All Over You (All Falls Down #3)

by Ayden K. Morgen

  His sweet words shatter another little piece of my soul.

  I cry until I can't cry anymore, and then I go limp in his arms.

  "Come on, sweetheart," he says a few minutes later, and sets me away from him. He has to fight to get me to loosen my hold on him long enough for him to stand up. And then he peels his clothes off, dropping them to the shower floor with a wet plop. He picks me up again, holding me against his body as he tilts my head back into the spray of the shower.

  I'm exhausted and numb, so I just stand there, staring at the sunburst tattooed over his heart while he takes care of me. We don't talk. His hands are gentle as he massages his shampoo into my hair and then tips my face back into the spray. His lips never stray far from my face. He rains kisses across my lips, my cheeks, and my eyelids as he washes me up.

  Once he's finished, he quickly scrubs up and then turns the water off and grabs a towel, drying me from head to toe as I sway on my feet, trying to remain upright. After wrapping a towel around his waist, he picks me up in his arms and carries me into the bedroom.

  "Hold on to me, kitten," he murmurs.

  When he's sure I've got my arms locked around his neck so I won't fall, he leans over and pulls the covers back before depositing me into the bed. A soft whimper escapes when he pulls my hands from around my neck. I don't want to let him go, not even for a moment.

  He kisses both of my fists before easing them down and pulling his towel off. He tosses it toward the bathroom and then he's crawling into the bed with me. As soon as he's down, I'm on him, wrapping my body around his like a blanket. His skin is still damp, but I don't care.

  "C'mere," he says, tugging me up until I'm draped over him, my legs twisted together with his and my upper body sprawled across his chest. He jerks the blankets up over me when I shiver, and then wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly.

  I fight to keep my eyes open, but it's useless. I'm so emotionally and mentally exhausted, I can't function any longer. With a sigh, I burrow into him, already on the verge of sleep.

  "I love you, kitten," he whispers into my hair.

  "I love you," I whisper back, unable to keep the truth to myself when the thought of losing him hurts so damn badly.

  I wake up close to midnight with my heart pounding erratically. I can't remember what I was dreaming about, but fear pumps through me so strongly, I'm gasping for air. Tears run down my face and I'm drenched with sweat. Somehow, I've drifted away from Cam in my sleep. I'm on the far side of his big bed, an ocean of cool sheets separating us.

  I'm not sure if I make a noise or what, but he stirs.

  "Kitten," he mumbles, his voice rough with sleep. He reaches out for me, patting the bed. When he can't find me, he sits upright. "Kitten?"

  "I'm here," I say, my voice raw.

  I feel more than see him turn toward the sound of my voice, and then he's reaching out again. His hand drifts across my hip before curling around. He tugs me toward him, pulling me across the empty bed until I'm right up next to him again, anchoring myself to him with my arm across his stomach.

  "Hey," he whispers, leaning over me to push damps strands of hair away from my face. The whites of his eyes are the only thing I can see in the dark, the rest of his handsome face is just shadows. "You okay?"

  "Yeah." I run my hand up his torso to his heart, placing my palm over it. His pulse is steady beneath my hand, a gentle thrum. I close my eyes, focusing on the beat until mine slows to match his. The fear strumming through me diminishes, but it doesn't take my anxiety with it. My chest feels tight, as if a great weight presses on me.

  Cam slides down into the bed with me, rolling until we're chest to chest. He strokes his hand up and down my side, pulling out a shiver. "You worried me," he says quietly. His words are a puff of air across my face.

  "I'm sorry."

  "Don't be sorry." He nudges his nose against mine, his lips seeking mine in the dark. "Be here with me."

  I want nothing more than to be here with him. Than to stay here with him.

  He brushes my lips with his, curling his hand over my hip and holding on. I tilt my face, allowing him to deepen our kiss. I can taste my tears on my lips as he slips his tongue into my mouth, teasing the tip of mine. If he tastes them, he doesn't say anything. A soft groan tumbles from his lips as he hardens against my leg.

