Chapter 35
Thirty-Five
Logan
When I pull up outside Cam’s apartment later that evening—after the world’s longest flight—there’s a lightness in my chest I haven’t felt in months.
Since my brother’s wedding, before it all went to shit.
But this is even different than it was then.
Gone are all the reasons and circumstances keeping us apart.
The fears, the obstacles. It’s all in the past, leaving nothing but hope for the future.
Our future.
I’ve never been more certain of that, especially when the door to his apartment opens, and a massive smile spreads across his face when he sees me.
“Twice in one night? Are you stalking me, Little Reed?”
A laugh slips out, and I cock my head. “Can it be considered stalking if I was invited?”
If possible, his smile grows before he holds the door open for me to enter. I steal a quick kiss on the way inside and then take in the open concept living room and kitchen while I remove my jacket and shoes.
It’s one of those modern-meets-industrial places with really nice bones, but the thing is…it’s pretty empty. Bar stools at the island but no dining room table. A couch and a flatscreen in the living room but little else, which has me wondering…
“When did you get this place?”
“Right after the wedding.”
He steps up behind me, and I feel his fingers tracing over the stitching on the upper back of my jersey—his jersey—before snaking his arms around my waist, hugging me against his chest. I sink back into his warmth instinctively, loving the scratch of his beard against my cheek and neck as he rains kiss after kiss over my skin.
“You want a tour?” he whispers before pressing his lips to the spot below my ear.
“As long as it starts with your bedroom and has an intermission once we get there.”
“I was thinking a sex-tour, actually.”
“Do I want to know what that means?” I ask with a laugh.
“We fuck in every room of the apartment before the night is over.” His lips brush over my earlobe before he gently nips at it. “You up for the challenge?”
I let out a low hum before nodding, only to feel him smile against the side of my throat as he kisses me there.
“Great, we’ll start with the kitchen.”
He spins me around and palms the backs of my thighs, scooping me up without a word. My arms and legs wrap around him instinctively, and laughter bubbles up from my chest as he crosses through the living room to the kitchen.
“Cam! I could’ve walked!”
“And miss you being a little koala again? I think not.”
I arch a brow. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“The first morning in New York,” he states, eyes locking with mine. “You were cuddling me when I woke up, and I thought you looked like a little koala clinging to a tree.”
“Oh, and you’re the tree?”
“I mean…” He trails off, grinning, and I can’t stop my scoff. Not because it isn’t accurate; it definitely is. I just don’t wanna give him the satisfaction. Especially after only now finding out he was awake the morning I was cuddling him like a touch-starved lunatic.
Or a koala in a tree, apparently.
“A lot of koalas have chlamydia, you know.”
“Oh, perfect. That’ll go great with my syphilis monster,” he says before dropping me on the counter.
I release a low groan, followed by a pained laugh as my forehead falls to his shoulder. “Ugh, God. I’m never living that down, am I?”
“You’re sure not, but I promise to make enduring it worth your while.”
His palms curl around my neck and he uses his thumbs to tilt my chin up.
Amusement glitters in his eyes while he smiles down at me as if I’ve hung every star in the sky, only to drop his mouth to mine in a slow kiss.
Well, it starts out slow, but then his tongue traces the seam of my lips before coaxing them apart, and we go from zero to sixty in the span of a heartbeat.
My hands slide up into his hair, sinking into the silky blond strands while his tongue takes greedy pulls of mine, kissing me with as much passion and desire as I’m feeling. It’s the kind of kiss I wanted to give him back at The Garden earlier, but too many people were milling about.
This kiss is completely different from any of the others we’ve shared—because this one isn’t goodbye.
It isn’t rushed or laced with deceit and sadness.
It’s one that says we have all the time in the world, and there’s nothing stopping me from indulging in every nip and lick and touch my body’s been craving for months—since the last time it felt his.
Legs still wrapped around his hips, I start shamelessly grinding my erection against his thickening cock, loving the little moans that spill from his mouth from the added friction.
The delicious sounds send another surge of need through me, and my arms slide down his back before my hands dip beneath his shirt and then drag it upward.
He breaks away, allowing me to pull his shirt clean off and toss it aside before he dives in again—this time for my neck, kissing a path from my collarbone to my jaw.
