30. Cameron
thirty
Cameron
Something warm and wet covers my cock. My hips buck, but I’m trapped between sleep and consciousness, and my eyes won’t open. I reach for Talia, but her side of the bed is cool and empty.
What the hell? Where is she?
I try to roll away, searching for her, but something grasps both my inner thighs, keeping me in place. An indescribable sensation gripping the base of my cock strokes upward with a firm tug. A wet brush up the length of my shaft follows, before the same brush laps at the tip. Heat spreads through my groin.
“Fuck, so good,” I mumble, my voice thick with sleep.
The soft sound of humming and tingly vibrations along my hard length have my eyelids fluttering open. The room is still dark, but as my eyes wake up and my vision clears, I can make out the top of Talia’s head as she bobs up and down on my cock.
I’ve never been woken up from sleep with a woman’s lips wrapped around my dick before. And not just any woman’s. My woman’s.
Holy fuck. Is this really happening or a dream? If the latter, I hope I never wake up.
She has me transfixed, completely under her spell. I can’t look away as she continues to fuck my cock with her mouth. She hollows her cheeks and sucks me off with the perfect amount of suction. I’m in agony, holding back .
“Talia,” I groan. I’m going to blow my load down her throat if she doesn’t stop.
My sexy little pixie looks up, and our eyes lock. Something shifts inside me as I stare at her steel-gray orbs. I can’t explain it, but it’s like the old version of me has ceased to exist and with every slide of her mouth on my cock, she’s transformed me into a new version of myself. A version of me that can’t live without her.
Talia Romero walking into my life is the best thing that has ever happened to me.
She hums again and takes me to the back of her throat, stealing all my attention. I dig my hands into her silky strands. It takes every bit of self-control I have to hold back and let her do her thing.
“Baby, I’m about to come down that pretty throat of yours, and you’re going to swallow every goddamn drop. Do you hear me?”
She nods, lips wide and spit dribbling down my shaft.
“You look so fucking sexy with my cock in your mouth.”
Talia reaches between my legs and gives my balls a tug. My hips buck and Talia gags, but she doesn’t let up. Pressure builds at the base of my spine, and my balls tingle with my impending orgasm as she sucks harder.
I shoot off like a rocket and come down her throat in a blazing ball of fire. She moans, lapping and sucking every drop of my cum as I spill into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I growl, tugging Talia’s hair.
She squirms between my legs, and I watch her plump ass swing from side to side.
Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to take care of that ache.
I pull her off my cock with a pop, hook my forearms under her armpits, and haul her up the length of my body. I crash my mouth to hers in a bruising, needy kiss as I wrap my arms around her body, bringing our chests flush. The salty taste of my cum on her tongue has my dick getting hard. Now that I’ve had her, I’ll never get enough. My cock agrees because my refractory time is non-existent, and he’s ready to go again .
“Did you like your wake-up surprise?” she asks, pressing her hands to my chest and sitting up to straddle my hips. She slides her hot pussy over every ridge of my cock, which already lies solid between us.
“You fucking know I did.” I grunt, rising to kiss the extent of her neck, sucking and biting at her sensitive skin. I hope I leave marks behind, so everyone knows she’s taken.
Mine.
Talia giggles and pushes me down to the bed. Her nails dig into my chest, imprinting little half-moons on my skin above my bear tattoo, claiming me. I want to ink her scratches onto my skin to keep them with me always, to carry her mark with me when I have to be away.
“Are you ready for your next surprise?”
I lie back, hands propped under my head. “You have another surprise for me?”
“Oh, big guy. I have so many surprises for you,” she says with a coy smile. She leans forward, and her perfect, teardrop-shaped tits hover over my face.
I can’t help groping her breasts and drawing a nipple into my mouth. She throws her head back with a groan—pulling her hard peak from my lips—and slips down my cock, sheathing me completely in her tight, hot pussy.
“Oh, fuck. Talia,” I shout, gripping her hips. I hold her still, letting her adjust to my size. The grip she has on my dick is intense.
She flinches, squeezing her eyes tight. My heart sinks, and her silence sparks panic in me as I run my hands up the sides of her soft body.
“Baby, are you okay? You just slammed down. Shit. Did I hurt you?” I was rough with her last night, but only after I warmed her up with a few orgasms and stretched her with my fingers. I massage the globes of her ass, waiting for her to answer.
