28. Ava
Who needed a bed when Cameron was standing above me, his eyes blown with desire while he shoved down his dress pants? His bulge was obvious behind his tight boxer briefs, and my mouth watered at the reminder of how good he’d feel inside of me.
Other parts of me pulsed with anticipation.
“Here?” I asked and removed my shirt. I unclasped my bra where it met in the center of my breasts and sighed with relief when they were freed. My nipples were already hard, my thong wet.
Truthfully, I didn’t need an almost fully naked Cameron gazing down at me with the intensity of a wild animal stalking its prey. I’d been turned on from the moment he ran onto the field and proved that he was the best at everything he put his mind to.
As soon as I was naked, completely bared to Cameron, he dropped to his knees in front of me. He wrapped his hand around my ankle and draped my leg over the back of the couch. The other he set on his thigh.
“I’ve been dying for a taste of you,” he said, sliding his warm, strong, and calloused palms up my legs to my inner thighs. “Every night, I think of this.”
As he spoke, he brushed his finger through my slit, and brought his finger to his mouth. “So damn wet and sweet. You missing me too?”
“Yes.” Couldn’t he tell? I was already panting, my hips arching to get closer as he toyed with my clit and teased my opening. “Please, Cam. Don’t tease.”
He grinned, a look so wicked I feared that was what he’d continue to do just to drive me absolutely wild for him, but the teasing was unnecessary.
And I was already wild for him.
“What do you want, then?” His finger pressed inside of me, and a moan that would be embarrassing to make in front of anyone but Cam slipped from my lips. “You want me here?”
“Yes. Please.” It was so, so good. It wasn’t nearly enough and almost too much. The way he watched every emotion flicker across my face and leaned forward, wrapping his lips around my nipples. “I could live right here, my dick buried in your cunt and my face between these tits.”
“Please.” Goodness. I was beyond begging, and he’d swiped my vocabulary for anything but that one word. I pressed my hand to his hair, scraped my short nails against his scalp as he took one nipple into his mouth and sucked and twirled his tongue around my hardened bud. He added a second finger inside of me, and my back bowed off the couch.
“Please. More.”
“You want my mouth there? My fingers? Or my dick?”
I’d take anything he wanted to give me there, as long as he did it now.
“Need to get you ready for me,” he said, stretching his fingers inside of me and moving his mouth to my other breast. “Come on, Sunshine. You want to come now?”
“No. Your dick.”
“It could hurt.”
I relished the idea of the pain that would come from being stretched by him.
“Cameron. Now.”
My hips were bucking against him, and his thumb pressed against my clit. I could have shattered with a release from that alone, but Cam glanced up, met my desperate, needy gaze, and saw all he needed to.
“Condoms.” He said it like a curse, but I shook my head. “Pill. Remember?”
We’d had that talk, and he’d told me he was clean, tested before the season. But there’d been no further discussion on it.
His fingers still inside of me, and with all the seriousness in the world, he asked, “You sure? You good taking me that way?”
“Yes. Please.”
He chuckled at my tone, bordering on whining and how unsexy was that? But it couldn’t be helped. Condom or not, I needed him.
“All right then.”
He stood, shoved down his briefs, and then picked me up, sitting me on his lap and straddling him.
His hand reached down between us and wrapped around his hard, thick length. “Sit down and take it like you need it.”
Shit. I’d forgotten how glorious his dick was. I rose to my knees and curled my hands around his shoulders. Cam put his other hand at my hip, and as I pressed the thick head against my opening, my head fell back and sparks ignited all over my body.
“God, that feels good.” I sighed as I took an inch and then another. Cam’s fingers went to my soaking clit as I worked him inside of me, encouraging me the entire way.
“That’s it, so fucking sexy, Ava. You should see the way you stretch around me. Fuck,” he groaned once I had all of him. My breath was coming in short, raspy pants, and his was no longer measured either. Both his hands went to my hips, and he stilled me. “Give me a second. Jesus, that feels damn good. You’re so warm. Wet. Fuck, you feel like heaven.”
He shoved his head into the back of the couch and groaned as I rocked against him.