  "Roll over," he whispers against my mouth, helping to turn me until my back is against his chest. He runs his hand down my stomach and then pulls my leg up over his hip from behind. His hand slides between us, seeking out my wetness.

  "Cam," I moan, arching into his touch.

  He kisses my neck, and then bites into my shoulder as he dips his fingers into me, teasing my clit.

  His body is warm against mine, a living blanket keeping the chill in the room from me.

  "God, kitten," he groans when I mewl, rocking my hips into his hand. His fingers slide across my clit before he slips one inside of me, opening me up to him. His cock nudges between my legs, bumping against his hand. He teases us both, running the head through my folds before he notches himself at my entrance.

  "Touch yourself for me," he breathes, lifting his hips until he's sliding inside of me, a low groan rumbling in his throat.

  I gasp his name as I slide my hand down my body. One finger swirls over my clit.

  "Kitten," he breathes again, holding me in place with a hand between my breasts. He rocks into me in slow strokes, his lips and teeth against my neck and shoulder. He runs his other hand across my hip and thigh before covering my hand, stroking against my clit with me.

  My fingers bump against his cock on every stroke.

  "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," I tell him, choking on the words.

  He presses his lips to my shoulder, breathing me in. "Let go, sweetheart. Let me take care of you."

  Soft moans and sweet whispers echo around the room as he makes love to me from behind, his big body wrapped around mine until I can't tell where he ends and I begin. The moment is so tender, so sweet, that tears sting my eyes again, dripping silently down my cheeks.

  Heat begins to take over, sparking to life between my thighs. He lifts my hip higher, thrusting harder. The change in angle causes the head of his cock to drag against my g-spot with every stroke.

  I cry out again and then again, until the room is full of my sounds and his.

  "Come for me," he says, stroking against my clit faster.

  I slide my hand away from his and down, cupping his balls. They're tight, like he's right there on the edge. He moans my name, his arm tightening around me.

  "I love you, Cam," I whisper, my voice breaking as emotion chokes me.

  "Kitten," he cries out and then he's gone, pulling away from me.

  Before I can miss him or ask where he's going, he's back, guiding me onto my stomach. His body covers mine and then he's sliding inside of me again. He holds me down with his weight, thrusting hard. Every time he moves, my nipples and clit bump against the sheets, pulling soft cries of pleasure from my lips.

  His breath is a broken pant in my ear. He gathers my hair up and moves it away from my neck.

  "Say it again," he says against my skin before biting into the shell of my ear.

  "I love you."

  "Again."

  "I love you."

  He rears back to lift my ass into the air. His fingers dig into my hips as he slams himself inside of me once more. He thrusts harder, striking so deep, I know I'll still feel him tomorrow. I rock back against him, taking all of him over and over. He fucks me hard, his balls slapping against my ass.

  "Come on my cock," he grunts, reaching between us to play with my clit again. "Need to feel you dripping down my balls again, kitten. Give it to me."

  I cry out, lifting my ass higher.

  "It's mine. I want it." He presses against my clit, curling his body over mine again. "Fucking come, kitten," he growls in my ear. "Now."

  His demand sets off an explosion. I come hard, bucking wildly
beneath him as fire races through my veins, melting me from the inside out.

  "Yes," he growls, going wild above me. His hand digs into my hip, his other grinding against my clit as he drives his hips into mine, impaling me on his cock over and over. He's relentless, making me come once and then again. Still, he doesn't stop. He rolls us over, demanding that I ride him.

  I do, rising up and dropping back down onto him, impaling myself with his cock. My nails dig into his shoulders as he plays with my nipples. He's all over me, leaving another roadmap of marks scattered across my body.

  "Fuck, I love this cunt," he groans, grabbing my hips in his hands and lifting me. He drops me down hard, grinding his pelvis into me.

  "Please," I whimper, not sure I can come again. My body is so sensitive…the slightest touch is going to shatter me.

  "One more, kitten," he says, rising up until I'm straddling his lap, our foreheads pressed together. "I need you to give me one more." He rocks me against him, flexing his hips to push deeper every time I sink down onto him. "Let me feel you come one more time," he says, and I think he's pleading with me…begging me to give him what he wants.

