Chapter 23
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W ith her back pressed tightly against the door, Miriam wrapped her legs around Cam’s waist, nestling her core against his swollen cock. His jeans made for perfect friction, but she desperately wanted the offending material to be gone.
Cam’s thoughts of taking it slow flew out of his head as soon as she began rocking into his erection with her breasts at face level.
Sealing his mouth over hers, he took command of the kiss. Not gentle. Not soft. This kiss was demanding and unyielding. His tongue invaded her mouth, searching every crevice, tangling with her tongue, dueling for dominance. He leaned his massive body in, touching every inch of the front of hers, chest to knees.
Separating slightly, he slid his hand under her blouse, his fingers continuing their upward path, coming to rest on her breast. Capturing her moans in his mouth, he devoured her lips. Pushing her back against the door, her legs unwound. Lifting his leg slightly so that she was seated on him, he continued to fondle her breasts then quickly divested her of her top, trying not to pop the buttons off. Jerking the material off her shoulders, he pulled her forward from the door, just enough to toss the blouse onto the floor. She immediately reached back to him, clutching his shoulders as though she were hanging on for her life.
He pulled the tops of her lacy, pink bra cups down, freeing her breasts. Keeping her breasts at his face level, he continued his assault on them with his mouth. Sucking first one nipple in and then moving to the other, he felt her move her crotch against his leg, creating the friction that she needed.
Lowering his leg, he settled her feet back down on the floor so he could divest himself of his shirt. Jerking it off, he leaned back in pressing her against the door once more, recapturing her mouth with his. This time, flesh against flesh, breasts against chest. Jesus, she feels so good.
Using his hand to push her skirt up, he found her hands were already there. She broke the kiss long enough to unzip her skirt, sliding it down her legs along with her silky, pink panties. Unsnapping her bra, it was tossed to the floor to join the other clothes in the pile.
Before moving in for another kiss, he stopped for a moment just to stare at the naked beauty presented in front of him. He had seen naked women’s bodies over the years, but none of them came to mind. He could not recall their features, their faces, their shapes. All he could see in his mind was the perfection that was standing in front of him, staring at him with her dark, brown eyes. Eyes that were not just warm with lust, but with... love? Could she have those feelings for me?
Before he could process the emotions anymore, he felt her hands on the button of his jeans. Chuckling, he allowed her to slide the zipper down over his impressive cock. “In a hurry, babe?”
“Yeah,” she whispered. “Aren’t you?”
Shoving his jeans and boots off quickly, he stood in front of her just as naked, his cock jutting out toward her. He saw her glance down and suck her lips in momentarily before licking them. His cock twitched as though anxious to be seated in her. Seeing her eyes come back up to his, he laughed. “It’s got a mind of its own, carina . And right now, it knows what it wants.”
Reaching down to snag a condom out of his jean’s pocket, he expertly rolled it on quickly.
As he hefted her up again, she wrapped her legs around his waist, this time her sex directly on his dick. Wanting to make sure she was ready, he slid his finger into her wet folds, moving it deeper and deeper, looking for just the right spot to make her scream. “So damn tight, babe. So goddamn wet.”
Feeling the pressure building, she knew she was close…so close she could have come just dry humping his jean-clad leg. The feel of his fingers tweaking deep inside of her was making her crazy. She felt him suck her nipple into his mouth, biting down just enough to give a quick pain then smoothing it with his tongue. Feeling her inner muscles clamping down on his fingers as the orgasm washed over her, she dug her fingernails down his back .
Cam looked at the beauty in his arms. Head thrown back against the door in ecstasy, eyes tightly shut, and that smile. Jesus, I’d walk through hell to see that smile every day.
Placing his aching cock at her entrance he rasped, “Ready?” A nod was the only answer he received and all he needed. Her sex impaled on his cock, balls deep, he began thrusting. One hand under her ass for support, the other pressed against the door next to her head. Thrust after thrust, he slid in and out of her wet core, the friction nearly taking him over the edge quickly. Forcing his mind to hold back, he wanted her to come again.
Growling, “Mouth, carina,” he sealed his lips over hers when she brought her mouth back to his. Deep. Demanding. His tongue mimicking the movements of his cock.
She felt the pressure building again. The feeling of trying to reach the finish line of a race, knowing that crossing the end would bring the most incredible euphoria. Closer and closer she came. Feeling his hand move between them and tweak her clit did the trick. She finished the race, shattering into a million pieces. Sucking on his tongue before shouting out his name, her slick walls grabbed at his cock.
The feeling of his cock being milked by her sex was all it took for him to lose control. His head reared back also as he powered through his orgasm. Neck muscles straining, face red and tight, he felt himself empty into her waiting body. Fuck, never. Never. Never have I come that hard .
Resting his forehead against the door, he felt his heart pounding out of his chest as he tried to catch his breath. He could feel her panting, her breasts pressing against him with every exhalation. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist, the waning tingles of her orgasm still clutching around his dick.
Pulling back slowly, he peered down into her face wanting to make sure she was all right. Fucking her up against the door was not what he meant to do and for a woman like Miriam, he was not sure it had been the right thing.
