Chapter 28
Chapter twenty-eight
Cam
I park my truck behind Kate’s car and follow her to the front door. We don’t say anything as she slides the key into the lock and opens the door.
When we get inside, I close and lock the door behind me and watch as she hangs her purse beside Evie’s backpack. She turns and starts to open her mouth to talk, but I’m faster. I slide my hands into her hair and she gasps before my lips cover hers. What I want doesn’t involve conversation.
Her head tilts and I slide my tongue against hers as I turn us toward the hallway, toward her room. Her arms curl around my neck and the moan she gives me has me hard in an instant.
“Fuck, I want you so bad, Katie. Need you.”
She nods as she returns my hunger, her body trying to arch into mind as we stumble through the doorway to her bedroom. When we reach the bed, her hands slide under my shirt, and I pull back long enough to strip it off.
“Turn around for me.”
She turns and I press her shoulder blades down until she’s bent over the bed. I reach around her to unbutton her jeans and tug them down.
She isn’t wearing any underwear. Her ass is completely bare before me.
“Are you fucking serious right now, Katie?”
She looks over her shoulder, a grin on her lips. “What? Is it bad that I didn’t wear any panties tonight?”
My cock strains against my zipper. “I should punish you.”
Her grin turns mischievous. “Are you going to spank me?”
She has the damn nerve to shake her ass right in front of me.
I run my hand up her thigh and then a loud smack sounds through the room. Her back arches and her eyes squeeze shut.
“Fuck,” she says on a heavy breath.
“God damn it, Katie, don’t react like that.”
“But it felt good.” She lowers her head down to the mattress, her ass still in the air.
I bring my hand back and then make contact again. “That’s for taunting me.” Then I spank her once more. “And that was for how pretty your skin looks right now. Pink from my hand.”
I lean over her and reach around to her clit.
“Fuck, Cam. Feels so good.”
I kiss her shoulder. “How bad do you want my cock, Mrs. Wells?”
Her hips twist and she pushes back on my dick—which right now is very angry that it’s still caged in my pants.
“I want you so bad. Please may I have your cock?”
“Love it when you ask for it.”
I stand and strip out of my pants and boxers. Kate wriggles out of her shirt and crawls up the bed, still on all fours.
“On your back. I want to see you.”
She flips and I make my way up the bed to her.
“Is it okay that I don’t want foreplay tonight? I just want you, Cam.”
I grind my cock against her, happy to finally find friction. “Let me grab a condom.”
I reach over her and retrieve one from the drawer of her nightstand. Once it’s on, I line up and push in. She’s so warm and slick, I need to pause, my forehead pressed to hers, my eyes closed.
Her fingernails drift up and down my back and it makes me shiver. “I love how full I feel when you’re inside me.”
“It’s so fucking good, Katie.”
I start with slow strokes, kissing her neck, swallowing her moans. Then it feels too good and my hips move faster, our kisses turn messy and frantic.
“Cam,” she whispers, arching into me, her breath catching when I push deeper. “God…yes.”
I’m usually the calm one, but nothing about this—about her—lets me stay composed. Not when she’s soft and open beneath me, not when she grabs the back of my neck and says my name like a prayer.
“Fuck, Katie, you’re doing so good,” I breathe against her mouth, and the way she tightens around me tells me she needed to hear it. That she needs me.
Her eyes flicker open, bright and determined. “Cam…take it off.”
I still. My hand braces beside her head, my heart thundering hard enough I feel it in my throat.
“Take what off?” I ask, even though I already know, I need to hear her say it.
She cups my jaw, thumb brushing my cheek like she’s steadying both of us. “The condom,” she says softly. “I’m on birth control. And we’re married, so, maybe we can stop using them?”
My pulse kicks.
“Right,” I say. “That’s…yeah.”
A breath leaves her like relief. “I want you bare.”
The words hit me in the craziest way. Trust, intimacy, a step I’m hoping she wouldn’t take if this were truly casual. It knocks something loose in me.
I nod once, slow. “Okay.”
I pull out just enough to slide the condom off and toss it aside. And when I sink back into her—bare, unshielded—my breath shatters in my chest.
Holy hell.
She gasps, grabbing my shoulders. “Cam…”
The sound of my name goes straight through me. The connection is deeper, hotter, impossibly intimate, and it’s all I can do not to break apart from the sensation of her body welcoming me.
“Jesus, Kate,” I groan, burying my face against her neck. “You feel incredible.”
Her legs wrap around me, pulling me closer. Her hands slide through my hair, her breath against my ear turning my whole body inside out.
“This feels different,” she whispers. “You feel different.”
I lift my head, meeting her eyes. “Yeah,” I say softly. “It does.”
I slide deep. Slow enough that it feels like we’re learning each other all over again without anything between us. Each thrust draws a breathy sound from her lips, each kiss lands with more meaning.
Because this—this choice—isn’t casual. It’s intimate in a way I haven’t known with anyone else. It’s a line we’re crossing together.
“I want you to come inside me, Cam.”
I almost come right then and there.
“I will, Katie. Fuck. I want to see my cum dripping from this tight little pussy.” My hips thrust harder. “I want you messy, ruined, mine.”
She tightens around me, pleasure beginning to move through her body, and I reach down, thumb on her clit, to help her over the edge. Her climax hits sharp, her cry muffled against my shoulder, and the feeling of her clenching around me, tight and wet, pulls my orgasm right out of me.
I spill into her with a sound that’s almost primal, holding her close as heat floods through both of us. And for the first time, it feels like more than release. It feels like claiming, like trust, like something I don’t want to give up.
I collapse gently onto her, bracing my weight so I don’t crush her, and she exhales into my shoulder, soft and content.
My mind is a mess of thoughts. This wasn’t just another hookup. This wasn’t just scratching an itch on a Thursday afternoon. This was different. Bigger.
I bury my face in her neck, holding her tighter than I should, because I don’t want to let go. Her satisfied hum brings me back into the moment.
I kiss her shoulder. “Feel okay?”
“Okay? Fuck, Cam, that was amazing.”
I slide out of her, hating the chill of leaving her body. “It was, wasn’t?”
She nods as I brush her hair away from her face. “I need to go to the bathroom.”
She begins to shift and I roll to my side. When she leaves the bed, I flop back on the pillow and know I’m so fucking far gone for her that there’s no coming back from this now.