Unstoppable Love: The Kelley Family Series

21. Cameron

Overtime. I almost lost my mind when my team tied the game with only a minute left instead of going for the touchdown. It was preseason. Our backups were in. The game meant nothing in terms of ranking for the regular season, and now was the time to push it, to see what we could do when time was on the line.

Partly, I was pissed at my coach for not trusting Potter to get the job done, whether we won or lost.

Mostly, I was pissed. It meant it’d be a half hour later than planned when I could get to New Haven, pull into Ava’s driveway, and then pull off her clothes.

We won. I should have been thrilled about it. Potter’s nerves were gone at the start of the third quarter when he went in ten points behind Arizona. I’d played most of the first half due to the game being close, but it didn’t matter how great our offense played, our defense was having a hard time getting their timing down. All that led to penalties and more yards for Arizona, but I had to give credit to Potter. He didn’t falter once in overtime when our team moved the ball quickly down the field. No penalties on our part. No false starts or holding calls. We scored the touchdown and then forced Arizona into a fourth-and-three situation where our defense stepped up and sacked their quarterback.

We looked good out there today. A few errors. Some penalties that could have been avoided for sure, but I had no doubt our team was looking for another championship run come the end of the year and early into next.

Even if our starters were injured, our backups were solid.

The team was looking good.

I was still pissed that it was later than I wanted when I hit the stoplight entering New Haven and turned right.

Main Street was packed. There was a line outside Tom’s Saloon, not unusual at nine o’clock on a Saturday. Families were walking around the square, eating ice cream. Kids were running in the grass and playing hide and seek around the gazebo.

My hands were aching on my steering wheel as I turned another right.

Thirty more seconds, and I’d finally be able to take a full, deep breath since leaving Ava on Wednesday morning.

God, I hoped like hell she was ready for me.

There she was. My front headlights illuminated her as I turned into her empty driveway, which meant her car must have been in the garage.

Ava was sitting on the swinging front porch, her long, thick hair braided and draped over one breast. She had on a short sundress, phone in one hand, a glass of wine in the other.

By the time I parked my truck, she was on her feet, at the top of the stairs.

“Good game, superstar,” she teased as I jumped out and slammed the door.

The beep of my doors locking echoed like a gunshot in the quiet, still night.

“Get inside, Sunshine,” I all but growled.

She was turning me into an animal, and all the intensity I felt getting to her raged to a boiling point seeing her.

The damn dress she had on was barely long enough to cover her ass.

“Tell me you didn’t wear that to my home,” I said as I reached the top step. The very idea of any man seeing those legs of hers, even if they were my brothers, turned me feral. She hadn’t moved but was looking up at me with an amused expression.

“Less,” she teased and brought the glass of wine to her lips, looking completely unbothered. Like she couldn’t tell I was one breath away from taking her right there on the porch. “Are you going to be a bossy jerk all night, or are you at least going to say hello?”

Damn. She was right. She drove me so crazy, I lost my mind and apparently, now my manners around her.

“Both,” I assured her, and then leaned in and brushed my lips over hers. She tasted like wine and sunshine. Happiness. Home. “Hey, Sunshine. You look beautiful.”

She grinned up at me. “That’s better.”

I yanked her to me with one hand and smacked her ass with the other. “Now get inside. I missed you, and your dress is too damn short for anyone but me to see.”

Her amused expression was now gone. In her eyes, there was nothing but need.

Fuck it. I wasn’t waiting for her. I grabbed her hips and held her to me, forcing her to swing her wineglass out of the way and lock her ankles around my hips. I carried her to the door, opened it, and kept moving until we were in the kitchen and she was sitting on the island countertop.

“Well.” She glanced around. “This is not at all where I thought you’d take me. Hungry?”

“Only for you, but I didn’t want to scare you off quite yet.”

“Not sure anything is scarier than that gift you sent me earlier this week.”

Tease. She was a damn tease. I’d heard her climax and the way she got all breathy when we spoke. I had no doubt she was using that thing more than I’d hoped for. So much so, I went to bed and woke up in the morning, jerking off, jealous of the fact she had it and was probably using it when I couldn’t be there.

I brushed my hands up her thighs, shoving up the flimsy excuse for a skirt on a dress until her panties were visible. Sweet, white cotton thongs had never been so sexy until I saw them on her.

“Doesn’t look like you’re scared.” A wet spot was at the center of that thong. “Looks to me like you’re getting excited even talking about it.”

“Maybe,” she rasped, and my dick hardened at that raspy tone in her voice. “Good game today.”