I could give him a second, but that was all. My need was demanding I move, to rock. To find that perfect friction and spot deep inside that only he’d been able to find before.
“Cameron,” I rasped. “I need to move.”
I felt a slight sting on my backside, and then Cameron’s eyes opened, landing right on mine. “Ride me then. Show me how much you missed me, Sunshine.”
I leaned forward and kissed him. He took control of the kiss like he took control of my body, and his tongue dove inside my mouth. With one hand wrapped around the back of my head and the other on my hip, helping me slam down on him, I lifted and fell. Rocked.
Cameron swallowed pleasured sounds I hadn’t known I was capable of making, and it wasn’t long until my thighs were burning. My entire body was trembling.
I tore my mouth off his and buried my forehead in the crook of his shoulder.
“Cam!” I called his name as I came, my body clenching around him, pulling him tight. From beneath me, he pounded into me until there was beauty mixed with pain and enraptured pleasure coursing through my body.
He shoved himself deep, slammed me down on him, and he came with a grunt and a curse, his arms wrapped tightly around my back, holding me against him.
“Shit, Ava. Someday you’re going to kill me with how good you feel around me.”
I huffed a laugh. Or made a choked sound. I wasn’t quite sure. I was still seeing stars, and my body was still overly heated, yet, my clit was still pulsing like it hadn’t been nearly satisfied and craved more.
A few weeks of sleeping with Cameron, and he’d turned me into a sex-starved nympho for as much as I craved him.
I wasn’t complaining, either.
Once I figured I could speak without stuttering and my teeth stopped tingling, I pushed off his body and brushed my lips over his. “I missed you, Cam.”
His lips lifted into a soft smile, and his entire expression melted. “I missed you too, Sunshine.”
He kissed me softly. Tenderly. So at odds with how he’d taken me a moment ago, but this was only one of the reasons why I loved Cameron.
He could be soft. He could be commanding. He could be gentle. He could be bossy. And he always seemed to know the exact perfect time to be all of them.
“Let’s go get you cleaned up for round two.”
“Already?”
“My dick might need a minute, but I still need to taste you.”
A delightful, excited shiver rolled down my spine, and Cam didn’t miss it because he started laughing. “Seems to me you like the sound of that.”
“Yeah…”
He slipped his hands to my ass and, with one quiet grunt, lifted us both so he was on his feet, holding me. The move made him jerk inside of me before I lost him.
“I need to clean up. Fast,” I warned him. There was nothing sexy about post-sex fluids dripping down my thighs.
“Maybe I want to see my mark all over you.”
On the other hand, maybe there was.
He carried me to his bedroom, kissed my forehead. “Stay right there.”
As he went to the bathroom and turned on the faucet, I glanced around his room. It was larger than I’d expected—massively so. He had a small sitting area with a loveseat facing a fireplace. A small coffee table was in front of it, with one side table that held a lamp and two paperbacks.
His furniture was rustic, like it could have been taken straight from the ranch and resettled in his new home. The headboard was massive, with thick, square posts at the edges and slats of what could have been reclaimed barn wood, only re-stained and made to look new.
His bedding was a light cream, the loveseat couch a forest green. In one corner, there was a massive plant, and then four large photographs lined the wall above his dresser. All of them were sepia-colored, which matched the browns and creams of his room, two of them had different pictures of massive amounts of cattle. If I wasn’t mistaken, it was Charles Kelley on a horse, tipping his hat toward the photographer. He was in the distance, but I’d known the man my entire life, and further back behind him was a house I knew as well as my own. The final picture was of the tree. The creek with the tall wild grass billowing in a breeze. The place where Cameron followed me to not all that long ago and the scene that held a handful of beautiful memories for me.
“You hurting anywhere?” Cam asked as he came out of the bathroom.
“I feel fantastic.” He chuckled at my response, and I pointed to the framed pictures. “Is that your ranch?”
He nodded and then pressed a warm, wet cloth between my legs. “Lay back, honey.”
I fell back to his bed and tried to ignore how strange it was to have another man cleaning me, wiping his release off my inner thighs and around my sex.
