by Blair Grey
He caught my arms in his grip and tugged me up his body, claiming my lips with his again, tasting himself on my tongue. His fingers, meanwhile, ran down the length of my body, leaving no crevice unexplored, before delving into the cleft between my legs, making my body thrum with desire. He plied my inner warmth, and I pulled away from the kiss with a breathless gasp, my body already aching for release.
He was going to be okay. And so was I.
I straddled his hips, reaching between us to line his dick up with my entrance, and I slowly slid down onto his length. There was no pain this time, no burning ache, just an easy stretch, a welcome fullness, a warmth that burned me from the inside out.
Slowly, I started to rock my hips against his, and he dug his heels into the mattress, meeting me thrust for thrust. But there was a languid quality to it, a lack of hurry. Like we could stay here like this for the whole afternoon if we wanted to, or maybe even forever.
The sex that we’d had before had been great. But this was the perfect display of intimacy, a perfect exploration of each other’s needs. I could see him watching me, could see him learning all the ways that my body worked, the things I liked and the things that had less of an effect on me.
He thumbed at my clit, and I practically howled, falling forward against him. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. One hand continued to play with my clit, even as I shivered with ecstasy.
My toes curled until it was a surprise that my legs didn’t cramp. My whole body felt taut, intensely aware of everything that he was doing to me. He nipped at the sensitive skin just below my earlobe, and I tilted my head away to give him better access, my fingers laced with his as I fought just to stay breathing.
He twisted his hips a little as he thrust into me, and I gasped, feeling an even greater stretch than before, his head dragging down my walls and stimulating me in ways that I had never felt before.
The sensations overwhelmed me, crashing through me, dragging me out to the deep. But through it all, I felt safe. I felt warm. I felt loved.
He loves me. And I love him.
It was that thought, more than any sensation of passionate lovemaking, that sent me over the brink this time. It was the fact that he loved me and that I loved him and that maybe, just maybe, we were going to find a way to make it together.
I sobbed as I came harder than I ever had before, and Cameron clung to me as he spilled as well. I groaned as the sensations continued to overwhelm me and gasped as I realized I had, indeed, forgotten to keep breathing. The things that this man did to me, God. I didn’t know why I was so attached to him after so little time, why he was the one to convince me that I didn’t have to go through life alone with just Sam in my heart. But it felt right, then and there, as though we were perfect for each other.
I rolled away from Cameron, lying flat on my back and staring sightlessly up at the ceiling. I couldn’t seem to string together a single thought. All I could think about was how good I felt, how much I loved him, how much I never wanted to leave this little cocoon of bliss.
Cameron turned toward me, his body framing mine. He kissed my temple, and I sighed happily, twisting my fingers with his again. “I love you,” I murmured. “In case you didn’t know that.”
Cameron chuckled. “Just because of the sex?” he asked teasingly.
“Of course not,” I said, and even though I knew he didn’t really believe that was the case, I felt the need to make this very clear to him. I pulled away, looking seriously down at him. “Cameron, there are very few guys that I’ve ever let into my life. And since Sam’s father, there hasn’t been anyone. I hope you realize how special you are to me. I hope you realize how much I love you.”
Cameron smiled at me, pulling me closer in his arms and tugging my head down against his chest. “I love you too,” he said simply. He paused. “There is one thing that I should make clear, though.”
I felt my chest constrict as I wondered what it could possibly be. He loved me … but? Was it possible that he didn’t see a future in this, in us? He had told me that he was going to renounce his position in Red Eyes, but that didn’t necessarily mean that he wanted to be with me. Maybe he was going to move out of the area once he was no longer part of the club. Maybe he wouldn’t want anything to do with me.
Maybe five years from now, he would resent the fact that he had met me. Maybe I was screwing up his whole life right now. Wasn’t that the fear that Sam’s dad had? That I was screwing up his whole life?
“Relax,” Cameron said, jostling me a little. “I just wanted to say that I’m not trading in my bike for an SUV or some other ‘family man’ kind of car.”
I laughed, the sound surprised out of me. “I wouldn’t expect you to,” I told him. “And what’s more, I think Sam would have a fit if you did.”
“Speaking of Sam, as soon as he’s old enough to drive, if he still wants to ride a motorcycle, I’m going to teach him to ride one,” Cameron added. “The right way. The safe way.”
“But you’re never going to let him get involved with Red Eyes or some other motorcycle club, are you?” I asked worriedly.
“Oh hell no,” Cameron said fiercely, his arms tightening around me. “In fact, if I have to, I’ll skin the president of said club alive before Sam ever makes it through the initiation round.”
I snorted. Things like that should scare me. The fact that this afternoon, he had beat up a man to the point where Lex might never walk again. To the point where I had worried that Lex might have died. But at the same time, I trusted Cameron. There was no wrong in doing bad things to bad people, not from where I was standing. Not if it meant that innocent people like Sam were saved.
I snuggled closer against Cameron’s side but then sighed.
“You probably have to get back to the funeral home, don’t you?” he asked, correctly reading the direction of my thoughts.
“Probably,” I said. “I’m sure that Sam is fine with Maddie, but after the day that we’ve had, I honestly don’t want to let him out of my sight at all.” I sat up, looking down at him and biting my lip even though I wasn’t sure why I felt so nervous. “Do you want to come with me?”
We had already both admitted that we loved each other, and there was no reason to think that he wouldn’t want to come with me. Sure enough, a slow smile broke out across his face. “I’d love to come with you,” he said, pulling me into one more kiss. But he flinched and pulled away after just a moment, touching his fingers to his split lower lip.
I grinned crookedly at him. “We’re going to have to think of some way to explain to Sam why your face is all bruised up,” I told him.
“Is he still at the age where we can just tell him that I fell down the stairs?” Cameron asked.
I snickered. “I doubt it,” I said. “The kid’s way too smart to believe that that’s all you did.”
Cameron sighed. “I guess I’ll tell him that I crashed my motorcycle or something?” he suggested.
“Good plan,” I said. “And maybe it’ll make Sam a little more cautious when he starts riding one of his own!”
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