“I’m okay, just give me a second.” A tear leaks from the corner of her eye .
I wipe the drop away with my thumb and then place it on her clit. I use the liquid brought from pain to give her pleasure. Hurting Talia is something I never want to do. I only want to make her feel good. Seen. Loved.
With soft circles, I knead the swollen nerves until her muscles choking my dick loosen. She slowly rocks her hips in time to my touch.
“That’s it, baby. Take your time. Ride my dick the way you need to.”
Talia sits up and shocks the shit out of me. On the top of her head is my hat. I’m struck dumb with how much this gorgeous woman with silver eyes, curves for days, and the biggest heart you could imagine cares for me.
“Do you like my surprise?” Her sultry voice has my cock twitching inside her. She’s all sass and sex as she bites her lip.
I sit up and grip the back of her neck, tugging her face to mine. “I love it.” Pressing my mouth to hers, I kiss her, slow and deep, pouring every emotion stirring inside me into it. Breaking away, I bite her lip. “Just don’t fuck me without a warmup. I can’t have you splitting in two. I need your pussy in good working order for me to fuck.”
“Shut up.” She barks a laugh, her tits jiggling, and gives me a shove.
Her strength is nothing compared to mine, but I fall back onto the bed like she’s got the strength of Wonder Woman.
“I just needed a second.”
“More like ten. One for every inch.” I place my hands on her hips, lifting her up and guiding her down on my cock.
She fights a moan as she quirks a brow at me. “Ten inches, huh?” she asks, giving me a hard time.
“Ten by three.” I pinch her nipple, and her cunt clenches around my dick.
“So cocky.” She breathes the words, taking away the snark and replacing it with desire .
Her cum drips down my shaft and I lift her higher, fucking up into her, slow and steady.
“You love this cock. Now, behave and ride this fat dick like my good little slut.” I give her ass a hard slap.
“Oh god. Why is it so hot when you call me that?” Talia moves faster, riding my dick harder. She lets out a small, keening cry. Like a hungry little kitten, she scratches my pecks.
I laugh, staring down at the little red lines she’s carving into my skin. She doesn’t get it yet, but she will. With me, here in this room, just the two of us, she can be herself. She can let go of all the pressure and expectations put on her by herself, her family, and her job. There is no one to tell her no. She’s free. Free to explore her sexuality, the side of herself that’s private and just for her. And I’m the lucky bastard she’s choosing to explore it with.
Her pussy flutters, and I can feel her start to come apart above me. I flip us over and fuck into her, extending her legs straight before pushing them back near her ears. Grinding my pelvis into her clit as hard as I can, I bottom out over and over, giving her everything I’ve got.
“Yes, yes, yes. Just like that. Now, say it again.” Talia writhes beneath me, a delicious panting mess.
A smile curls my lips. My girl is so fucking dirty. And perfect.
I give her what she wants and whisper over her lips, “Come for me, my good little slut.”
Like the good girl she is, Talia obeys, exploding around my cock with an iron-tight grip. I cover her mouth with mine and swallow her screams of pleasure. It doesn’t take me long to follow her over the edge into bliss, pumping my cum into her and marking her from the inside out.
Mine.
I fall back to sleep with Talia in my arms, my dick still inside her, and whispers of “I love you” on my lips.
The morning light fills the room as I watch Talia sleep in the nook of my shoulder and chest. She fits perfectly in my arms, looking like a peaceful angel snoozing beside me, with her tangled hair strewn across my pillows.
It’s pathetic to say that, at thirty, I’ve never been in a serious relationship before. But right now, as I stare at my sleeping pixie, I’m fucking glad. The women before her were just placeholders.
It was always supposed to be her. My itty bitty. I know that down to my bones; we are made for each other. I’ll never get enough of her. Her smile. Her laugh. Her snark. Her pussy. Her.
My mouth waters thinking about spreading her open and eating her for breakfast. I can still smell her sweet aroma in my nostrils. If I could bottle up her scent and wear it every day, I would. Fuck. If I could, I’d live with my cock buried inside her every minute of every day.
After she took my cock without warming up, like a champion, I’m pretty sure she feels the same way. We went at each other all night long. After my surprise mind-blowing blow job, Talia and I took a brief nap. Then, it was my turn to wake her up with my head between her legs. I made her come twice before I carried her limp body to the shower, where I got her good and clean, before bending her over and fucking her until she was nice and dirty and covered in my cum.
