Chapter 23 Camden
CAMDEN
Idrag my mouth along the soft skin of Holly’s thigh as I hold her steady and stand up, waiting to see if Sophie calms down on her own. Of course, she fucking doesn’t. I love my girl more than anything in this entire world, but she’s a cock-blocking little thing, and I secretly think she knows it.
Holly leans back against the window and drags the pad of her thumb along my wet lips with a lazy, sex-drunk look on her beautiful face. “I can get her.”
I suck her thumb into my mouth and grin.
This isn’t over.
“I’ve got her. How about I meet you in my room in a few minutes, vixen?” Without giving her a chance to answer, I wrap both hands around her face and drop my lips to hers. “Go, before I let my kid cry it out for the first time ever and fuck you against the floor like a caveman.”
Her pretty eyes shine. “I could get on board with that, Monroe.”
Fuck. Me.
“Go now, Holly.” She takes a step, and I smack her ass. “And don’t even think about taking off those socks.”
“Yes sir,” she giggles, and the sound wraps around my heart and squeezes.
I hang back until she’s up the stairs and out of reach before adjusting my raging fucking hard-on and make my way to Sophie’s room.
Madden sits on the floor at the foot of her bed, eyeing me, like he knows what I’ve been doing, but Sophie’s cries have slowed, leaving tears clinging to her long lashes.
She looks up at me with sleepy eyes as I rest my palm over her stomach and hold it there until she calms down.
My kid loves skin on skin in any form.
I feel ya, baby girl. Me too.
“You’ve got great timing, kid . . . You know that?
” I laugh softly as she blinks, and a tear tracks down her cheek.
“Pretty sure you like Holly as much as Daddy does, so maybe let me have a few minutes alone with her, okay? An hour would be nice. Maybe two?” I bargain with my baby as her little eyes grow heavy.
“Pretty sure this could be a good thing, kid. Really good. Better than I ever knew I’d get a chance at, and I’m trying not to fuck it up. But I’m going to need your help, okay?”
And . . . I’m rationalizing with a five-month-old. Proud parenting moment, right here.
Her heavy lids slowly close, and within moments, she’s back to sleep. And I’m silently sliding out of her room and into mine, hoping Holly didn’t spook and run away again.
I’m not sure what I expected to find when I got there, but the vision that greets me wasn’t it.
She sits on the edge of my bed, her knees bent and pressed against her chest with her arms wrapped around them. Soft blonde hair hides her face until she tilts her head and smiles nervously. “Hey.”
I sit down next to her and grip the back of her neck, digging my fingers into the tender muscle there until she whimpers and drops her head forward. “I wasn’t sure you’d be here.”
She hums her response before turning her head to look at me. “Neither was I.”
“You wanna tell me why you keep running?” My fingers tangle in her hair, and I fight the urge to throw her down on the bed. “Or maybe if you’re ready to stop running?”
Holly cocks her head and looks at me, a small smile lifting her lips. “I’m here now, Camden, and I’m trying. Something that doesn’t come easily for me.”
“You know, that’s usually me. I’m the one who doesn’t do relationships.
I never saw a good one until my sister married Maverick.
I fucking hate complications and never make promises I’m not sure I can keep because life has this way of kicking your fucking ass as soon as you get too comfortable with things.
” I cup her face in my hand and stare into the depths of her icy-blue eyes. “But—”
“But what?” she asks, desperate to know the pieces of me I’ve refused to give . . . until now. “Why aren’t you running, then?”
“Because you’re different. You make me feel . . . different.”
“Kindred?” she whispers and throws one leg across my lap, then slides over my thighs and straddles me.
“Because that would be about right. Two broken people, neither having a clue how to do this. Doesn’t sound like a great idea, does it?
” She presses her palms under my T-shirt against my stomach, and I groan.
“Pretty sure we’re the best idea I’ve ever had, Holly.”
“You scare me, Camden,” she whispers back and lifts her ass up just enough that I miss the weight of her before she slips back down against me and brushes her lips over mine. “But I can’t stay away. I don’t want to. You weren’t supposed to be part of my plan, and you better believe I had a plan.”
Holly pushes my shirt up and over my head, then runs her hands down my bare chest with a smile. “I’m an overthinker. I literally overthink every single thing.”
“Oh yeah . . . What are you thinking now?” I ask as my hand runs under her shirt and up her back, wanting her so fucking badly, she doesn’t feel real.
Her smile is instant and beautiful. “I’m thinking this could either be the best thing or the worst thing I ever do.
” She lifts again, this time licking the corner of my mouth, then tugging my bottom lip between hers.
“I’m thinking, right now, I don’t care either way because I want you so badly you’re worth the risk. ”
She slides off my lap and kneels between my legs. With her hair spilling around her shoulders, she looks up at me through long dark lashes and grips the waistband of my sweats. “And do you want to know what I’ve been thinking about every night since I moved in here?”
I nod, unable to speak. I’m so lost in the spell this woman has woven around me.
“You.” She tugs at my sweats until I lift my hips and help her pull them and my black boxer briefs down my legs. “Like this.” She takes my dick in her delicate hands, her slim fingers barely able to wrap all the way around me.
“I thought about you in my mouth.” She licks a long, flat line from the base of my cock to the aching head, and I groan. “You on top of me.” She swirls her tongue around the tip of my dick, her eyes never leaving mine. “Under me. Inside me . . .”
Holly takes me deep into the back of her throat, and I lose control.
I wrap my hands around her head and guide her beautiful mouth up and down my cock as she hums around me, gagging and smiling with tears leaking from the corners of her eyes as her nails dig into my thighs, biting the skin.
One hand pumps me, while the other slips inside her shorts, and as much as I want to come down her throat, I want her to come on my cock more. “Come here, Holly.”
She looks up at me, dark eyelashes framing those blue eyes, but she doesn’t stop until I pull away.
“Your orgasms belong to me tonight, vixen.”