“Where did you get this?” he whispers against my skin before tugging on the sleeve of my jersey. “They haven’t released them yet.”
“I had it custom made. I wanted to have it ready for your debut, just in case.”
The statement has him pausing his wicked torment, and he leans back to meet my gaze.
There’s a softness around his eyes I recognize well from the moments where I’d do something for him with no expectations, like the flashdrive or the manga page of us, and just like those times, it leaves him speechless.
“I meant it when I said I’d be there, no matter when or where,” I tell him, my focus dancing between his eyes. “Us being apart was only ever temporary for me.”
Cam’s lips part and he lets out a surprised laugh before dropping his forehead to mine again. His thumbs skate over the line of my jaw in a loving caress, still looking for his words before he finally replies.
“You are the most unbelievable person I’ve ever met. You know that?”
“I’m glad you think so,” I whisper, feeling the blush creep over my face.
He presses a quick kiss to my heated cheeks before his hands leave my neck to work open my jeans. I go to strip my jersey off, but one hand catches my wrist, stopping me.
“Leave it on.”
“You really wanna play out this fantasy, don’t you?” I ask with a laugh, but he just grins wider.
“Maybe just this once,” he murmurs. “Because you’re finally mine again.”
Well, how can I argue with that?
Cam releases my wrist and continues working my pants open, only to yank them down my legs when I lift my ass off the counter. His sweats are gone a second later, leaving him gloriously naked before me as he grabs his wallet, producing a packet of lube.
“Surprised you don’t just have a bottle hidden in every room of the apartment if you were hoping for a sex-tour,” I tease.
“I’ll make sure to remember that for next time,” he says, clearly amused as he coats his length with the gel. “Now, lean back for me, Lo.”
My mouth waters from watching him stroke and spread the lube over his shaft, so entranced by the sight, it has my own cock twitching and aching between my thighs, but I obey him and fall back on the counter.
I can still feel the cool granite through the fabric of the jersey, and I let out a soft hiss when it rides up to my pecs after he slips his arms under my knees and drags me closer.
With my ass hanging off the edge at the perfect level for his cock, I expect him to make quick work of burying it inside me, overcome with the same need and desire currently coursing through my body.
But then his lube-coated palm wraps around my length, giving me a few gentle strokes instead.
My eyes fall closed as he jacks me, losing myself in his touch.
It feels so fucking good, especially when he pays extra attention to the sensitive spot under my crown, but I’m too keyed up for this kind of teasing.
“Save the torture for round two,” I moan, arching into his touch.
“Why would I do that?”
When my lids lift again, I find him grinning down at me with a hellish glint in his eyes.
“Because if you’re not inside me in the next five seconds, I may actually die. I’d prefer to not have that happen after waiting this long to be with you again.”
His grin only grows as he releases my cock in favor of his own. Of course, in true Camden fashion, he swipes the head up and down my crease, continuing his teasing while coating me with the cool lube.
“Still as demanding as ever, aren’t you, Little Reed?” he asks, a knowing smirk resting on his handsome face when he finally positions himself against my hole.
I arch a brow at his taunt, and rather than answering, I wrap my legs around his hips again and pull him in, effectively impaling myself on his shaft. Both of us let out a low moan as he tunnels in farther, not stopping until he’s sheathed to the hilt.
I’m damn near delirious with how fucking good it feels, being joined like this. And not just from the sexual aspect—though I can’t deny just how much I’ve missed being claimed and possessed by him. But for it to be with so much love, I could drown in it? That’s just icing on the cake.
“Shit, you’re so tight,” he hisses, shaking his head. “I don’t think I’m gonna la—”
“Round two” is all I say again on a tortured exhale.
Thankfully he gets the message and starts sliding in and out with long, slow thrusts.
Every swipe his crown makes over my prostate sends bolts of lightning down my spine, emphasized every time his pelvis collides with my ass.
Soft moans fall from my lips as he continues burying himself as deep as he can, never once faltering in his steady rhythm, and my back arches off the counter with the need for more.
“God, baby. You feel so fucking good.”
“So do you, Lo. Shit.” Cam lets out a half-laugh, half-hum as he shakes his head. “It’s pathetic how close I am already.”
“Mmm, but when you come, that just means I can have my turn inside you.”