by Felicia Lynn
“I love you, Whit. I love you, Alexis and Kelsey so much. But you all always tell me how perfect Drake and I are. Living up to those expectations is hard. I felt like I was letting you all down.” I admit, hoping she understands and won’t hold it against me.
“Cami, you’ve taken care of us forever. I understand what you’re saying but I’m disappointed that the first chance I got, in all our years of friendship to turn the tables and show you the same love and support you give to us without a second thought, you deprived me. You didn’t let us in only to save face and not destroy your so called perfect image!” I hear the frustration lacing her voice but I also feel the love behind it as she continues, “It’s not fair. You can’t always just be perfect and let us only see the good. Stop doing that. When things suck, fucking say it. We love you, flaws and all. We’ve just never seen them. Show us!” she finishes her reprimand by embracing me and including, “Stupid ass.” Right at the ending.
I know our little confession session is over. I walk into her bathroom and clean up my face before rejoining the guys and hopefully getting Drake to take me home. I’m exhausted and over this emotional day.
Chapter 14
Drake
We’re driving home and Cams is slumped down wavering on the edge of sleep. I’m not sure what happened when the girls left to go upstairs, but when they came back down they were both much more subdued and Cams had fresh emotion written all over her face. I asked when we got in the car how girl time was, and she only responded by telling me she was finally honest about what had happened and what she was going through. I could tell she didn’t want to rehash it so I let it go.
We pull into the driveway and she completely misses the fact that my mom’s van isn’t there. The house is dark and completely silent when we walk in and she begins looking curiously around for my mom so I let her in on my secret. “They’re not here, babe. Let’s get you to bed.” I tell her.
She looks confused, “What? What do you mean they’re not here? It’s a school night. Where are they?” she asks, full mommy protective mode kicking in.
I made these plans long before I knew she was having my mother babysit while she went to visit with Whit. I just all happened to work out a little better than I even planned. We have something to do tomorrow and I need her to be rested to do it. Hopefully, she’ll understand tomorrow.
“I asked my mom to take them home with her and drive them to school tomorrow. You’ll see them after school. I was hoping we could all go to the movies tomorrow since it’s a Friday night, if you think they’d like that?” I respond. Hoping my bribe of family time after school is enough to cover my tracks. “I just thought you could use some extra sleep.”
She nods her head in agreement as she walks through the house toward our bedroom. It takes every bit of strength I have not to pin her little ass to the wall of our closet, and fuck her into promising me that we’re going to be okay and we’ll get passed this shit, but I tuck that away and follow her lead when we finally get into bed. She’s wearing my shirt, which awakens things I can’t control in my body, but I know better than to initiate things this soon. This will be all on her.
Before she switches off the light, she turns off the alarm, and silently I’m cheering. She climbs into bed and instead of rolling all the way to her side and leaving a gap the size of the Atlantic Ocean between us, she slides into my side just like the old days. I feel an insane level of contentment from this small gesture and as much as my body aches to be planted inside her, this feels good.
“I love you, Drake. Thank you for today, every minute of it,” She says quietly into the dark room.
It’s so easy to take little things like this for granted. Moments like this are what make us real. There’s nothing real in being afraid to have a conversation about things that aren’t working. Real, is admitting things are fucked up and agreeing to work through it. “More than my last breath, Cams. Sleep, babe. You need it.” I take hold of her hip and pull her into me more tightly.
In the darkness of the room as I wait for sleep to take me away. I vow to myself that no matter what the issue, I won’t keep quite. I won’t avoid conversations because I don’t want to fight. Hell, I probably deprived myself of years of incredible make up sex.
When light filters through the shades, I wake realizing we’ve slept the entire night connected. She’s still out and I have no plans to wake her until I have to. I move my arm a bit testing to see if I can escape without disturbing her and luckily, I slide out easily. I put on my pants and go directly to my office to grab what I need. I drop the bag by the bedroom door then head to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee.
Cams doesn’t drink coffee but she loves tea. I’m pissed at myself for not knowing how to prepare her tea, I need to learn that shit right away. I’d love to be able to bring her a cup of tea in bed. I walk back to our room making myself comfortable in the sitting chair in the corner.
I take out my laptop browsing emails to make sure there’s nothing pressing. I forward the ones needing prompt attention on to the team to start working on them until I get back. I send a quick message to Dawson, my second in command, making sure everything is running smoothly and there are no fires to put out. He responds right away telling me everything is right on track, enjoy my day. Thank. God. I’d hate to have to decide what’s more important for my time, what I have planned with my wife or work bullshit. Pretty sure the board would be pissed to learn today’s plans will definitely be taking precedence.
I hear the covers shift in the bed and I stop what I’m doing and watch as she wakes. I’m never here to see this in the mornings. I leave way before she and the kids wake and on the weekends I usually keep the same wake-up schedule and go to the gym before it gets crowded.
She stretches her arms out above her head letting out a sigh. She’s not a morning person. She never has been. When the kids were really little, it was a struggle. She trained them well though, my children have turned into their mother and all enjoy sleeping late on weekends. Sleep is a valued commodity with most in this house.
