Chapter 24
“I VOTE NO PDA IN FRONT OF THE FAMILY.”
Chevelle
Islide under the sheet next to Cam. We’ve had sex every night, whether it’s while we’re watching a movie and his hand slides under the blanket and up my thigh or when we go to bed.
He’s insatiable, and he’s made me insatiable.
But he’s given me the gift of oral sex a lot more than I have him, so since I woke up early today, I figure I’ll surprise him.
He’s grown accustomed to sleeping naked as well, so I don’t have to fiddle with boxers or shorts. He’s already half chub when my hand lightly handles him under the sheet. He must be having a great dream.
I pump him a few times. No movement from him. Then I put my mouth on him, my tongue swirling around his tip before I lower my mouth and take in his entire length. His dick grows in my mouth, and a moan slips from him above the sheets.
“You should know I have a girlfriend,” he says and laughs. He tears the sheets off of me. “And I like to watch.”
I give him my best bored look, but it’s too hard with his dick in my mouth. As annoying as I used to find him, he makes me laugh all the time.
He rests his hands behind his head. “Carry on.”
“Be careful, dear, or I’ll use my teeth.”
He scrunches away, and his hands fly down to cover his dick. “That’s not even a joke. What if I told you I was going to shove a… I don’t know, I can’t think, you got me all hot with that succulent mouth of yours.”
I laugh. “Here’s a tip. When your girlfriend goes down on you, you enjoy it and don’t talk.”
The smile falls from his face, and he stares at me.
“What?” I ask, running what I said through my mind.
“Say it again.” He touches my cheek, his thumb running along my bottom lip.
“Be quiet when I’m sucking you and enjoy it?”
He shakes his head, then it dawns on me.
“The girlfriend part?”
He nods and smiles.
“Oh.” I get up on my knees between his legs. “Sorry, are we not there yet? I thought since you’d just used the word and since we weren’t—”
“Of course we’re fucking there. I love that you referred to yourself as my girlfriend. I haven’t heard you say it yet.”
I feel my cheeks heat. “Well yeah, I’m not seeing anyone else, and…”
He sits up and plasters his hands to my cheeks, kissing me until he has me on my back. His lips continue a path across my jaw and down my neck. “And we’ll always remember that when you first referred to yourself as my girlfriend, your mouth was millimeters away from my cock.”
“Cam!” I smack his arm.
“It’s a good memory. Really.” Then his body covers mine again.
“Don’t you want a blow job?”
He’s already reaching for the nightstand drawer where we keep the condoms. “Maybe when I ask you to marry me, we can do a replay. Right now, I just wanna be deep inside of you while you call me your boyfriend over and over again.”
“Was it that much of a big deal?”
He sits up from kissing my breast. “Yes, a very big deal. We’re progressing.”
I shake my head and chuckle. “Whatever you say.”
As the words leave my mouth, Cam studies me and sets the condom to the side, still in its wrapper. His lips cascade over my body like little butterfly touches, and even his hands brush and glide instead of grab and pull.
“You’re so gorgeous. I don’t deserve you,” he murmurs along my skin.
At first, I’m not sure how to respond to the lethargic pace he’s setting because he’s not fucking me. He’s making love. I’ve never made love with anyone.
He nibbles on my earlobe, his hot breath causing goose bumps to erupt along my neck. “My sweet girlfriend.”
I can feel his smile on my skin. Making him so happy is a euphoric feeling.
I run my hands down his strong back muscles, and his thigh moves my legs wider apart, making room for him.
He rises up on his elbows and moves my hair out of the way.
His eyes lock with mine and I decide I don’t want anything between us.
He reaches for the condom, but I find myself shaking my head.
“What?” he asks, kissing the corner of my mouth.
“I have an IUD and I’m clean.”
He stares at me for a long time. “Me too.” He shakes his head. “I mean clean. No IUD.”
I laugh and lower my hands to his ass, pushing him so the tip of his dick enters me.
“Are you sure? I’m in no rush.”
I nod. “I’m positive.”
He bites his lip. “Well, shit, I feel like my manhood is about to be challenged.”
My head rears back in laughter. “Why?” I ask once I regain control of myself.
“Because being inside you bare, it’s going to be hard as hell not to come immediately. If I’m staring off into space, it’s just because I’m thinking about that duck chasing me instead of your warm, wet pussy.”
I shake my head. “Cam?”
He runs his finger along my hairline again. “Yes, girlfriend?”
“Get inside me.”
“So bossy.” He slides into me, and I open wider for him, making room for his hips. “Oh shit.”
“Already?” I ask.
He smiles at me. “No.”