“Hm…” I traced my finger up and down her inner thigh. I stared at it—the way goose bumps rose on her legs and the small, quick jerky movements of her hips. I came close to the apex of her thighs and moved back down. “How was your day with my family?”

“I don’t really want to talk about your family right now.”

“No?” I swiped my finger over the wet spot, and her stomach clenched. “What if I were to tell you that you won’t get more than this until you do?”

“Cameron.” It was a plea. And damn, I liked the way she begged.

She’d be doing a hell of a lot more of it soon.

I pressed against the wet spot again, found her clit through the flimsy material, and at the sound she made, my balls tightened.

I met her gaze. Her blue eyes were glassy. Beautiful. Cheeks flushed. She was now holding on to the counter, fingers curled around the edge, and her large breasts were heaving up and down.

“Cameron…”

I pressed my finger harder. “Did you have fun?”

“I baked cupcakes with Josie.”

“Talk to Bryce?”

“Fuck,” she rasped and arched her hips against my finger. I yanked it away and brought it to my mouth, sucking on it.

Her eyes closed, and her head fell to my shoulder. “Can we talk later?”

“Need something?”

I needed her. Screaming my name. Clamping around my dick. I needed her writhing beneath me and her hair brushing my thighs as she rode me. The ways I’d imagined taking her this week were more numerous than plays in my team’s playbook and equally detailed.

Her hands slid to the sides of my neck, and she tugged me toward her. “Kiss me?”

I hadn’t even realized I’d broken my no-touching rule until then.

What an ass I’d been. I’d talked her into masturbating on the phone with me, sent her a picture of my hard dick after I came, and sent her a freaking sex toy.

All before I’d waited for her to ask me to touch her or kiss her.

“My pleasure.” I leaned down and brushed my lips over hers. For both our sakes, this needed to go slow. But as soon as her lips met mine and hers parted for me, it was a battle.

I’d been a live wire all week, a beast in practice due to the fact I couldn’t get my need for her out the way I wanted.

I couldn’t hurt her, though. Wouldn’t.

She deserved to be treasured and I’d gone about this all wrong.

“Hold on.” I forced my hands to the counter outside her hips and brushed my lips over hers. “I want to make sure this is what you want. It just occurred to me that I think I might have jumped us forward a hundred steps this week.”

Ava glanced up at me. Blinked. Blinked again. A huge smile stretched her face right before she threw her head back and laughed.

Her laugh was one of the seven wonders of the world. Beautiful and stunning as the rest of her, and she didn’t laugh with her mouth. Her entire body and her eyes lit up as she did so.

“Cameron,” she said, still laughing. “I’m spread on my kitchen counter, my hands on you, and I’ve been counting down the seconds until you could be right here even if I’m still a little scared. I think we’re on the same page.”

“It’s just… I realized when you asked for that kiss that I was touching you, and I hadn’t held up my end of the deal.”

She was still smiling. Eyes still dancing with humor. They sparkled like diamonds as she chuckled again. “I think that deal went out the window when I asked for a dick pic.”

I snorted. Couldn’t be helped. She was right. She’d asked for that.

Still…

“I don’t want to mess this up.”

I was rarely hesitant. I did what I wanted, and I went with my gut. It didn’t always end up being the right thing to do, and I’d found myself in hot water over the years for it, but when I had an idea, I rolled with it. Unfortunately, rolling with the ideas I’d had about Ava ended up with me hurting her.

Now might not have been the time to hesitate, but I had to be certain.

She scooted forward on the island, hands still clasped at my neck. “Look at me.”

“Now look who’s bossy?”

She smirked and ran her hands down my arms and back up them. Her gentle touch was soothing but irritating and made me hard all over again. Then her hands were sliding down my stomach, straight to my dress pants I’d worn to the game, and her hand was at my dick.

Eyes flared as she cupped my balls and pressed her hand along the length of my arousal.

I grunted, hips pushing into her hand.

“I think that if you don’t do something to me soon, I’m going to go get that toy you sent and play with that instead.”

There was that raspy, breathy tone all over again.

I kept my eyes on her as her hand rubbed me. I let her see how much I liked it, and then slowly, I pressed one hand to the center of her breasts and guided her back until she was lying down on the counter. My own personal, delicious buffet.

She shivered from the cold of the granite against her skin, squirmed as I brushed my hands over her breasts. God, they were large. Nipples pebbled beneath the thin fabric.

I stood back and tore off my T-shirt, and her eyes widened.

“You wearing a bra with that dress?”

Ava shook her head and shivered again as I brushed my hands up her thighs, back down to her calves, then her ankles. I pushed her dress up to her stomach and slipped my fingers beneath the waistband of her thong.

