Chapter 53
Ellie
Isit in our hotel room, processing everything that Camden’s just told me.
I glance down at his phone and skim the article I’ve already read twice.
My head is spinning, and I feel sick to my stomach as I struggle to make sense of this. That tell-tale ache lands at the front of my skull, right behind my eyes.
I grab my purse and dig around with shaky hands for my medicine. A second later, I feel Camden’s big, warm hands over mine.
“Let me, okay?” he says softly.
I nod, swallowing back tears.
He pours out the correct dose, then hands me a bottle of water.
“Thank you,” I say in a quiet voice, then down the pills and the water.
The mattress dips when he sits next to me on the bed, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. Then he reaches into his pocket and pulls out something tucked in a white napkin.
He unwraps it, revealing a fruit tart.
I breathe in the sweet, sugary smell and smile up at him. “You got me dessert?”
“Of course I got you dessert.” He kisses my temple
I take a bite, humming at the taste of the rich almond crust and the sweet fruit. I sink into Camden, feeling a million times more settled, despite the messy situation currently unfolding.
When I finish the tart, I peer up at him. My heart skids in my chest at the raw concern in his eyes, at just how much he cares about me, at how he goes out of his way, always, to make sure that I’m okay.
“How are you doing with all this?” I ask.
“It sucks, but I’ll get through it.” Gently, he traces his fingertips along the hinge of my jaw. “How are you doing?”
“I’m pissed. I want to track down whoever this source is and break their nose for lying about us.”
He cracks a smile.
“What?”
He kisses my cheek. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”
I let a small smile slip, but a second later, it fades. “I’m just so angry right now. I hate how this makes us look.”
He wraps his arms around me tightly and kisses the top of my head. “I know, baby. But it’s gonna be okay.”
Pain seeps through my chest at how much trouble this is going to cause for Camden. I’d bet anything his social media accounts are blowing up with people tagging him.
“Has Coach Porter said anything to you about this yet?” I ask.
Above me, I can feel him shake his head. “No. He left the reception early with Abby, so I bet he’s missing all this. I’m sure he’ll have something to say to me when training camp starts next week though.”
I press my eyes shut, tears burning in my eyes. “This is so unfair, Camden. You did something so selfless and good, and you might get in trouble for it.”
“I don’t care.”
I lean back and look at him. “What do you mean? Why aren’t you more upset?”
“Because I have you. And you’re more important to me than anything.”
My heart skids in my chest, blown away by his words.
“But, Camden, what if you lose alternate captain because of this mess? Won’t you be upset?”
“Yeah. But I’d be okay with losing that or anything else in the world as long as I have you.” He cups my face in his hands and swallows hard as he holds my gaze. “I love you, Ellie.”
Time skids to a halt. It feels like all the breath in my lungs has evaporated.
“You love me?” I say.
He nods. His jaw works, like he’s nervous.
“I know we haven’t been together long. And I know we’ve done things kind of backwards because we got married first and then developed feelings, but…” He swipes my hair out of my face. “But I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I’m so fucking in love with you.”
He goes quiet as he stares at me. “You don’t have to say it back. I know it was probably pretty shocking to hear me say all that, but—”
“I love you, Camden.”
His eyes go wide. “You do?”
I smile. “Yeah.”
The corners of his mouth lift in the sweetest, most surprised smile.
And then he grabs my face and kisses me until we’re both panting.
“Unbelievable,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Ellie Michaelson loves me.”
I giggle against his mouth. “You’re so shocked.”
When we lean back to look at each other, he’s still holding my face.
“Of course I’m shocked. You’re the best person know, Ellie. The sweetest, kindest, purest soul. And you love me. A flawed-as-fuck guy who smacks around pucks for a living.”
I hold his wrists. “You’re amazing, Camden. The most generous, giving, protective man I know. I’m so lucky to be with you. I’m so lucky you’re my husband.”
“Nowhere near as lucky as I am, baby.”
He kisses me again, this time slow and teasing. I moan into his mouth, I’m instantly turned on.
“My wife is in love with me.” He says it like he can’t believe it.
I smile against his lips. Soon we’re lying on the bed, peeling our clothes off.