  As if he even needs to ask.

  "Come with me," I whisper into his mouth, tangling my hands in his hair as another orgasm begins to spark inside of me, pulling me toward the edge. "Please, Cam." I don't want to come alone this time. I want him with me when I fall over the edge.

  "Yes." He pulls me down on him, grinding his pelvis into me as he kisses me. He's soaked with sweat, beads rolling down his body. His movements pick up until he finds the rhythm he needs. "Fuck, kitten," he moans into my skin, slamming me down onto his cock again and then again.

  "I love you," I cry out as I begin to come, bright lights bursting in a spray of vibrant color.

  "Ivy!" He slams me down onto him and stills. He moans and trembles in my arms, resting his head against my chest as he gives me everything he has, spilling into me in a rush of wetness.

  I run my hands through his sweaty hair as we both come down, breathing hard.

  "I love you," I whisper.

  An unintelligible, almost broken sound comes from his lips. His arms tighten around me until he's crushing me against him, holding me like he's never going to let me go. Like he might fall apart if I try to move away from him. Another soft sound rumbles against my chest.

  It takes me a moment to realize that he's saying something, repeating the same words over and over.

  "Please don't take her from me," he whispers against my skin. "Please."

  chapter seventeen

  all over you

  "Miss Kendall," Thomas Jacoby, Cam's partner, says with a polite incline of his head early the next morning. We're in Cam's office, waiting for…I honestly don't know who we're waiting for.

  "Hi," I whisper to him, wringing my hands together. I'm so scared, I feel like I'm going to throw up.

  Cam hasn't left my side since we arrived, but not even having him beside me calms the anxiety churning through me. Any minute now, I'm going to be arrested for manslaughter and transported to jail, where I'll remain until I go before a judge and enter a plea. If I'm lucky, I'll be granted bail. If I'm not, these are my last few minutes as a free woman.

  "Is it done?" Cam asks Jacoby.

  His partner nods.

  I glance between the two of them, not sure what they're talking about. Cam squeezes my hand, but doesn't fill me in. Instead, he lifts his free hand and pushes his hair away from his forehead, expelling a heavy breath. He's been quiet this morning…has been since last night, honestly.

  After his little prayer, he pulled me into his arms and just held me. I don't think either of us managed to sleep anymore. We just laid together, waiting for the sun to rise and my nightmare to really begin. I think he's hiding something, but I'm not sure what or if I even want to know. If there's something worse waiting ahead, I'm not sure I'm going to be able to deal with it.

  I already feel stretched thin, on the verge of breaking wide open.

  "Ventura will be here soon," Jacoby says, leaning back against the door.

  Cam nods and then closes his eyes for a moment. "Can we have a few minutes?" he asks his partner.

  "Yeah." Jacoby glances at me again, offering me a small smile, and then he pulls the door open and ducks out. "I'll give you until he gets here."

  "Thanks."

  The door closes behind him, leaving me and Cam in silence.

  "Promise me something," he says, plucking me out of my chair and pulling me into his lap. He turns me so he can see my face, and then tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

  "Okay."

  He stares at me for a long moment as if trying to memorize my face. His eyes are dark beneath from lack of sleep, but the gray is as bright as ever. He's never looked more handsome to me than he does in this moment.

  "Promise me that, no matter what happens when Ventura gets here, you won't give up on me," he says. His voice is rough with emotion. The same passes through his eyes, pain and fear mingling in the stormy depths.

  I search his face, ill at ease. "What's wrong?"

  "Nothing. I just need to know that you'll keep fighting, no matter what."

  I know he's lying to me, but I don't want to spend our last few minutes together arguing, so I agree. "Okay," I promise, leaning my head on his shoulder.

  He expels a breath and then kisses me on the forehead.

  "What's going to happen to me, Cam?" I whisper, linking our fingers together in my lap.

  "Ventura will read your Miranda Rights, and then you'll be searched." He curses softly as if just remembering something. "You'll have to exchange your clothes for a jumpsuit."

