Chapter 11
Cole
I can’t believe I’m finally touching her…finally kissing her and holding her…finally tasting her like I’ve dreamt of for too damn long now. Her body, it’s a damn work of art…a body designed to be both heaven and hell for men like me...a body created to be worshiped. As I settle my body over hers, her legs wrapping around me like it’s second fucking nature, I feel the heat and slick of her arousal against the head of my throbbing cock. The primal side of me wants to just sink into her, to take her like a damn animal until she’s screaming my name, but that side isn’t in control tonight, not even close. I’m going to take my time with her. I’m going to worship her like the fucking goddess she is and, if I’m lucky, I’ll continue to worship her far beyond this night.
When my lips find hers, I line myself up and slowly slide into her, feeding her one swollen inch at a time. I pause my movements with each hiss and gasp, wanting to give her time to adjust. I’ve always known I was well endowed, but until now, I’ve never cared so damn much about making sure I’m gentle, I’ve never worried so damn much about not fucking things up. By the time I sink the last inch into her, we’re both trembling and I’m fighting every damn one of my instincts to just slam into her, to take her like the desperate and starved man I am.
“Holy shit, Cole. You…fuck, you’re so big.” Yeah, that shit makes me chuckle. Her voice is nothing more than a breathy whisper, but those green eyes, they’re showing the same damn hunger that I’ve felt for fucking weeks now.
“I know, baby. I’ll be gentle, I promise.” Her eyes widen and her lips part, but then she says something…the one thing that destroys any chance I have of not ravaging her like a damn beast.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” I see the challenge in her eyes and my restraint shatters, turning to fucking dust as I draw my hips back and slam into her in one hard, deep plunge. The way she moans, the sound absolutely sinful and filthy, it’s my undoing. I slam into her again and again, drawing every wicked noise I can from her as her hands cling to my back, right below my shoulder blades. I feel her nails digging in and her walls begin fluttering around me until her entire body arches off the damn bed like she’s possessed, her eyes roll back in her head, her legs squeeze the hell out of me and her soaking wet cunt grips me like a damn vice.
When I feel her muscles start to relax, I resume my brutal, punishing rhythm, not holding back as I fuck her right through the end of her orgasm without mercy. Her high has barely begun to fade when I feel her gearing up for the next one, but I’m not far behind. With each stroke, every firm, deep thrust, I push us both closer to oblivion.
I’ve had sex before, more times than I can count with too damn many women who weren’t worth a damn, but this…this is different. My eyes find hers and I can’t look away, not even when I feel her drawing me in and gripping me so tight that I can’t hold back. The second my name leaves her lips on a breathy sound that’s somewhere between a moan and a cry, I bury myself deep inside her, emptying myself inside her with a deep moan while our eyes remain locked together.
“Cam, I don’t want this to be some casual thing…I don’t do casual. I want to see where this goes…but only if you want it too.” She stares at me for a long moment, her expression giving away nothing until…she smiles.
“That’s good because I suck at casual. I’m an all in kind of girl and I don’t just want you, Cole…I want the boys, the chaos…I want all of it. If you aren’t ready for that, it’s okay. I can be patient.” I don’t think there’s a more perfect answer that she could give me and I know my smile makes it clear her words mean everything to me, but in case there’s some doubt there…
“I’m all in, Cam. I want you here, I want you with me and I want you here with the boys. You…you’re every damn thing that I didn’t realize my life was missing.” I press my lips to hers, not even able to fight the smile on my damn face, not even while I kiss her. I’ve literally just told this woman I want a relationship with her while I’m still buried inside her, yet it fits. This amazing woman is now, for better or worse, a part of the chaos in my life and I couldn't be fucking happier.
It’s been three weeks since the day Sarah showed up on my doorstep…three weeks of me and Cam sleeping in the same bed...three weeks of spending the evenings with the boys and the nights tangles up in my sheets. She spends the days watching the boys and they spend a few hours a day with Mary, who seems pretty damn happy about mine and Cam’s relationship.
I know it’s still early yet, but I honestly can’t imagine my life without her in it. On top of her already unbelievable commitment to me and the boys, she took on handling the accounting for the contractor company I work for. It turns out that she got a glowing letter of recommendation from her job in the city that had my boss practically begging her to take the damn job.
With her working from home, caring for the boys and already planning for the upcoming start of the school year, things have been more chaotic than usual, but she makes the chaos seem better…easier to handle. Hell, the woman already bought school clothes and supplies for Holden and Cody, even though she did refuse to let me pay for a damn thing.
“We’re a team, Cole. I wanted to do this for them, so I did it. Like I told you, I want you, but I want those boys too. If we’re doing this, you need to let me help and you can’t panic every time I do.” Yeah, there was honestly no arguing with her, though that was hard to do anyways after I saw how excited both the boys were over everything she got them.
Everything’s seemed so damn perfect, which is why it didn’t really surprise me when I came home to find Cam at the dining table with a stack of papers in front of her and a frown on her beautiful face. I knew the other shoe would drop eventually…I just hadn’t thought it would be in the form of a court summons. I had honestly stopped thinking about Sarah, but here she is, not so subtly barreling into our lives like a fucking battering ram.