Her face put his fears to rest. Smiling up at him with kiss-swollen lips, she had the expression of a happy, well-fucked woman.
“You okay?” he asked, wanting to make sure.
“Oh, yeah. That was…” she giggled. “Um, I don’t even know what to call that.”
Chuckling, he pulled out of her before setting her feet securely on the floor. Their clothes, strewn around, continued to stay there as he took her hand and led her to the bathroom. Running the water in the sink until it was warm, he then took a washcloth and soaked it. Cleaning her gently between her legs, she thought back to what he said earlier and realized he was right. They may have started out due to extreme circumstances but were as strong as any couple she knew.
Sucking in a deep breath, she looked up at his face and saw his questioning expression.
“I guess this seems like kind of a strange time to be saying this, with me standing here naked in your bathroom after we just…um…did it against the front door, but…um?—”
“Where you going with this, babe?” he asked, not sure of what she was trying to say.
Giving a little shrug, she said, “I guess I wanted to let you know that I think you’re right. I think we’re strong. And even though we haven’t known each other for a super long time, I’d like to stay here with you…while we find out where this is going.”
Smiling down into her warm eyes, pulled under as though he were drowning in them…just like the first time he saw her picture. She was grinning up at him, an expectant look on her face.
He bent over touching his nose with hers before sliding it toward her cheek. “That’s good, carina . Because here is exactly where I want you to be.”
Capturing her lips once more in a kiss that promised the future, he then pulled back, saying, “Get dressed babe, and let me feed you. Then I’ve got something to give you.”
He left her in the bathroom to put her clothes on, knowing that if he stayed, he would take her again, and headed to the kitchen. Pulling out the fixings for quick tacos, he was still making dinner as she walked back into the room. Glancing over, he saw that she had dressed in navy yoga pants and one of his old RPD T-shirts that hung to her knees. That old tee never looked better , he thought as he tried to keep his mind on the meat in the frying pan.
Moving up behind him, she slipped her arms around his middle and pressed her body tightly to his. “Mmmm, what smells so good?”
Chuckling, he replied, “Just tacos, babe. And don’t get any ideas that my being Hispanic means they’re going to be great. I’m a simple cook and that means I use the packet shit from the grocery store.”
She felt his chest rumble and smiled. “Those are fine with me.”
As he removed the pan from the stove, he said, “Grab a plate and fix them how you like . ”
She sat at the table and grinned as he placed a glass of diet soda with a lemon wedge on top of the ice. “You remembered?”
“Babe, I remember everything you ever told me.”
Thirty minutes later, they finished eating and were settled at the table enjoying each other’s company. Cam reached into his pocket and pulled out a pendant on a silver chain. “Here’s what I got for you.”
As he held it up, she could see that it was a Saint medallion and, reaching for it, she noted that it had St. Camillus imprinted. Cocking her head to the side, she looked at him.
“I was named after St. Camillus,” he said, giving a little shrug. “The crazy thing is that he was the founder of the original Red Cross and since we met because of your…um…involvement in the Red Cross, I thought it would be fitting for you to have.”
“Oh, Cam. That’s lovely and the medallion is perfect. Thank you,” she said sincerely.
Leaning forward, he clasped the necklace around her neck and the medallion hung between her breasts. Knowing that it matched the medallion that he wore around his neck filled him with pride. Taking a deep breath, he said, “There’s more.” Flipping the medallion around, he pointed saying, “On the back is a tracer. It’s tied into Jack’s security so that we can know where you are at all times.”
Seeing that she was about to question him, he quickly added, “It’s not invading your privacy, carina . It’s just me making sure that you’re safe.”
He watched her twist her mouth in thought and added more. “And Bethany had one and it was needed when they had to find her. She wears it all the time now.”
Nodding slowly, Miriam smiled. “I love it…I really do. I just hope you never have to use it like that.”
A flash of fear crossed his expression before he leaned in to kiss her lips. Pulling back, he looked into her eyes and said, “Me too, babe. Me too.”
Cam grew increasingly frustrated as the meeting dragged on. Nothing that Luke or any of the other Saints could find showed that Juaquim had anything to do with the phone call, but they knew that the odds of finding a link would be difficult.
“So, my woman has to wonder and worry if anything is out there? Constantly looking over her shoulder?” he growled.
Blaise answered, “Right now, we’ve got no indication that she’s in danger. She gave the DEA nothing new and has stayed out of the spotlight.”
“Yeah, but that phone call sounded so personal,” Bart argued back. “Who wanted that?”
Cam shook his head before looking over at the others. “According to her, the only man she had any real verbal contact with was the doctor, who had already claimed Sharon was his new mistress. Then Juaquim, who never made any actual requests from her. She met his two brothers, but they’re still in Mexico according to your CIA contacts, Marc.”
Marc nodded his agreement, looking just as frustrated as Cam. All eyes turned toward Jack.
He rubbed his beard for a moment, then gazed at Cam. “How’s she doing?”
Sighing heavily, Cam said, “She still has some nightmares. I’ll find her gazing off into the distance at times, then she blinks and pretends that she was right with me the whole time.”