  "Okay."

  "Someone will have to be with you while you undress."

  "Oh." I swallow hard. "C-can it be you?"

  He shakes his head reluctantly. "'Fraid not, kitten. We'll make sure you have to be a female officer, though."

  "Okay." That makes me feel a little better, but not much. I don't want to have to strip naked in front of someone I don't know just to prove that I'm not trying to carry anything into the jail with me. The thought alone is humiliating.

  "Once you're changed, you'll be questioned, and then Ventura will transport you to the jail, where you'll be processed. You'll be placed in a holding cell, where you'll stay until you go before the judge."

  "When?"

  Cam sighs. "We're trying to make sure that happens today, but it may be tomorrow, sweetheart."

  I squeeze my eyes closed, my stomach churning.

  "While you wait to be arraigned, you'll be interviewed again, which will help determine whether or not you're given bail. Jacoby has already talked to the D.A. on your behalf, and she's agreed not to fight letting you out on bail with a few stipulations."

  "What stipulations?"

  He hesitates for a moment. "You'll have to stay with me while you're out, and you'll have to wear an ankle monitor. You won't be allowed to leave my condo unless you're going to medical appointments or to see your lawyer." He hesitates again. "You're also going to be forbidden from using computers or smartphones."

  "What?" I sit up, frowning. "Why?"

  He closes his eyes for a moment and then pops them back open, eyeing me. "Honestly? I think the D.A. wants to make this as uncomfortable as possible for you. But this will only help your case, kitten. As soon as Fake Ivy posts to one of her profiles, we'll have even more evidence that you didn't do this."

  Even when they let me out, I'll still be a prisoner then, unable to leave Cam's condo or even Google any of the million things I find myself looking up every day. I'll have a box around my ankle, tracking my every move.

  "She's winning," I mumble, hanging my head as another wave of humiliation blasts through me. I don't cry though. I don't think I have any tears left. Cam claimed the rest of them last night when he fell apart in my arms.

  "Not for long," he vows, heat in his voice.

  We sit in silence for another moment while
I process everything he just told me.

  "Will I be able to see you?" I ask him, already knowing the answer.

  "Not until your arraignment, sweetheart."

  I sigh and curl up in his lap.

  He runs his hand over my head and then down my back, trying to comfort me.

  "Did you mean it?"

  I know exactly what he's asking me. He sounds vulnerable in a way he never has before, and that wrecks me. He's so strong, and I'm breaking him, exactly like I feared I would. I did it last night, and I'm doing it again now. I'm unraveling him, and I don't even mean to.

  I sit up in his lap again, placing my palms on his cheeks so he has to look at me. Only when his eyes meet mine do I respond. "Yes," I whisper, staring at him, willing him to feel how much I mean what I told him last night. "I love you, Cam."

  His lashes flutter and then he pulls me in for a kiss. He's tender one moment and rough the next, his lips gentle against mine before he bites my bottom one. He's discomposed, as if my words have unraveled another little piece of him. I cling to him, kissing him back with everything in me, until we're both breathless and panting.

  When the door opens, Cam reluctantly slows our kiss and then ends it with little pecks to my lips. He presses his forehead to mine and takes a deep breath.

  "I love you, kitten," he whispers.

  I close my eyes, letting the strength behind his words wind through me, giving me the courage needed to rise from his lap and face what comes next.

  Detective Ventura is handsome in a hard way. He's blond, with blue eyes and a square jaw. He's also relentless, and not in a sexy way like Cam. He's a bulldog, attacking from every angle. I don't even know how long he's been questioning me, but it feels like I've been locked in this interview with him for days. I'm completely drained, and he shows no signs of letting up anytime soon.

  As if on cue, he slides a photograph of Rory's body across the table to me.

  I gasp and squeeze my eyes closed, but not quick enough to keep from seeing his bloated, discolored body. His eyes are wide open, discolored. The top half of his head looks misshapen, as if his skull has been fractured. Other bones are obviously broken, entire parts of his body appearing distorted and wrong.