He kisses down my neck and chest. “My hot, sexy, gorgeous wife is in love with me,” he says with his mouth against my hip.
I giggle. “You keep saying it.”
He leans up, hovering his lips over mine. “I can’t help it. I’m so damn happy you love me, baby.”
He kisses me, then lowers his mouth to my breasts. He takes his time teasing my nipples, softly swirling his tongue, just how I like it.
I’m whimpering, my clit is throbbing, and my pussy is aching. I want Camden so bad. I’m in love with him so much.
“Camden?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I want you inside me now.”
He peers up from my chest, that sexy smirk playing across his lips. “With pleasure. But I need to feel you come on my tongue first.”
My breath catches as he kisses down my stomach. He kisses the front of my panties.
“Fuck, these are so pretty on you, baby.” He fingers the delicate pink lace.
“I love wearing the lingerie you buy me.”
Camden bought me a whole wardrobe of beautiful designer lingerie. i wear a different set every day and surprise him when we go to bed.
I bite back a smile, giddy at his hungry gaze raking over the thong I’m wearing.
He looks up at me, holding my gaze as he licks my clit outside of my panties. I gasp.
“I love buying my sexy wife lingerie.”
Slowly, he sliding them down my legs. Goosebumps fly across my skin at his soft, sure touch. I’ll never, ever get tired of his touch. I’ll always crave it.
He parts my thighs open with his hands and runs his tongue over my aching pussy. I cry out, my body shaking with anticipation.
He drags his tongue up and down a few times, then he moves in slow, soft circles over my clit.
I’m instantly on edge. It never takes long for me to come when Camden goes down on me, but this time is different. My heart is beating faster. My chest is tight. It’s harder to breathe. Emotions zoom through me, making every kiss, every touch feel that much more intense.
Because my husband is making love to me.
That squeeze in my chest intensifies. I tug a hand through Camden’s hair right as my orgasm hits.
My eyes roll back, and my mind goes blank. My entire body tenses and throbs.
I’m hot and shaky. It feels like my heart is about to burst out of my chest. It’s too much and not enough all at once, and I want more. So much more.
I’m panting as Camden kisses up my thigh and tummy, positioning himself over me.
He kisses me softly. “Let me get a condom.”
I shake my head. “We can go without one. I’m on birth control. And I got tested after my breakup with Damien. I’m clean. And I haven’t been with anyone other than you.”
Something raw and intense flashes in Camden’s gaze. He lets out a shaky breath. “I got tested a few weeks before we reconnected. I’m clean too.”
I start to smile. “Do you want to?”
He nods, a shy smile pulling at his lips. “I’ve never gone bare before.”
“I haven’t either. But I want to with my husband.”
He growls as he captures my mouth in a filthy kiss. “Fuck, baby. I want you so fucking bad right now.”
He slides in and we both cry out.
“Oh my god…” I press my head back against the pillow at just how big he feels.
We’ve had sex a handful of times since the first time, and it always feels like this when he slides in. Overwhelming and perfect.
He starts with a slow thrust like always. I gaze up at him, hovering over me, his arms braced on either side of my head. His fiery stare is fixed on me.
“How’s that feel, baby?”
“Incredible.”
He drops a kiss to my forehead. “Same. God, your pussy is heaven, Ellie. I’ve never felt anything so perfect.”
I shiver at the filthy compliment from my husband. He reaches down and gently teases my clit with his thumb. I gasp, the pressure inside of me building to that familiar point.
“I’m close, baby. I need my wife to come with me. Will you do that for me?”
My pussy clenches tighter around him. I nod, unable to speak.
The pleasure inside me goes from a slow simmer to a full-on boil when he teases my clit faster. Seconds later, it crests and peaks.
I cry out as I come, convulsing between the bed and Camden’s massive muscled body.
This is the fastest I’ve come from sex. Maybe that’s how it goes when you have sex with someone you love—when you make love to your husband.
Tingles scatter all over my body. I feel like I’m floating.
I gaze up at him and see that satisfied smile. He kisses me. “Look at you, coming hard for me like a good wife,” he growls.
“You didn’t come yet?”
He shakes his head. “But I will.”