by J. L. Leslie
He grips my hips and pumps into me faster. I lose all thoughts of giggling and even Cameron’s dirty talk as my body starts to tremble and my core starts to tighten. I grip his wrist and gasp his name as I come. His teeth gently sink into my shoulder as he lets his seed pump into me. When we’re done, he rests his hand over my belly. This seems to be his new favorite spot.
“Have you talked to Blake since she left?” I ask.
“Are you seriously asking me about my sister right now?” Cameron huffs. I twist in his arms until I’m facing him.
“I’m worried about her.”
“You should worry about me. I’m taking care of all her clients.” he jokes. “My fiancé isn’t a paralegal yet so she can’t help me with my workload.”
“Fiancé?” I laugh. “I don’t have a ring on my finger.”
“We live together now. Isn’t that called common law or something?” he
teases.
“It’s called something. And since I’m just an assistant and we have bills
to pay, we need to get to work.”
Cameron
I see Memphis in my peripheral vision and she doesn’t even notice that I’ve passed our street. She’s texting Anniston and her focus is solely on her phone. I keep driving until I come to the address where I’ve met the realtor a couple of times. I don’t want to raise our baby in my apartment. I want a house for my family. I want to do it right.
When I stop she finally looks up. Her confusion is adorable. I get out and she slowly climbs out of the car. She looks around like she’s trying to figure out what’s going on.
“Where are we?” she asks.
“It’s a house.” I answer.
“Well, no shit. Why are we at a house, Cameron? Are you having to review a crime scene?”
I laugh. “No. I wanted to see if you like it.”
I know the moment realization hits her. Her green eyes get a little bigger. Her lips part in surprise. She looks at the house then back at me. A couple of times.
“Really?”
“Only if you like it.” I assure her. “I don’t make decisions without you.”
We walk inside and look around. I show her it’s a three bedroom and also has an office. There’s a pool in the gated backyard. It’s a large house, but not too large.
We don’t need extravagant. We need us.
As she’s standing on the patio looking at the pool, I take her hand. “So do you like it?”
“Yes. It’s beautiful. It feels like it’s ours already.”
“Good.” I slide the engagement ring engagement onto her finger. “I feel like you’re mine already. Thirty days was never long enough.”