I watch as she opens her eyes looking over to my empty pillow before seeing me sitting up in the chair watching her. “Hi,” she says, bright-eyed and well rested. “What are you doing over there?” she asks.
I make a mental note that I want to watch her wake up more often too. My list of things I wish I knew I loved so much is growing by the second the more quality time we get together. “Wife, are you asking me what I’m actually ‘doing’ over here or do you want to know why I’m here, rather than in bed with you?” I ask already knowing which of the answers I’m hoping for.
“Well, I do wish you were still over here in bed with me, so I don’t have to walk across the room to say good morning,” I’m putting my laptop aside and climbing out of the chair before she can even finish, stopping to pick up the leather bag by the dresser along the way, “But shouldn’t you be at work?” she questions.
I climb into the bed beside her and she smiles laying her head back on her pillow, happy that I’ve obliged her request not to get out of bed to say good morning. “I’m not going to work today. I have some very important plans with my wife, you see.” She’s surprised again. But smiling through her sleepy morning eyes.
“What exactly do you have in store for me today, Mr. Adams?” she asks.
I need her to wake up a bit more before I show her what’s in the bag. “Tell me how to make your tea. I’ll go get you a cup and come back and show you, deal?” I ask. However, knowing there’s no compromise.
She is accommodating, giving me instructions to make her tea and just how she likes it. I’m off jogging down the hall to the kitchen to assemble her morning caffeine intake. Thank God for K-cups machine. If I had to wait for the tea kettle to boil, I think I’d die. I follow her instructions, even choosing the mug from the cabinet I see her using the most, and walk more slowly back to the room careful not to spill it. I pass it to her in bed waiting for her to take the first sip to k
now if it meets her specifications. She smiles, “Tasty. Great service. You’re hired.”
“The only job I’ll ever want.” I kiss her forehead before she puts the mug on the nightstand and slides closer to where I’m seated, straddling me. For. The. Win. She kisses me briefly on the lips, then sits up looking up at me.
“So, what are we doing today?” As much as I love and want to have this conversation. There’s absolutely NO WAY I can do it with her on my lap. My cock is getting harder by the second.
“Babe, don’t take this the wrong way. I fucking love you sitting on my lap like this but it’s been a long time since your little bit of happiness has been near my boys, and if you don’t get off me, I won’t be responsible for what happens. Long showers only help so much, you know what I mean?” Her cheeks turn pink and she looks down at her lap where she’s sitting noticing my very ready cock, rising between us.
She laughs. “Oh…morning wood!” she stutters out, making fun of me. I grab her, flipping her over onto her back pinning her beneath me.
“No, not morning wood, babe. I’m not twelve. This is thirty –two year old, haven’t had my cock inside my wife in over two months wood.” I press myself onto her body showing her how hard I am and it gets her attention quickly. She blinks quickly waiting to see my next move, but I promised myself I’d let her be the one to make the first move, when she’s ready. So I know I need to get some space between us. “Now, you stay here, where you’re safe from my ravishing and I’ll be right back.”
I run off to the bathroom, closing the door to prevent myself from sneaking a peek at my near naked wife lying in bed after I pinned her, ready to fuck her into tomorrow. Shit. Get yourself together, asshole. I walk over to the sink splashing cold water on my face and take a few deep breaths while trying to think of anything else. I grab my cock and it’s still rock solid. I don’t have time to jump in the shower and jack off, so my only other solution is to go back out there and deal with it. It’s not like it won’t get hard again anyways. Seeing her lying there.
I walk back to the bedroom attempting to disguise the damn elephant in the room, while in my head I’m doing very dirty things to her. She watches me as I walk back into the room, still smiling, clearly attempting to mask her laughter. I sit on the bed, leaving a vast amount of space between us.
Chapter 15
Cami
I know it’s not funny. I know I shouldn’t laugh but it was unexpected. I don’t really know why I didn’t expect it. It has been a while and Drake has always had a powerful sex drive. He was insatiable for a while, but up until a couple of months ago, we’d never go more than a day or two at the most.
After my surgery I was out of commission for a couple weeks. But then, I guess I just never felt like I could do that, or go there. I didn’t have the desire. But now, after that flip and pin… I feel a little bit of his pain. I’m surprised he stopped himself, but I wouldn’t have faulted him or been disappointed at this point if he didn’t. I’m sure he thinks I’m not ready, or is waiting for me to tell him I am.
He’s my husband and in spite of our challenges, that’s not going to change. He has a need and clearly from my wet panties, I do as well. I just didn’t know it until now. I slide my hands under the covers, taking off my panties and quickly discard them in the nightstand drawer.
When he comes out of the bathroom doing the walk of shame, attempting to hide his massive erection and I can’t help but giggle. He sits on the opposite side of the bed from me glaring at me for laughing, and it only fuels my enjoyment of this moment. “I don’t think there’s anything funny with my little issue. I’ll just sit here and wait for you to finish unless of course you want me to show you just how funny my cock isn’t.” he says smugly, with his sexy little smirk. His sexual frustrations are clearly causing a little bit of a mood issue.