His voice was almost reverent as he watched himself clean me up and said, “I miss home. A lot. A lot more than I thought I would in college, especially. The pictures keep me grounded. Remind me where I’m from and the kind of man I want to be.”
“That’s beautiful,” I whispered, as tears burned my eyes.
It was so sweet. So surprising. I’d known Cameron loved his family and his land, but it kept surprising me how deep that love ran for him.
“So are you.” With his hands sweeping up my inner thighs, spreading my legs wider, goose bumps followed the trail of his hands.
He’d tossed the wet cloth somewhere and was dropping to his knees.
“Cameron…”
“Heels at the edge of the bed, Ava. Let me get a taste of what I’ve been missing so much.”
“I don’t know if I can have sex with your dad watching.”
Cameron threw his head back and laughed. “Close your eyes then, Sunshine. Because I’m not taking that photo down for any amount of money in the world.”
He pressed his tongue to my clit.
I did as instructed—with both my heels and my eyes—and in the end, I completely forgot Charles Kelley was grinning down at us from the bedroom wall.
It was after the third round, which happened in the shower after he went down on me, and it was after I was wearing only a T-shirt Cameron had given me that fell almost to my knees when his phone rang.
We were in the kitchen, me sitting on his island, legs dangling over the edge, while he dug through the refrigerator for snacks and refreshments, when his phone rang.
Cameron glanced at it on the counter. “It’s my brother.”
“Take it.”
“He can wait.”
The phone call ended, and then a text came through.
Glancing at it, Cameron frowned when looking at me. “It just says to call him.”
“So call him.”
“I want you all to myself this weekend. He can wait.”
I leaned forward and wrapped my hand around his wrist. “Take the call, Cameron. It could be important.”
He and Emily were both now back in Denver full-time. Emily still worked at a middle school, Landon was in preschool half-days, and Caleb’s own hockey schedule was going to have him traveling far too frequently for something I’d ever enjoy in my life.
Thank God I fell for the football player. Their travel schedule was far less intense, even if our time apart was almost as much. I ignored the quick pain in my chest at the thought of continuing to be separated from Cameron for who knew how long while he called his brother back.
“Hey, man,” he said.
He had put Caleb on speaker because, all too soon, an exact replica of Cam’s voice with a touch of playfulness came through the phone. “Know you want the weekend alone, but Emily wants you two over for dinner tonight.”
“Fuck no,” Cameron said.
“Cam!” I slapped his stomach.
“No way,” he said to me, and then back to his phone, “I’ll come over sometime during the week. How’s that sound?”
Well, now wait a minute… “What if it’s me Emily wants to see and not you?”
“I’ll save you two the fight before it starts,” Caleb said through the phone. “I already told her you’d be too busy doing things I absolutely do not want specifics to, but she likes Ava. Wants to get to know her more, and she doesn’t get to entertain very often. Come for dinner. Leave after. But come hang out with us.”
“What’s Emily cooking?” Cameron asked, his tone thick with sarcasm.
“Shut up.” I slapped his chest. “We’ll be there,” I called out to the phone.
“If it gets my idiot brother out of a crummy mood, his favorite nephew watched his game today and wants to tell him how awesome he thinks his uncle Cam is.”
Cameron’s chest swelled with pride, and I hid a laugh behind my hand. “Fine. We’ll be there. You weren’t out at the ranch today?”
“Um. No. Next time. Wanted to watch this one alone.”
That practically never happened, and Cameron gave me a concerned look before finally sighing. “Fine. What time?”
“Six.”
“That’s thirty minutes from now,” Cameron said.
“Then it’s a good thing you live close. Figured with what you’d do after the game, by now you’d be starving. Unless you’re not the man I think you are.”
“Oh, I am going to punch you in the dick for that.”
“I’m plenty hungry,” I shouted through the phone to Caleb, laughing. “See you soon!”
Cameron hung up the phone and scowled at me.
Before he could get all grumpy about not getting his way, I jumped off the island. “I should get dressed.”
“Just wear that,” Cameron said. “It’ll make dinner go by a hell of a lot faster.”