Chapter 42
Ellie
My heart thuds as I gaze up at Camden.
Slowly, I reach up and unzip his jeans. When I feel his cock twitch under my touch, a giddy, satisfied feeling swoops through me.
I’ve never been like this before with a guy—so forward.
But I guess that’s the effect that two back-to-back orgasms in a row have on me.
It’s so much more than that, though. Yeah, Camden is incredible in bed. He made me feel comfortable enough to try something I never thought I’d try—sex toys. Now I’m hooked. I know without a doubt that I’ll be using that vibrator and dildo a lot.
But it’s the way he acted earlier this evening too. I think back to when he defended me from Damien.
I think about that wild look in his eyes when he saw Damien grab me. The way he hauled him off of me.
The way he growled, My wife.
Every time I think about it, I shiver.
He was so pissed off. So protective of me. Just like he was at the pharmacy when he stood up for me against that jerk in line behind me.
I’m so used to seeing Camden happy and joking. I’ve seen him worried and concerned for me too.
So when I see him act like a protective husband over me, it’s a shock to my system…in the best way.
It was like watching a switch flip. He went from a sweet golden retriever to a rabid German shepherd. I could tell he was seconds away from ripping Damien to shreds for hurting me.
It was insanely hot. And comforting.
No one has ever made me feel that way before. So protected. So looked after. So doted on.
Camden’s words from earlier echo in my mind, when I opened up to him about how Damien had been threatening me over the last few months.
Your problems are my problems now, baby. You’re my wife.
I was convinced my heart and my lady bits were going to explode.
Because I could tell by his tone and the way he looked at me when he spoke those words, that something had shifted between us.
I wasn’t just his friend who he married to help out anymore. I was something more. Just like he was something more to me.
And in that moment, I was desperate for him. I needed him, right then and there.
Just like I need him now.
I reach up and gently pull his cock out of his pants. He lets out a slow hiss. The side of his jaw bulges, like he’s struggling to keep it together just from my touch.
I lick my lips, my mouth watering at the sight of his thick cock.
He shakes his head, his toned chest heaving as he breathes.
“This night is supposed to be about you, Ellie baby. Making you feel good. Doing exactly what you want.”
Joy blooms in my chest at how he’s always focused on me—my pleasure, my wants, my comfort. This man. He’s so pure, so good. Sometimes I can’t believe he’s real.
“What I want is to make you come,” I say, jerking him slowly in my hand.
His head falls back as he groans, and he tugs a hand through his hair. I watch as his throat works, mesmerized by the hard line of his neck and all those thick veins.
“Ellie baby,” he rasps. He peers down at me, eyes glazed over with arousal. “I watched you come two times in a row. It was so fucking hot, and now I’m so turned on it hurts. I’m not gonna last long.”
I pump him faster in my hand, then slide up so my mouth is closer to the head of his cock. I lick the underside of his dick. A rough sound rips from his throat.
“I’m gonna embarrass myself with how fast I’m gonna come,” he says.
“I want you to come fast. That means I did a good job turning you on,” I say sweetly.
He grins and reaches down to thumb my lip. “So fucking good, baby. You’re such a good girl, coming twice in a row for me.”
Tingles fly up my chest. That familiar swell of pride zooms through me. I love how he praises me in bed.
“I love being your good girl, Camden.”
A wicked look flashes in his blue eyes. His breathing kicks up. “Oh fuck, baby. No way am I gonna last after hearing you say that.”
His chest rises and falls rapidly as I jerk his dick faster and faster. I tease the head of his cock with my tongue, and seconds later, he comes with a groan. Hot reams of come land on my breasts. I tilt my head up and open my mouth wider, catching a bit on my tongue.
Camden falls forward, bracing his hands on the edge of the bed so he doesn’t fall on top of me.
For a minute, we stay like that, breathing hard.
“Goddamn,” he mutters. “Insanely fucking hot.”
He rakes his gaze over my body, his eyes focusing on my tits, then my mouth as I lick my lips.
He leans down, kissing me upside down. “My good girl likes to get dirty.”
I smile against his mouth. “Very much.”
“Let me clean you up.”
He grabs a tissue box from the nightstand next to the bed and wipes my chest, then helps me up and leads me to the attached bathroom. He flips on the shower and holds the door open for me to step inside first.
I close my eyes and stand under the hot water, savoring how good it feels.
Camden stands behind me and rests his hands on my hips. He kisses my shoulder before grabbing a bar of soap from the ledge and lathering it up. He runs his massive hands all over my back, then turns me around.
“Full service shower. I like it,” I say.
The corner of his mouth tilts up as he glides his hands over my stomach and chest. He spends extra time on my breasts, gently skimming his fingers over my nipples.
“You’re being very thorough,” I say.
He shrugs and grins. “Can’t help it. You’ve got the most gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen.”
