Chapter 23 #2
“As long as he needs to. He knows I was coming over here to talk to you,” she states.
Taking her hand, I lead her over to my workbench. I thread my fingers into her hair and press my lips to hers in a chaste kiss. “Tell me no and I’ll stop.”
She grips my shirt in her fists. “Please don’t stop.”
I quickly strip her coat from her body and spin her around. Maren places her hands on the bench and arches her back, pressing her sweet ass into my cock. “This is a fantasy, one I’ve had on multiple occasions, and not always since your return,” I confess, pressing my mouth to her neck.
“Sounds like we need to find out if the real thing is as good as your imagination,” she retorts, her words coming out breathlessly.
“You sure? Because I can take you inside to my bed, where you belong.”
“I belong right here, Cam,” she says, rubbing her ass against me.
My cock is so hard I could cut glass. “This is gonna be fast.” I want to make it good, but as amped up as I am, I’m not sure I’ll last longer than sliding my cock inside her hot pussy.
“I like fast.”
I pull down my pants, just enough to remove my erection. I run my hands across her hips, drawing her black leggings down to her ankles as I go. Reaching between her legs, I slide my fingers through her wetness, pleasantly surprised to find her soaked and ready.
Then, I pause.
“Shit.”
“What’s wrong?” she asks, looking over her shoulder.
“I don’t have a condom.” They’re in my bedside drawer. Not exactly convenient for me to run inside and grab one, but I will.
“It’s fine, Cam. I’m clean.”
“Are you on birth control?”
She meets my gaze and I see the answer. She’s not. What I know is I should pull up my pants and retrieve protection. This is too new, too soon, too risky.
But do you know what?
I. Don’t. Fucking. Care.
If she gets pregnant, then so be it. We’re being reckless and irresponsible.
Again.
I. Don’t. Care.
I’ve wanted this woman to be my everything for so long, it’s hard to see past all that. Our dream was to marry and start a family. Three kids, the perfect combination of her and me. A house outside of town with a barn for me to work on cars and lots of space to grow vegetables and kids.
Even though I’ve spent more than seven years hiding from that dream, the moment she returned to town, it all came crashing back down on me.
And now?
We’ve already gotten a head start on that family, because of Theo. I want to be there for him, for her. I want to be his father, to teach him how to fix cars and how to ride four-wheelers. I want to be the man he comes to with questions. Who he calls Dad.
I want to be his father.
Is this too fast?
Probably.
But our story is years and years in the making. Even when we weren’t together, life continued on until we were able to find each other again. Now, we pick up those pieces of our lives and entwine them like puzzle pieces.
I line myself up at her entrance, grabbing her hips as I slowly push inside her from behind. “I’m not—I’m not on birth control, Cam,” she whispers.
“I know. Do you want me to stop and go get a condom?” I will leave the decision to her and respect whichever way she goes. Somehow, I hold perfectly still, not moving even though my body craves the thrust.
With her eyes locked on mine, she whispers, “No.”
So, I move. I push all the way inside her body, reveling in the grip around my entire cock. “I’m not scared, Shortcake.” I pull out and thrust back inside.
“Me either,” she mutters, holding on to the bench as she arches her back again. The angle allows me to move easily, to hit exactly where I need to touch deep inside her.
Wrapping one hand around her stomach and holding her hip with my other hand, I thrust repeatedly, filling her completely. My hips move on their own, my body slapping against her ass as we both chase the release we crave.
I move my hand from her stomach to her tits, cupping one perfect mound in my palm through her bra as I continue to move. My other hand shifts downward, sliding over her hard clit and making her cry out.
“You’re close, aren’t you?”
“So close,” she insists, thrusting back against me.
“Come for me, Shortcake. I need to feel it.”
Swiping my finger gently over her clit, I feel her body tighten around me.
She cries out my name, rocking back as she squeezes my cock.
My spine starts to tingle, and I know I won’t be able to last any longer.
My balls ache to release, and when I finally do, I come hard.
I go completely still, emptying myself inside her body and secretly praying we’ve made a baby from this one simple, foolish act.
Leaning forward, I press my lips to her neck as I wrap my body around hers. “I love you, Maren.”
“I love you too, Camden.”
I kiss her lips gently, holding her tight. “This might get messy. Let me grab some shop towels.”
She wrinkles her nose. “Shop towels?”
“They’re clean, promise.” I carefully extract myself from her body and grab my jeans, trying to pull them up so I can move as I scurry toward the cabinet with towels. “I should have thought of this sooner.”
When I return and she takes the towel, placing it between her legs to clean my cum from her thighs. “Does it make me weird that I kinda like it?”
I bark out a laugh and shake my head. “Nope. Seeing cum running down your leg turns me into a caveman,” I tell her, pressing a hard kiss against her mouth.
Once we’re all cleaned up and our clothing is back in place, I pull her into my arms. She throws hers over my shoulders and rests her cheek against my neck. “Go with me to Cade’s wedding in April. You and Theo both.”
“All right.” Her answer is immediate.
After a few minutes of just holding each other and stealing a kiss or two, I finally release my hold on her. “I should get back home so Dad can go. He has to work tomorrow.”
I nod, even though I don’t want her to leave. “We’ll need to figure something out moving forward, because not having you in bed with me is killing me.”
She grins. “Agreed. Though, with Theo—”
“It would be easier for me to come to you.”
Nodding, she adds, “You’re always welcome in my bed, Cam.”
I take her hand, grab her coat, and prepare to walk her to her back door.
Our fingers are linked the entire time. When we get to the door, we face each other and I take her in my arms one last time.
“I don’t want to just leave you here at the door like I used to,” I state, referring to when we were in high school and I’d walk her to the door, kiss her good night, and be on my way.
“Then don’t.” There’s a twinkle in her gorgeous blue eyes.
“Yeah?”
She shrugs. “I sleep better with you beside me.”
You don’t have to tell me twice. “Give me ten minutes to go close everything up.”
“The door will be unlocked.”
“No, lock the door. I’ll knock when I arrive.”
She rolls her eyes playfully. “Fine, but hurry back. I’m ready for bed.”
“You tired?” I ask, brushing her hair off her forehead.
“I said I was ready for bed, Cam. Not tired.” She winks before entering her house. She smiles while she closes the door, leaving me standing outside.
I practically leap from the deck, as if my ass were on fire. I have a woman waiting for me and nowhere else I want to be.
Ten minutes?
I’ll be back in five.