himself. He toyed with her a bit more. Her body spasmed every time he hit her clit. He finally put his arms around her and held her close, their breaths and heartbeats mingling. He kissed the side of her face and inhaled her scent.
The car came to a stop, and Rafe slammed out.
Cam brought his head up. They were parked in front of Laura’s small cabin, a lone light shining from what was probably her kitchen.
“Are we home?” Laura asked quietly.
He nodded, unable to speak. He was home. Finally home.
* * * *
Rafe’s hands were shaking as he got out of the car. He raced around to the passenger side. He couldn’t breathe, could barely think about anything beyond getting inside her. He knew he should want to pound Cam into the ground, but all he could think was to be grateful to the man. Cam had made sure Laura was prepared. He’d given her a killer orgasm from the sound of her moans, and Rafe wasn’t sure he would be able to last long enough to give her one. He needed her.
Fuck. He needed her so damn bad.
He opened the door, and there they sat, like puzzle pieces nestled together. Laura’s face was buried in Cam’s shoulder, her legs on either side of his hips. Cam’s arms clutched her in a tight embrace. He looked up at him. A solemn silence passed between the two men, and he felt something powerful flow between him and Cam.
“Baby, we’re back at your place.” Cam’s voice was soft. Cam could be one intimidating dude, but he was always soft and gentle around Laura.
Rafe let himself touch her. He smoothed a hand along her golden hair. In the moonlight, it looked almost silvery. She turned and opened her eyes. She looked like a sleepy princess to Rafe.
“Hi.” She said it, and Rafe took it for what he hoped it was. A second beginning.
His heart softened. “Hello, bella. Let me take you inside.”
He reached out for her.
“I can walk.” She sat up and started to look for her shirt. “I’m fine.”
He wasn’t about to let her walk. He wanted to hold her. He lifted her up and off Cam. He couldn’t miss the fact that Cam’s cock was covered in her arousal. It should have disgusted him, but damn, it made his own cock harden. He wasn’t interested in Cam sexually but watching him fuck Laura through the rearview mirror had gotten him hot as hell.
“Rafe, don’t,” Laura protested. “I’m half-naked, and, well, I’m messy.”
“Not an excuse, bella.” He hoisted her up, loving the feel of her pressed close. “I like you half-naked, and I’m not going to bother cleaning you up. I’m going to make sure you get even messier.”
She sighed. “I like the sound of that.”
He couldn’t help it. He leaned his head in and kissed her. “I’m glad because I think Cam and I can keep you busy for a few days. You might regret those words.”
Her arms floated up and around his neck. “I don’t think I will. I missed you. I missed you both. I tried not to think about you, but I couldn’t.”
“I thought about you every day,” he admitted. “I even told my mother if I found you that I intended to marry you.”
“Really? And what did you tell your momma about Cam?” There was a mischievous smile on her lips.
That took the wind out of his sails. What would he tell his mother? His father was a bit more open. He would probably find an enormous amount of humor in it, but his mother was devoutly Catholic. Rafe doubted she would ever accept that he was sharing a woman with his friend. He wasn’t going to think about that now. He gave Laura a smile.
“I don’t think my mother can handle that news right now. But she will be thrilled to know that I found you.” Rafe moved toward the front door of her small but well-kept cabin. He had introduced Laura to his mother as a friend and colleague, but she hadn’t been fooled. His mother had immediately known that he was crazy about her.
He still was. Years hadn’t changed the fact that he loved this one woman. She had been the one for him when she was a big city, high-powered FBI agent, and she was the one for him as a sweet, small-town girl working in a gas station. I
t went far beyond her beautiful body or gorgeous face. He loved her soul. She was kind and smart. She challenged him on every level. They could talk for hours, and he would never get bored.
He even loved the fact that she loved Cameron.
“I’ll tell her about all three of us, bella.” He made the declaration with all the solemnity the moment required. He loved his mother, but he loved Laura as well. Laura would never be happy without Cam, and he was rapidly discovering that he felt the same way. They were connected, the three of them. It wasn’t optimal, but it was true.
He was going to ask Laura to sacrifice, to come home with him. He had to be willing to sacrifice as well.
Cam suddenly hurried past them. He had managed to get his pants done up, and he turned when he got to the door. “Keys?”
“I didn’t lock it.” She said it as though it was an everyday, normal occurrence to leave the door unlocked.
Cam opened the door, but he managed to send her a stern look.
She shrugged, utterly unconcerned. “I don’t lock it because Holly lives next door, and she’s always out of something. How would she get in to borrow coffee if I locked it all the time?”
“You’re going to lock it from now on,” Rafe ordered, horrified at the thought that she was so unprotected. Anyone could walk in. “And we’ll get a security system as soon as possible.”
She wouldn’t need it for long. His house in Virginia had an excellent monitoring system. If they moved in order to buy two homes close together, he would simply ensure that a state-of-the-art system was installed. But for now, he wanted to feel secure.
“Nothing ever happens in Bliss. This is a quiet town,” she said.
Rafe exchanged a look with Cam. They would deal with the problem. Holly would need a key if she wanted to steal some coffee.
He walked through the front door. Laura’s cabin was tiny, with one room serving as both living room and kitchen. He walked through it. It was neatly kept, but there wasn’t a bed in sight, so it wouldn’t do. There were two closed doors. He picked the one on the right.