“That actually sounds pretty normal,” Chad said. “She still not seeing a counselor?”
“No, she says there’s no one who can understand what she went through.” Cam held Jack’s gaze and continued, “Except for Bethany. Those two have gotten close and Bethany seems to be helping.”
Jack nodded, giving a hint of a smile. “Yeah, Bethany has mentioned it. I think it helps her as well.” He eyed the big man sitting across from him and said, “I think we still need to keep an eye on Miriam. We can back off the twenty-four-seven, but I want us all to keep her on our protection rotation when Cam isn’t with her.”
The men all eagerly agreed, and Cam nodded to each of them, grateful for their concern.
Miriam sat with Ann, Bethany’s grandmother, and listened to her talk about the cabins at Mountville that she and her husband built when they were first married. Ann did not know where she was or that her husband had passed away almost five years earlier and Miriam did not correct her. She finished her nursing shift and enjoyed sitting for a while with Ann, listening to her tales of old.
An hour later, she saw Cam drive up in his truck and she said goodbye to Ann before jogging to the parking lot. After leaning in to kiss him, she immediately asked, “So, was there anything new?”
He shook his head, knowing she was asking about anything the Saints had found. “No,” but then he quickly continued when he saw her fearful expression. “That’s good, babe. You’ve had no new threats, and it may have just been an effort to scare you. But Jack and the others still want to keep an eye on you when we’re not together.”
She leaned back in her seat and nodded. “Cam, there’s no way I can ask the Saints to watch me! You all have other duties, assignments, and missions.”
He turned to face her, saying, “ Carina , look at me.”
She responded to his gentle command and met his gaze.
“You’re not a burden. Yes, there are always other assignments and missions we’re working on, but your safety is my priority. And therefore, a priority to my friends.”
She smiled wanly and then said, “Are you going to have to leave soon?”
Confused, he replied, “Leave where?”
“To go on anther mission?”
“Nope. Not for a while. I’m being assigned security details and investigations around here.”
Her brow crinkled as she said, “Is that because of me? Am I hampering your career?”
Throwing his head back laughing, he admitted, “No, carina . Not at all. After what we went through in Mexico, Jack’s not about to assign me something like that for a bit. And since we take your security seriously, I get the best of both worlds. I stay near you and keep doing my job.”
He lifted her chin with his fingers as he pulled her in for another kiss. “So, you can toss those concerns right out of your head. Okay?”
Gifting him with her smile once more, she agreed and finally relaxed into her seat to enjoy the ride home.
Several days later, Cam brought in a large handful of mail. “Hey, Miriam!” he called. “It looks like the post office finally got your change of address made.”
She began sorting through her mail while he and Bart piled up on the sofas to watch football. A few bills that she had already paid online went into one pile. Magazines into another. Junk mail went directly into the trash. A large cream envelope caught her eye and, as she looked at the return address, she noticed that it was from the Red Cross. Opening it, she sighed as she noticed her shaking hand holding the letter.
Cam may have had the TV on but was constantly attuned to her and immediately stood up, walking over as he heard her sigh. “What is it?”
“It’s an invitation to a Red Cross appreciation reception,” she answered glumly.
He squatted next to her chair, cupping her face with his large hand, pulling her gaze to his. “Babe, you don’t have to go. You don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with,” he emphasized.
By now, Bart had turned the TV volume down and looked at his best friend holding Miriam. “Cam is right,” he interjected. “You take care of you first. To hell with the Red Cross event.”
Smiling, she said, “I know I don’t have to go. But it’s not the Red Cross’ fault I got kidnapped. It says it’s just a reception for those of us locally who have served in the last year. I won’t be singled out.”
Cam watched her carefully, seeing the shadow pass across her expression, then reached over and plucked the invitation out of her hands. “That’s it. You’re not going.”
She blinked in surprise. “You can’t just declare I’m not going,” she said, irritation showing in her voice.
“When I’m the one holding you at night when you can’t sleep from the nightmares or I see you stare off into the distance and know that you’re somewhere dark in your mind, then yeah, I can make that decision for you,” he growled.
“I am dealing with things the best way I know how, Cam,” she argued back. “If it’s such a burden being with me, then I can easily move back to my place.”
“Don’t put words into my mouth?—”
“Whoa, you two,” Bart interjected. “It’s none of my business, but I still gotta jump in. You two have been through a lot, but you’ve done it together. Don’t get mad at each other because you’re both trying to make things better.”
Cam looked at Bart in surprise, never having seen a sentimental side to him but, before he could speak, Miriam touched his arm gently.
“I’m sorry, Cam. I know you’ve had to deal with a lot.”
He turned, forgetting Bart’s presence, and lifted his hand to cup her face. “ Mi amour . I only want what makes you happy.” He pulled her gently in so that her face was pressed to his chest, next to his heartbeat.
“You’re right. I’m not ready for this event. I’ll send my regrets,” she declared and felt his approval as he released a deep breath.
“Thank God, you two. Now let’s watch some football,” Bart said, plopping back down on the sofa.