Unstoppable Love: The Kelley Family Series

23. Cameron

Her pussy clenched at the praise, and her gaze jumped to meet mine. Ava Decker’s body was my new favorite thing in the entire world. I could never see another football again and be a happy man if I could sink this deep inside her body every day for the rest of my life.

“You all right?”

Her eyes held some pain, but damn. I’d been surprised she could actually take all of me. I wasn’t just long, but thick, and her inner walls were already pulsing around me. Someday soon we’d have the conversation about birth control. I’d give my annual salary to be inside of her bare, but for now, this would work.

“I just… I need a second.” Her voice was a rasp, and I brushed my hands along her hips. Up her sides, to her lower back, and around the curves of her luscious ass while she let her body become accustomed to my size.

“Okay.” She nodded, pressed her hands to my abs, and slid them up to my chest. She lifted then—and dropped.

A low guttural sound tore from her throat, and I waited and bit my own tongue so I could watch every single minute of this. The first time I was back inside Ava in a decade, and I didn’t want to miss a second of it.

“That’s it. You’re taking me so well, Ava. So deep, and you feel so damn good wrapped around me.”

She must have liked my words because she cursed, rocked harder.

Fucking hell. Every time she dropped down, she cried out. I grunted, feeling my dick hit the end of her deep inside. Soon, I added my own hips. Pushing up, rolling. I grabbed her hips and angled her so I could hit the sweet spot deep inside of her.

Her eyes flared, and she gasped. “Cameron…”

“Don’t come yet. Put your hands on my thighs and ride me, Ava.”

She listened, and fuck, I loved it when she did. I slid one of my hands around her hips until my thumb was at her clit. Pressing in, another shudder and cry rolled through her. Her body was shaking, so damn needy.

“You’re doing so good. Being such a good girl. Take it, Ava, and hold on. Don’t come until I do.”

I gritted my teeth together and held off as long as I could, until she was crying out, making noises that I would hear in my dreams for eternity to come.

I sat up, wrapped my hand around the back of her neck, and yanked her back down to me. The new position made her cry out, and I swallowed it as I slammed my mouth to hers and dove my tongue inside. She tasted like happiness and sunshine, and my balls grew so damn tight, I thought they’d explode.

“Come, Ava,” I growled against her mouth. “Let me see you come for me.”

She came, crying my name and making a host of other sexy noises, and right as the peak of her orgasm hit, her walls clamped around my dick so tightly I had no other choice but to join her.

I slammed her hips down on me and groaned, wrapping my arms around her body as I shot my release deep inside of her.

“Fucking shit,” I rasped. “Shit, Ava, you just keep getting better for me.”

Her body was hot, sweaty, and small pulses kept milking my dick that was still rock hard inside of her.

“I think you broke me,” she whispered, kissing my collarbone and my throat.

A laugh broke free as my hands brushed up and down her body, her back, down to her ass, and the backs of her thighs.

“I could live like this.” With her body wrapped around me, caging me in. Her hair draped all over my chest and shoulders.

“That might make working difficult,” she teased.

“Fuck work.” I had millions and nothing to spend it on.

She laughed and sat up, kissing me as she did. “I think I like you, Cameron Kelley.”

I more than liked her. I’d already told her I loved her. I’d wait and say it again someday soon, when the pain of our past wasn’t so fresh. Brushing hair off her cheek, I cupped her there. “I like you too, Ava Decker. A whole hell of a lot.”

“Wake up, sleepyhead.”

Next to me, with her arm and leg flung over my abs and thighs, Ava’s face was burrowed in my chest. Somehow, during the night, we’d moved from me spooning her to her wrapping her entire body around me.

Not that I was complaining. A whole lot of me was enjoying the wake-up, from her hair being in my face that I’d had to blow away, to the soft feel of her body against mine.

As much as I wanted to start the morning in a much more energetic manner, we’d gone hard last night. It’d been beautiful.

Absolutely perfect. Ava gave as well, if not better, than she took, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t worn her out. Her body alone needed the rest and recovery, so I’d spent the first few minutes waking up trying to calm down my morning excitement and simply enjoy the feeling of waking up next to her.

Finally. After a decade, Ava Decker was in my arms, naked and groaning while I kissed the top of her head, ran my hand up and down her bare-naked back, and tried to coax her into waking.

“Sunshine, we need to get up.”

“We don’t have to do anything,” she grumbled and burrowed into me, squeezing her body against me.

“All right, well, then I need you to untangle your limbs from me so I can get up.”

“I’m not—” Her body jolted, head moved, and then she tilted her head back as far as it could go. Not enough to meet my eyes—which would have been amused as hell if she’d been able to see them—and then “Oh. Crap. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I’ve never…”

I never wanted to hear what she’d never done before. “Not complaining, sweetheart, but I need to move, and I want to know what you want for breakfast.”

“More sleep.”

Isaiah and Ava had definitely not inherited their father’s early bird gets the worm attitude to living. It was eight, and even for me that was late, but it certainly wasn’t early.