He kisses my forehead, then lets his hand slip between my legs. My eyelids flutter. His fingers move softly, gently over me. My breath catches as he gently massages my clit.
I dig my fingers into his thick shoulders. “Camden…” I murmur as the pleasure swoops through me, making my whole body tremble.
He glides his mouth along the side of my neck, lapping at my skin with his hot tongue.
“Have you ever come in the shower, baby?” he asks, his voice a low growl
I whimper and shake my head. He walks me back against the wall and rubs my clit faster and faster.
Heat simmers inside of me, pooling between my legs. Every muscle inside of me tenses as I feel my orgasm hovering over the horizon.
I gaze up at Camden, my chest heaving as I struggle to catch my breath.
He’s watching me with a wild look in his eyes. It sends tingles across my skin.
“I could do this to you all day, Ellie. Watch you come, watch you fall apart over and over.”
He captures my mouth in a filthy kiss.
“I’m addicted to you. Addicted to your mouth, your body, your taste,” he growls.
He plunges his fingers into my pussy and presses his palm against my clit. I cry out, and my eyes roll back.
He grips my chin in his hand and makes me look at him. My clit throbs at that dominant move.
“I’m addicted to making you come, Ellie baby. And you’re gonna come for me again right now.”
I break at his rough words. I scream as my brain melts, pleasure claiming every inch of me. My entire body shakes and trembles as I’m pinned between the shower wall and Camden’s massive, muscled body.
When I start to come down, he sinks to his knees in front of me.
“What are you…” I trail off when he laps his tongue over my pussy.
I whimper and tug a hand through his hair.
I’ve hit that ultra-sensitive feeling that normally comes after I have an orgasm, but Camden’s tongue is so soft and gentle that it’s not too much.
It’s perfect, actually. Everything I’m feeling is heightened.
I’m on the verge of coming again just seconds later.
He flicks his tongue over my clit, and I cry out.
He slides a finger inside of me. “I told you, baby. I’m addicted to you.” He swipes his tongue over my clit. “I need you to come on my face.”
I grind against his mouth, taken over by the pleasure swooping through me.
“That’s it, baby. Ride my face like a good girl.”
And just like that, another orgasm hurtles through me.
I thrash against the shower wall, my legs giving out completely. I don’t fall though. Camden props me up with his arms while he laps his tongue over my clit.
My head explodes. I can’t think. I can’t form a single coherent thought, not when his tongue feels this good. Not when the pleasure is this intense, I can feel it in every cell of my body.
A desperate noise falls from my lips. I reach up and tug my shaky hands through my hair in an attempt to steady myself.
He pulls away and kisses my thighs, then stands back up. He grips my waist, holding me close against him as he kisses me slowly.
When I can finally see straight again, I take in the smug smile on his face.
He kisses my forehead. “You okay?”
I let out a satisfied exhale and nod. “Very, very okay. I didn’t think I could have that many orgasms in a row.”
“But you did. You did so well, Ellie baby. I’m so proud of you.”
That familiar swell in my chest is back. I love it when he compliments me. I love how sincere he always sounds.
He cups his hand over my cheek and kisses me. Something flashes in his eyes. Something fiery and intense. Something I can’t put words to.
He presses his lips to my forehead. “What a good wife you are, coming so many times for your husband.”
My heart flutters in my chest. A million tinges race across my body. Oh.
I love that too, hearing him call me his wife. I want to hear him call me that a million more times.
That fluttery feeling inside of me expands, letting loose the thing I’ve been pushing aside—the thing I’ve been refusing to admit to myself.
My feelings for Camden. He’s not just my friend anymore. And I don’t just have a crush on him.
It’s so much deeper than that.
I care about him. More than I’ve cared about anyone before.
I think about how, in nine months, we’ll call it quits. We’ll get divorced and go back to being just friends.
A sick feeling rumbles through my stomach. I don’t want that.
He kisses me again, and my head spins. I need to tell him how I feel.
My nerves go haywire as I gaze up at him. I open my mouth, about to speak the words, but then I stop myself.
What if he doesn’t feel the same? What if I spill my feelings for him, he rejects me, and the rest of this year, things are awkward and weird between us? It’ll probably wreck our friendship too.
I bite my tongue, holding it all in.
His mouth lifts in an easy smile. “Were you going to say something?”
I shake my head and try to smile. “I’m just tired. Can we go to bed?”
“Sure.”
When we’re all dried off and in bed, he wraps his arms around me, hugging me tight against him.
“When we get back to Denver, I want you to move into my bedroom,” Camden says.
I lean up and look at him.
“No more separate bedrooms. I want my wife in my bed with me every night,” he says, his voice low and rough.
“I want that too.”
When he kisses me, tingles flash all over my body. Hearing him say just how much he wants to share his bed with me makes my heart beat faster in my chest.
As I drift off to sleep, I wonder just how long I can keep my feelings a secret.