“Oh… Mr. Adams, although it’s been a while since I have been properly acquainted with your,” I pause to look down at his protruding package, my heart’s beginning to race a little at my brazenness as I wet my lips and finish. “Cock. I’m fully aware how seriously I should take it.” His jaw drops. Shocked him. Good. He had that coming.
He stands quickly, “Cams, you have until the count of three to tell me if you’re joking.” His hands go to the waistband of his pajama bottoms. Damn he looks hot in those with no shirt on. Yep. I’m ready.
“Three, Husband. I already took off my panties,” I respond, mimicking his smugness.
His pants are off in less than four seconds. He pounces quickly onto the bed, aggressively pulling back the bed linens creating a barrier between us, and throwing them to the floor. His mouth connects with my own as his hand reaches between us to see how serious I was about having removed my panties. He pulls back. “Good girl. Let’s rid you of this baggy t-shirt.” He says, pulling the shirt over my head.
When we are both completely rid of all clothing and blankets impeding his plans, he looks lovingly into my eyes, reading my expression and response to him. I run my fingertips along his side, “I love you, Drake,” I tell him, knowing he’s struggling to see if I’m really ready and if I’m really okay with what’s happening. But I need this. I miss feeling close to him and if anything, the bedroom has never been a problem for the two of us. “I’m ready,” I tell him, knowing I actually mean it.
His mouth connects with mine kissing me thoroughly, leaving my lips tingling with sensations as he pulls away to lay more kisses softly on every corner of my face. When he gets to my ear, he nips it lightly whispering, “You are the best part of me. I love you, Cami.” Just before he begins trailing his kisses and bites down my neck.
He kisses, nips, and essentially tortures every nerve ending in my body paying extra special attention to my breasts, before making his way south. His fingers and tongue working in unison, so send me flying. The things this man can do with his mouth and fingers. My. God. I’m close to edge. My body begins to quiver and he tightens his hold, keeping my body exactly where he needs it. When I can’t hold it in any longer, I grab hold of his hair, letting go.
As I’m reeling from the release, and I’ve effectively pulled his mouth away, I plead with him. He’s watching me, “Please Drake, Please? I want you,” I beg.
He releases the hand holding my thigh and uses one arm to hold himself up as he kneels above me, without removing his other hand from its task between my legs. “Cams, you’re so beautiful when you come. Are you ready for me, baby?” he asks meeting my eyes. I nod my head in acceptance, unable to form a complete thought at this very moment.
He moves his hand leaving me feeling empty. But that changes quickly when he presses the tip of his cock into me, it leaves a bit of a burning sensation. He’s moving ever so slowly and taking his time. I open my eyes and see his beautiful blue eyes searching my face for any signs of distress. I mouth, “I love you” with my voice absent of sound. He presses into me a little more, and more.
“Never more than I love you, gorgeous. You feel so fucking good.” There have been plenty of times in our years of marriage that quickies were all that we could manage. There have been times where we’ve made love for hours. And there have also been the times where we’ve wanted more adventure and gotten naughty. This is different. This feels much more like the first time, cautious, loving, aching for connection, feeling like you can’t get close enough.
I run my fingertips across his back pulling him down further onto me wanting to feel his bare chest on my own. When his own pace moves from slow and steady to more quick and uneven, I know he too is close to finding his release. I reciprocate his earlier little message in my ear, taking advantage of his own ear next to mine.
“You. William Drake Adams, are an incredible man. Thank you for loving me in spite of my imperfections.”
He turns his head capturing my mouth, intertwining his tongue with my own, pausing only momentarily to tell me to touch myself, and I quickly comply knowing he won’t finish himself before me again. I rub my clit while he presses
through me. When my leg locks around his thigh digging my heels in, he knows it’s near. “Let it go, gorgeous. Let me feel you.” He tells me, just as my walls clench around him leaving me shaking.
He watches me with a smile as I float back to earth. “Good girl.” His pace even quicker now, he cries out as he empties himself inside of me.
He rolls off of me onto his back pulling me onto him, leaving us both a very sweaty, sticky mess but I don’t care. If this is what ‘unperfect’ looks like. I’m embracing it.
There are no words that are exchanged in the moments following our reconnection but there are no words necessary. Everything that needed to be said in that time, was said. I’m relaxed laying with Drake in the quiet as our heartbeats return back to normal. I feel like one more weight has been lifted off my shoulders leaving me a little lighter and happy.
Chapter 16
Drake
We showered together getting a much later start on our day than I would have expected but it was worth every second. Cami has told me three times how much she would love to hide out in the sanctuary of our room today and as much as I want that as well, I know today is important. I tell Cami to dress quickly, her surprise awaits and she does, with curiosity winning out of her need and desire to have a lazy day alone.
When she’s dressed she comes out of the bathroom to where I’m waiting in the chair having attempted to browse emails but struggling to care about the needs of the company. I put my laptop aside as she sits down on the footstool in front of me. “Okay. I’m dressed and ready as you asked, what’s next?”
My ever so eager girl. I reach for the leather bag, I’ve been attempting to show her all morning. I unzip the bag, opening it so she can see the contents. Remembering the moment years ago when she mentioned this to me jokingly.