My initial concerns about her sexual inexperience and my lack of sex with feelings were completely unfounded. Talia was right; what we have is different—one of a kind—and that will always shine through when we come together. And it shows. She is keeping up with me just fine.
My dick twitches, thinking about how willing Talia is to try anything with me. I created a monster. She’s so responsive and so fucking insatiable. It makes my dick hard just thinking about her begging for my cock. Her pleas to make her come. To feel good. I plan on satisfying her in every way possible for the rest of our lives .
My phone rings from my sweatpants on the floor, and Talia stirs in my arms.
Who the fuck is calling so early? The better question is… What time is it?
I’m always up early, working out or off to practice, but for the first time in my entire career—hell, my entire adult life—I’ve slept in and skipped my morning run.
I regret nothing. Lying here, in bed with Talia, is exactly where I’m supposed to be.
Leaving for away games is going to be absolute fucking torture from here on out. It’s going to be like leaving half of my heart behind every time I hit the road.
The ringing starts again. What the fuck?
Talia’s knee bumps my cock as she lifts her leg and uses me like a pillow, waking the fucker up. My dick stands at attention, ready to be inside his new home.
Golf. Old ladies in bikinis. My brothers in speedos, I try willing my extremely hard morning wood down.
Talia is spent and bound to be sore. She burrows deeper into my side. A cute little breathy moan vibrates in her chest, similar to the noise she makes when she comes, and I’m fucked.
My cock is harder than stone. There’s only one way to make my problem go away. I really hate to do this, but I need to get out of bed and make my phone stop ringing.
I picture Nico’s scowling face, his deep-V shirts, and blinged out chain. Like magic, my fucking cock deflates, leaving me softer than a soggy strip of bacon.
With a restrained shiver, I take a deep breath and slip out from under the duvet. I pull on a clean pair of boxers and some athletic shorts before grabbing my phone and heading to the kitchen.
Three missed calls from Jace stare back at me, and I know it’s Rhys trying to video call. I tap my phone to call him back and make my way to my favorite spot on the patio .
His little face fills the screen as I plop onto the fluffy daybed. “Uncle Cam!”
My chest heats with so much love for this guy. He is the best thing that ever happened to our family. “What’s up, my man? Why are you home on a Thursday?”
“Papa and Grandad are taking me fishing because it’s Memorial weekend.”
“Both grandpas are taking you out?” I gasp in faux shock and hurt. “Did you plan a special guys’ trip without me?”
I’m used to my parents heading up to Oregon to spend time with Rhys. I know that’s where they’re headed when the time to retire rolls around. But I’d be a liar if I didn’t say it made me long for the days when they would travel around the country to watch me play. Especially my dad. He’s always been my rock, but for the last two years, his focus has been his grandson.
Not that I blame him. My nephew is fucking awesome. I guess I just long for the nostalgia of talking shop and waking up to hit the batting cages with him.
Rhys guffaws, his sweet laughter shaking his chest. His floppy brown hair falls over his eyes as he shakes his head. “No. We are only going for one day. Are you coming to Riah’s birthday party?” he asks, changing the subject.
“I play in Seattle, so that’s the plan.” I lucked out that my niece Sariah’s first birthday fell on one of the few Sundays I have off. I’m even luckier that my kick-ass sister-in-law planned her party for the same day.
“Awesome. Can I go to your game?”
“Always. I’ll get you tickets if your dad can take you.”
“Dad? Uncle Cam got me tickets to his game. Can you take me?” Rhys yells, rushing off. I can hear him bickering with Jace in the background.
I cover my mouth with my fist as my older brother steps in front of the camera and points at me. “You’re the fluffing worst, kid. ”
I tuck an arm behind my head and give my brother a smug look. “Nah. I’m fantastic.”
“Seriously, I can’t take him. Ry’s going to need my help setting up for the party. With her being pregnant, I can’t just leave her here alone.”
“Yes, you can,” Rylann’s sweet voice pipes up.
Jace pulls her into view and kisses her. Once upon a time, their mushy displays of affection grossed me out. Now that I’ve met Talia, I get it.
“Ace, I’m not alone. I have my mom and dad. Scarlett and Levi are next door. Mason and Emery are down the street. And your parents will be in town.”
“No, effing way, sunshine. What if something happened while I was away?” He scowls at her.