“Get out of that top, then. Tug your straps down and let me see your breasts.”

“Okay.” Her fingers trembled as she listened. As she unveiled herself to me, I tugged down her thong and dropped it to the floor.

Her cunt glistened with wetness, and I bit back a groan. Slow. I’d go slow with her. Eat her out, give her an orgasm or two on the counter before she’d be ready to fully take me.

“Beautiful,” I told her. I grabbed her ankles, lifted them until they were propped on the counter. “Hold on to the edge behind you.”

Her island was narrow. If she were any taller, her head would fall off the edge, and wouldn’t that be a beautiful thing to try?

Bet she could take me nice and deep down her throat.

Some other time.

“Cameron.”

“Yeah, Sunshine?”

She arched and rolled her hips. “I’m dying here. Do something. Please.”

I bent over her, spreading her knees wide and opening her up for me. The glass of wine had been left abandoned on the counter. “How much of that have you had?”

“Two. One at your house.” As she spoke, my fingers found her sex. “Shit.”

“When was the second?” I slipped my finger around her clit. It was swollen, and she was already dripping wet.

“Here,” she said. Her fingers white-knuckled her grip on the island, and she whimpered when I pressed a finger at her opening. Her body clung to me, sought me, tried to take me deeper, but I kept it there, right at her opening, learning the feel of her, playing with her.

“Good girl,” I said and slammed my finger inside.

She gasped, her head thrown back. It made her breasts rise into the air, and I bent over her, taking one nipple in my mouth and sucking deep while my finger inside moved more.

She was tight. Slick and so damn hot, I had to swallow down the urge to forgo going slow and slam my aching dick into all that goodness.

“Holy shit,” she chanted. And soon her hips were working with me. Searching for more. I added a second finger and moved to her other breast, where I laved her nipple with the same treatment. Every hard suck made her body tighten, and the sexiest little noises tore from her throat.

My fingers were drenched with her, and once she’d relaxed enough with two, I added a third.

“There you go. Nice and easy.”

Her eyes squeezed closed, and a delightful moan escaped her lips as she adjusted.

“Take it slow, Ava.”

Her body had tightened, and I bent down, went back to playing with her nipples until she was squirming beneath me and relaxing around my fingers. I shoved them in further, my balls aching with the sounds she made as she adjusted. Popping off one nipple, I leaned over and slammed my mouth to hers.

My fingers pumped in and out of her, curled, and hit that rigid spot inside of her. I swallowed her cries and pressed the heel of my hand to her clit.

She cursed and whimpered, and it wasn’t long at all until her core was pulsing around me.

“Come for me, Sunshine. I want all you have all over my hand.”

She tore her mouth off mine, threw back her head, and her entire body convulsed as her orgasm hit.

And fucking hell. She clamped down on my fingers in a way I knew once I got my dick inside of her, I’d never want to leave.

As soon as her orgasm crested, relaxed, I picked up one of her thighs, bent it high and to the side, and my mouth descended.

“Holy fuck!” she cried out, hand slamming to the back of my head as I ate her out. “Cam. Shit.”

She was sensitive as hell, but as I pulled her clit into my mouth and nipped at it, I kept going.

“One more.” Her body shook and twisted. Arched. Like it didn’t know whether to run and hide or stay and play, but I kept working her. Kept tasting her. My tongue dipped into her slit and then back to her clit and as her second orgasm slammed into her, her nails dug into my scalp hard enough to make me bleed.

Pulling my hand out of her, I went straight to my waistband. I tugged at the button, yanked down the zipper, and as soon as I was free, I was working myself. I pressed against her, balls to her clit.

Ava lifted her head and used her arms to push to her elbows. “Holy crap.” She licked her lips as I worked myself and jerked my hard, swollen dick.

“My mouth.” She licked her lips and didn’t take her eyes off the cum oozing from the tip. “Come in my mouth, Cam.”

“Fucking hell,” I groaned, leaning over her. Heat barreled down my spine and drew up my balls. I came like a rocket, spurting all over her tits and her throat, as I hit her right into her opened mouth.

Filthy. I never would have thought sweet and sexy Ava Decker liked—no, wanted—the filthy, dirty sex I’d imagined with her.

She closed her mouth, swallowed, and while I was still trying to clear my vision of sparking white dots, she ran her hand over her tits, gathered up what she hadn’t already swallowed and brought those fingers to her mouth, wrapping her lips around them.

I braced myself with a hand at her side, my thumb brushing against her ribs.

“I think you might be fucking perfect for me.”

Her answer was a glassy-eyed, fully satisfied, and sexy-as-hell smile.