“Baby, what’s that?” It isn’t until she looks up at me that I see the tears in her eyes which have me closing the distance and pulling her into my arms at near inhuman speed.
“She’s…she’s dragging us to court…requesting shared custody.” She chokes the words out between sobs and I just pull her tighter against me, praying like hell she can’t feel the rage building inside me right now. She needs comfort, not anger…she needs love and, no matter how I look at it, that’s what I give her…what she gives me. We haven’t said it yet, but it’s there. It’s present in every smile, every laugh, every damn thoughtful little detail of how we care for each other.
“You said your friend’s husband might be able to help, right?” I had been resistant at first, trying to pretend we could handle this on our own if Sarah pulled some shit, but I’m not risking my boys on hope or luck. No, if we’re doing this, we’re going in like a category five hurricane and we’re going to tear that bitch apart.
“Yeah, I can call him. Cole…we can’t lose the boys. Our boys need us, not some woman who walked away from them without looking back.” Dear god, the way she says our boys, it hits me so damn hard that my breath catches and my heart stutters in my chest.
“Alright, let’s call him and get this moving, yeah?” So we do. The call with her friend lasts two hours, continuing even after the Joey and Cody wake from their naps, but Holden helps keep them occupied in the living room so we can focus on getting everything put together. We send her friend’s husband, Matt, everything from doctor’s reports, school reports, receipts for groceries, clothes, medication, every bank statement from the day Sarah left, the copies of the divorce decree, the custody paperwork…we send him everything.
“Alright, guys, I’m going to go through all this and start putting the case together. The case will be presented before the judge in two weeks, so I’ll have this done and emailed to you by this time next week. I need you to review everything and let me know if anything is missing within twenty-four hours of when you receive it. I’ll get there the day before the hearing and we’ll go over everything in person and make sure you’re prepared. If she reaches out to you in anyway, document it. Any questions?” He’s very direct and I appreciate it since I don’t need the frilly legal bullshit, just the facts.
“No, I think we’re good. We appreciate you doing this for us.” Cam’s voice is steady for the first time since I got home and it definitely eases some of the tension in my muscles.
“Anytime, Cami. Trish is using this as an excuse for one of us to check on you, so everyone wins. Aright, I’m going to get to work on this, but call if anything changes and I’ll call you if I need anything else.” We say our goodbyes and once she ends the call, we sit for a few minutes in silence, just letting it all sink in.
I hadn’t even noticed the smell of dinner cooking until she’s already up and moving into the kitchen, but the weight of everything has even affected the boys, leave us eating dinner in near silence. We push through their bedtime routine damn near on autopilot and go to bed, holding each other so damn tight that you wouldn’t be able to tell where her body ends and mine begins.
We have three days till we go to court and stand before a judge while my ex tries proving she isn’t a worthless piece of shit. Things have been tense, but we’ve managed, though fuck if I know how. I’ve been busting my ass today, redoing some DIY job our client tried to pull off with nothing more than hope and a damn internet video. I’m hot, I’m tired and I’m completely fucking drained…which is why I feel my patience completely snap the second I walk through the door to Holden and Cody arguing while Cam tries, but fails to get them to stop. I’m not mad at them, not really, but this is just more than I can handle after the last few weeks.
“Knock it the hell off! I just walked through the damn door and you two are already at each other’s throats!” I don’t often raise my voice at them, so it’s no surprise when they’re looking at me with tear filled eyes and looks of fucking shock on their faces. I know I need to calm down, just step outside and let this shit settle before I fuck everything up…but then Cam walks up, worry and some emotion I’m too damn angry to identify etched all over her beautiful face.
“Hey, woah, let’s calm down, okay? It’s okay, babe. It’s just an argument. Why don’t you go take a shower and give yourself a minute to breathe.” It’s a fair suggestion, but my anger is already burning through me and she unknowingly stepped in its path. I don’t want to lash out at her, I never would, but the words start pouring out of me like a damn flood of rage.
“I don’t need to fucking breathe! I need to be able to come home and not face shit from the kids I’m fighting my ass off to keep! I don’t need you trying to smooth things over, Cam, it’s not your fucking job! You can’t just magically fucking fix everything! Hell, you can’t even keep the kids from lashing out at each other while I’m not here!” I want to choke back every fucking word, swallow that shit down, but it’s too late. The look of devastation is immediate, just like the tears filling her eyes. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she fucking flinches like I raised my hand to her as she takes a step back…away from me.
“You’re right. I can’t fix anything. I'm sorry I overstepped. Boys, dinner is in the crockpot. I’ll get ahold of Janet and see if she can be here in the morning.” She grabs her phone off the couch and slips past me without a word or even a glance in my damn direction, but I can't even fucking blame her.
Holden and Cody disappear upstairs, leaving me with Joey in the living room and both of them refusing to even come down to eat while I’m left hating myself for fucking up the one thing that made this shitty world a little brighter.