I get his reasoning. He wasn’t around when she had Rhys, and he doesn’t want to chance missing something while he’s gone.
“I’ll be fine, you big baby. This guy…” Rylann glows with pregnant bliss as she places her hands on her stomach and rubs her swollen belly.
Images of a pregnant Talia skate across my mind for the second time.
“He isn’t coming for a while.”
“Wait? Did you say this guy ? You’re having a boy?” I ask.
Rylann’s cheeks flush. “We just found out. We were going to announce it at the party. Promise not to tell?”
I make a cross over my heart. “Your secret is safe with me. As long as you name him after me. I think Isaac is a kick-ass name.” I tap my chin, waiting for Jace to cuss me out for even thinking of giving his kid my middle name.
When it comes to his family, Jace is crazy as fuck. He’s overprotective, doting, and absolutely over-the-top obsessed.
“Have your own fucking kid, then you can name them,” he growls. The gold rings around his irises glow, making him look like an angry superhero ready to laser my head off .
“Didn’t Rylann tell you? I am the father.” I make my best Maury Povich voice, delivering him the test results.
Rylann howls in laughter, her long brown hair flowing behind her, as Jace’s face turns beet red with anger. “He’s kidding.”
I love pushing his buttons. It’s my job as his baby brother. What I really love, though, is seeing him happy. His first wife made him miserable. He was a shell of himself when he was with her. When he reconnected with Rylann, I got my brother back. I couldn’t be more grateful for her and Rhys coming into his life.
He crosses his arms, cursing under his breath. “It’s not fucking funny.”
“Rylann thought it was.” I quirk a brow his way, making him growl like an angry teddy bear.
His wife pats his chest. “Such a neanderthal. Relax. We already have his name, and you know you’re the father.”
“Sunshine,” Jace warns.
“Wait. You have his name already?” I can’t help asking. All this baby talk has me feeling some kind of way, especially with the woman of my dreams sleeping in my bed.
Rylann looks at me, her cheeks pink and big brown eyes full of unshed tears. “We wanted to name him after your dad. Jeremy, but we’ll call him Remy.”
Jeremy is our dad’s middle name.
“Remy,” I repeat. “It’s perfect.” My nose tingles, and I clear the emotion clogging my throat. “Dad will love that.”
A noise behind me has me sitting up to find Talia leaning against the door frame, wearing nothing but my t-shirt and a sweet blush on her cheeks. My heart beats like a drum in my chest at the sight of her.
I motion with my finger, encouraging her to come closer. She shakes her head, but fuck that.
Come here, I mouth .
“Cam, what the fuck?” Jace shouts, shooting daggers at me. “Don’t call my son when one of your random cleat-chasers is still at your place walking around half naked.”
Jace’s comment has my blood pressure skyrocketing. I glare at him through the camera. “What the fuck did you just say?”
“I said, don’t call when—”
“Stop. Don’t finish that sentence. And don’t fucking talk about my girl like that, or I swear to God, I will cut your fucking balls off, feed them to you, and then pay your wife to name your child Cameron. Do you understand me?”
Jace throws his head back and laughs. “Holy shit. Has the mighty Cameron Miller finally fallen? I never thought I’d see the day.”
Rylann smacks him on the back of the head. “So rude.”
“Sorry, wife.”
“Don’t apologize to me. Apologize to Cam and his girlfriend.”
“Sorry, kid. I meant no offense. I didn’t know you were seeing someone special.” He holds his hands up in surrender, and I want to murder him a little less.
I search for Talia, but she’s slipped back inside the house. “Fuck.” I drop my head, gripping the back of my neck.
I know she heard Jace and probably has a million ideas about me and other women, here at my home, running through her head. Just another reason for her to walk away.
“You okay, brother?” Jace cringes like he knows where my head just went.
If I lost her all because of Jace and his stupid-ass mouth, I’ll more than murder him. No one will find his body.
His comment stings. I hate that my family and everyone else see me as a playboy, just another baseball player who sleeps around. It’s my fault. I was that guy. I don’t want to be that guy ever again. That guy was empty and lonely.
While I’ve been evolving the last few years, I didn’t allow others—aside from maybe Mason—to see those changes. No one knows there hasn’t been a single woman to enter this home since I bought it. The few women I’ve hooked up with over the last year, I met on the road, and they knew the score. One night only.