I chuckled and gently shifted her body. She moved enough for me to slide out and grab the boxers I’d left on the floor the night before.

“And maybe some bacon?”

Her eyes were now open, cheeks flushed. Her gaze stuck on what I quickly hid beneath my boxers and then slowly traveled further north. The way she looked at me made me feel like a man. Weird thing, sure. But Ava’s appreciation of me made me feel like I could do anything. Conquer new lands. Tackle a bear and survive. Hunt something larger than a deer and come home a winner. All that manly testosterone stuff.

I clenched my abs and made my pecs jump to tease her.

She humphed and fluffed the pillow beneath her. “You’re too happy in the morning.”

“And you’re adorable when you wake up grumpy.” I pressed my hands to the bed on either side of her and kissed her forehead. “I need to use the bathroom and then I’m going to cook some breakfast. Figure there’s gotta be things in your fridge I can use, but if not, I’ll run to Haven’s Market for it. You want to join me? Or sleep some more?”

“I only have eggs,” she groaned and rolled to her back, stretching. “And I need to get up, so I’ll go with, but give me a bit to get ready?”

I gave her another kiss. “I’ll go use your other bathroom. Take your time. Do you have coffee?”

She yawned behind her hand, nodding against the pillow.

All that blonde hair was a frazzled mess. Someday soon, I’d need her to come spend a weekend with me so I could have it all over my bed and the visual reminders long after she was gone. “Corner cupboard above the Keurig. And there are toothbrushes in the drawer in that bathroom.”

“Stocking up for me already? How sweet.”

She snorted and pushed herself to sit, grinning with a sleepy smile and blinking eyes. She was beautiful all the time. Always had been. But the vulnerability on her when she was waking up with smeared makeup and messy hair and still giving me sass and not worried about her appearance?

That was sexier than anything I’d ever seen.

“The toothbrushes are for Lydia if she’s ever here and can’t drive home. Or any other guests I have.”

“And those better all be other women in town or Isaiah.”

She shrugged, and damn if it didn’t feel like she was trying to goad me into reminding her who she now belonged to.

As much as I wanted to, I didn’t need her in pain when I took her later.

“Get ready,” I told her and stepped away from the bed. “And wash your face. You look like a raccoon.”

She gasped and jumped out of the bed. I was in the hallway when I heard, “You’re a pain in my ass, Cameron Kelley!”

Well… now there was a fun idea…

“We don’t need all this,” Ava grumbled as I threw another package of chicken breasts into the cart.

“We going out to eat this weekend?”

She clamped her mouth shut.

That was what I thought. Even while we were in town, on a Sunday morning when seventy percent of town was getting ready for church and it was only Earl Haven working the register up front, Ava was still ducking her head. She’d brushed her hair and left it down. She’d also washed her face and left it makeup-free. I’d had time to use the bathroom, pour two cups of coffee, and take her one while she was scrubbing yesterday’s mascara off her eyes, which got me a scowl in the mirror when I entered before she was ready to go.

Ten minutes later, we were in my truck heading to the grocery store in town, and Ava’s knee was bouncing non-stop.

She was nervous about spending time in town with me. In any other circumstance, I wouldn’t understand, but this was New Haven, and word spread faster than the damage of a summer tornado. I had no doubt she wasn’t nervous about me, but on what would be said about her, so I didn’t mind.

But her hiding her face from public view in the middle of the store was starting to get to me.

So yeah, I was taking my time. Drawing this out.

“Can we get the rest later?” As she asked, her stomach rumbled.

“Right. Sorry.”

So I didn’t need to be a dick and prove my point. I got it.

I grabbed the remaining items I needed for breakfast and lunch and explained, “Just so you know, I need about thirty-five hundred calories a day during the season. I eat a lot. And even with this in the cart, it’ll be gone by the time I leave Tuesday.”

“You have to eat that much?”

“Gotta keep the weight on, and we work out a lot. Wouldn’t do my team well to have me losing weight or cutting calories when my body needs it to heal and work properly.”

“Wow.” She sighed and tucked a chunk of hair behind her ear.

We reached the end of the aisle, and I stopped for another cart that was passing us.

“Mom?” Ava’s eyes turned huge, and her face paled.

Of all the people I expected to run into in the store, it was not Ava’s mom, with both of us clearly dressed in practically pajamas. Shit. I hadn’t even bothered to brush my hair or shave this morning.

“Morning, kids,” Connie said, quickly recovering from her surprise at seeing us.

“Why aren’t you in church?” Ava asked. She was standing straight now, no hiding in sight, but as I pressed closer to her and settled my chest to her back, my hand on the outside of where she was holding onto the car, her spine stiffened.

Connie shrugged. “Took a day off. The Lord doesn’t mind. Didn’t expect to see you two here. Together, so early in the morning. Now, that… the Lord might mind.”

“Mom.” Ava’s whisper was harsh and had quite a little squeak to it. “Stop it.”

“No worries. But I am a little jealous I haven’t seen either of you lately, so dinner tonight? We’ll see you around six.”

