37. Cam
CHAPTER 37
CAM
“D id you walk over here?”
“More of a half walk, half jog.” She looks down at her feet, where she’s wearing low heels. Not the type of shoes to jog in.
“Get in here.” I pick her up and carry her into the house, with Wyatt leading the way and opening the door.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” she tells us.
“We couldn’t stop thinking about you,” Wyatt says.
“How was the date? I ask.
She tugs at my shirt. “I don’t want to talk about the date.”
In the living room, I sit down on the sofa with her in my lap. “Are you going to see him again?”
She shakes her head. “Not to date him. There’s nothing there.”
I slide the tip of my finger down the length of her nose. “Are you ready for this to be something serious with the two of us?”
She nods without hesitation.
Wyatt sits down next to us and rests his hand on Stella’s arm. “We don’t want anyone but you.”
“I don’t want anyone but the two of you … and I do want you. I want you right now. Both of you.”
I’m ready to haul her off to the bedroom, but Wyatt’s still looking into her eyes. “Are you sure you won’t regret it? We don’t have to rush into anything.”
She answers by reaching for his collar and pulling him into a kiss, signalling that the time for talking is over.
When they break apart, I get to my feet with her still in my arms. “Let’s get more comfortable.” I carry her to my bed and lay her in the center of the comforter.
With smooth and silent coordination, Wyatt and I work together to remove her clothes.
We kiss and stroke her all over, and having her here in my room, naked, feels like more of a treat than all my birthdays and Christmas mornings put together.
She’s so gorgeous, and she’s ours. I almost can’t think straight, but that’s probably because all the blood in my body has raced down to my cock.
Stella moves to sit up. “This isn’t going to be all about me tonight. Take your clothes off.”
I glance at the bedroom clock. “When do you need to leave? Are we in a hurry?”
She shakes her head. “No work and no school tomorrow. Marissa’s home with Jessie. I just need to be there before she wakes up in the morning.”
I tug her legs toward the edge of the bed, a sudden move that flops her upper body back onto the mattress. “Then we’re not taking our clothes off until you’ve had at least three orgasms.”