Fuck. The last thing I want to talk about with my girl is body count. The less she knows about that side of me, the better.
“No, you fucking douche-dick. I’m not okay. Talia heard you and disappeared inside. She’s probably packing her shit and getting ready to leave me because she thinks I’m some piece-of-shit manwhore.”
I should have dropped my phone and chased after her. What the fuck was I thinking?
The heavy, all-consuming ache in my chest has me frozen, too scared to get up and watch Talia walk out my door.
“No, I’m not.”
My eyes snap up to find Talia on the patio in front of me. Relief floods my veins to see her fully dressed in a hoodie, black skin-tight yoga pants, and a smile. She’s bare-faced and gorgeous.
“I knew you were a manwhore and fell for you anyway.”
“Aww.” I hear Rylann swoon in the background as blood rushes to my ears.
“Oh, I like her.” Jace chuckles.
Every hair on my arm stands on end as Talia walks over, drops to her knees between my legs, and places her hands on my thighs. “I’m not going anywhere.” She takes the phone from my hand and turns it to face her. “Hi. I’m Talia. It’s nice to meet you. Cam talks about you guys all the time.”
I watch, stunned silent, as Talia introduces herself to Jace and Rylann, and then chats like the last five minutes never happened. Reality snaps back when I hear Rylann invite Talia to Sariah’s birthday party.
I grab the phone and answer for her. “She’ll be there with me.”
“Yay. I’m so excited. It was lovely chatting with you, Talia. I can’t wait to meet you in person.” Rylann beams at the camera while my brother nods along .
“Me too.”
“We will let you go. Cam, I’ll talk to Dad about Seattle and get back to you. I think we have some catching up to do.” Jace uses his “all-knowing big brother” voice on me. He’s put the puzzle pieces together. He knows Talia is related to Nico.
I’m not ready to hear whatever brotherly advice he has for me, but I agree and say my goodbyes. There is only one person I want to give all my attention to, and she’s still on her knees in front of me.
“Baby.” I cup Talia’s face in the palm of my hand.
She leans into my touch, kissing my palm. We are in the wrong position for this conversation.
I lift her up, turn her around to sit on the bed, and kneel before her, switching our roles. “Better.”
She runs her hands through my hair while scanning my face like she’s worried about something, when I’m the one freaking the fuck out. “Cam, you can change your mind. I don’t have to go to your niece’s birthday party.”
What?
She worries her lip between her teeth, bracing herself to my impending rejection—a rejection she will never hear uttered from my lips.
“You think I’m worried about introducing you to my family?”
“Maybe?” She shrugs.
I completely understand why she thinks I have reservations. Our relationship is a secret because her brother hates me. As does her mom, who thinks we broke up. I wasn’t surprised she reacted the way she did.
Talia and I have had a lot of deep conversations about her childhood and the relationship she has with her mom and brother. From an outsider’s perspective, her mom choosing Nico’s side is par for the course. I don’t think Mrs. Romero realizes how badly it hurts Talia when she does that. How it makes Talia feel less important. Second best .
It fucking kills me. Which is why I need to fix this shit with Nico before we tell him about our relationship. The last thing I want is for this amazing woman to be in pain. I refuse to cause her any more suffering. She’s my world, and I will do anything to ensure she’s happy and safe. I will always put her first.
“I’m not worried. I can’t wait for my entire family to meet you. They are going to fall for you just like I did.”
“But…”
I pull her ass to the edge of the bed and grip it tight. “I promise it will be different with them. My family will support us. We can just be us. Will you please go with me to my niece’s birthday party next month? Please?”
A slow smile takes over her face. It’s happy, bright, and blinding. It’s a smile I want to keep permanently on her face for the rest of my life.
“If I can switch my shifts around, I’d love to go with you and meet your family.”
My heart fucking lurches over itself, and I can barely contain my grin. I tackle her to the sunbed and kiss the ever-loving shit out of her. “You’ve just made me the happiest man alive.”
“You make me happy too.” Her silver eyes sparkle as she looks up at me in awe.
I know I can make Talia happy, but how long will that happiness last if her family doesn’t accept our relationship? If they cut her out and break her heart?
I carry my girl back to bed, and before I worship every inch of her body, I make a silent promise to do what I can to make sure Talia stays happy. She means everything to me, and there is nothing I wouldn’t do for her.
Even mend the burned bridge between me and her brother.