She continued pushing her cart, a satisfied, almost cocky smile on her face as she meandered past us. If I wasn’t so worried about the harsh breathing from the beauty in front of me, I’d be certain Connie whistled a happy little tune as she walked away from us as well.

“You all right?” I dropped my hand from the cart to Ava’s hip. She was still strung tight, and her breathing was still picking up.

“I cannot believe my mom said that.”

“About dinner or the Lord?” I poorly hid my amusement, and Ava spun, glaring up at me.

“This isn’t funny.”

“What’s funny is you don’t realize this was all planned. She knew we were here.”

“What?”

“She was dressed for church, and her cart was empty.” The surprise of getting busted in the grocery store hadn’t been enough for me to miss it.

“I’m going to stab Marty in her sleep.” She pushed the cart and headed straight toward the checkout where Lydia’s mother was looking anywhere but at us. “And my mom could have called, like a normal human.”

There was nothing normal about Connie Decker. Sweet and compassionate, her sass and feistiness snuck up on you.

“Yeah, but then you could have said no. It’s dinner with your family, Ava, not the Spanish Inquisition. We’ll have fun.”

“I know. That was just embarrassing. Like she was trying to catch Lydia and I sneaking out of the house or something.”

“Well, good morning, kids.”

Ava began unloading the groceries, slamming the food down on the conveyor belt harder than necessary. Marty glanced at me, and I shook my head as she fought a smile.

“Mrs. Haven,” Ava grumbled. “You’re in big trouble.”

“Shush, child, a woman’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.”

“Ever hear of mind your own business?” She slapped down a package of chicken so hard I covered her hand.

“Food’s already dead, no need to keep beating it.”

Ava scowled up at me and then blushed a deep cherry red. “This isn’t funny. We’re adults, and they’re treating us like kids.”

“Always have been, always will be our kids. You know that.”

Marty had a point. I was never called a kid until I came back home, and then every time I saw someone my parent’s age, I became a kid all over again. I figured I could be sixty and still be called a kid whenever I stepped foot in New Haven.

I gently bumped Ava out of the way, toward the end of the aisle. “It’s all right, Marty. No harm, no foul.”

“Your mom missed you,” she said to Ava. She lowered her voice, and this time she sounded more motherly than my own tended to. “She missed you when you were gone and with that boy, and she’s plum-filled with happiness you’re with this one. Let her have her moment and her dinner, and forgive an old woman for a brief stint at being senile.”

The fight left Ava as her shoulders slumped. “You weren’t being senile. You were being nosy, and we all know it.”

“Well, at least now you know where Lydia gets it from.”

Ava grinned then and shook her head. “You’re too much, Mrs. Haven.”

“Good. Now come give me a kiss, and I promise I’ll mind my own business from now on.”

“Deal.” She moved around the checkout counter, gave Lydia’s mom a kiss on her cheek and a quick hug. “And no more callin’ my mom for any reason.”

“Won’t make promises I can’t keep. What if you’re stuck in a snowstorm and need some help?”

Ava rolled her eyes and went back to bagging the groceries while Marty finished ringing us up.

“You kids have plans today, then?”

“Yeah,” Ava drawled. “Dinner with my family, thanks to you.”

She was laughing as she said it, and Marty shot me a what can you do? kind of smile.

“I think we’re relaxing this weekend, Marty.”

“Good idea. Gotta keep that arm loose. You boys are looking good this year.”

I figured our team’s center or three-hundred-pound linebackers wouldn’t laugh at being called boys like they were still in elementary school.

“Let’s hope it stays that way. Sure would like to end the season on a higher note than last year.”

“You’ll do it. All you Kelleys are the same. You get an idea in your head, and you make it happen. Just make sure that when it comes to women, especially this favorite of mine, when you get those ideas in your head about her, make sure it’s for her and not your own.”

I stilled at the caution in her tone, the intent behind it. If she was warning me off Ava because I was far away, or if it was more motherly advice.

“Who knew you were so wise, Mrs. Haven?” Ava teased, but there was concern knitting her brows together.

“I’ve learned a thing or two, and Earl learned early on in our marriage that the most important thing was that if he was making decisions that had me as the priority, then all was well. It was when he started thinking of himself first, things got sticky. Learn from me, son, and you two take care.”

“I will, Marty.” I tapped my credit card to the pay machine and then gave her a quick hug. “Have a good week, ma’am.”

“Always do.” She hummed and helped Ava load the groceries into the cart.

We headed out, and I lowered the tailgate to my truck. “I’ve got them,” I told Ava when she reached for the groceries. “Think Marty was trying to warn me to stay away from you or just warning me how to treat a woman in general?”

“Not sure.” Ava shrugged. “But if it means you’re always putting me first, not sure I care much.”

She rested her shoulder against the back of my truck while I finished loading the bags, and I chuckled. “Sunshine, when it comes to you, you always come first.”

I left her at my truck while I returned the cart, jaw slack and a blush rising on her cheek.