He lowers his body and captures my lips as he circles his hips, making love to me, tattooing himself to my soul and lasting a lot longer than either of us thought he would.
If he thinks my referring to myself as his girlfriend is big, he’d probably fall over if I admitted the truth—I love him.
“You want us over for dinner?” I ask Marla for the fourth time since she called me after work today. “Why? It’s Cam.”
“Yes, it’s Cam, and we want to meet him as your special someone.”
Special someone? “Okay.”
“Good. Dinner is on Sunday.”
I grip the phone tighter. “Sunday? That’s family dinner night.”
“Yes,” she says. “His role in our family has changed now.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Be here by five. No need to bring anything. I’ve got it all handled. Gotta go. See you then.” She hangs up before I can argue with her. Damn that woman.
I arrive home a few minutes later and Cam is on the floor of the family room with Gunner up on the couch. He’s sketching a new design for an older boat he just bought.
“Hey, girlfriend,” he says because he can’t seem to stop referring to me by that moniker.
“Hey, boyfriend.” I walk over, and Gunner gets up, coming over to me so I’ll pet him, which I do. “We’ve been summoned to the big house.”
His pencil drops. “Really?”
I nod. “Sunday dinner.”
“Shit.” He cringes even though we know my family already thinks of him as one of us. “Am I going to be drilled with questions?”
I sit on the sofa behind him, so his back is between my legs. I massage his shoulders.
He lays his head on my thigh. “I’ll make you proud, girlfriend. I promise.”
“You can stop calling me girlfriend.” I squeeze a little harder to get my point across.
“Why, girlfriend?”
I stop massaging, holding up my hands.
“Okay, girlfriend. I’ll stop.” I move to get up, but he stops me, turning around and somehow getting me on my back. “I’ll stop now. For the rest of the night.”
“Uh-huh.”
He does stop for ten minutes while we have sex on the couch. But after that, he’s back to calling me girlfriend practically every other word. It’s somewhat annoying, but there are worse things, right?
Sunday comes way too quickly, and Cam disappeared this morning only to return with a bouquet of flowers for Marla and my dad’s favorite barbeque sauce from a store in Greywall.
“Why did you buy this stuff?” I ask as we walk up the hill toward the house, where most of my siblings’ cars are already parked. I had my suspicions but hoped it would just be the four of us.
“I’m coming as your boyfriend tonight.” I stare at him, and he holds up his hands. “I didn’t call you girlfriend.” He lowers his head to mine. “Girlfriend.”
I swat at his arm, and he laughs.
“Seriously, I’m not coming as Fisher’s best friend. I’m coming as your guy.”
“I like that my guy thing.” I step closer and tilt my head toward him. He doesn’t miss the fact I’m looking for another kiss and places his lips on mine. “I apologize ahead of time for their behavior. I know they’re going to do something bizarre or embarrassing, so just roll with it.”
He literally vacations with us and has been part of our family forever. I’m not sure why I’m so worried my family is going to embarrass me. Ha! Yes, I do. It’s because I know them.
I walk in through the garage and the house is eerily quiet when I know there are at least five babies here.
“We’re here,” I announce. “You know, just me and Cam, the guy you’ve known forever.”
We round the corner, and sure enough, my family is all sitting there and staring at us.
Marla gets up from the couch. “Hello, Chevelle and…” She looks at Cam, apparently waiting for me to introduce him.
I scrunch my eyebrows. “Cam.”
“Cam? Does Cam have a last name?” she asks like she’s never met him before.
“Baker,” I say slowly, not understanding why they’re pretending we don’t know him.
She holds out her hand. “Nice to meet you, Cam Baker. May I assume Cam is short for Cameron?”
“You may.” Cam shakes her hand and looks at me.
I shrug and shake my head. Like, just go with it, I guess.
“I brought you some flowers,” he says.
Marla accepts them and turns to the group. “He brought flowers. And they smell great. I’ll go put these in water. Why don’t you introduce Cam to the rest of the family?” She walks into the kitchen.
Now all my siblings are looking at us with serious faces. We step farther into the family room.
“This is Cameron Baker, everyone, but you already know that.” I turn to my dad. “This is my dad, Hank.”
Cam hands him the bottle of barbeque sauce, and my dad lifts it to look at it. “My favorite. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Cade is next to my dad, and he puts out his hand. “I’m Cade, Chevelle’s oldest brother. This is my wife, Presley, and our little girl, Morgan. Our daughter, Leighton, is downstairs with our brother, Rylan.”
Cam goes along with it all and shakes hands. We make our way through the room, and I do introductions with everyone until we reach Fisher.
“This is so stupid,” I mumble.
Fisher stares at Cam’s hand.
“Fisher, this is your best friend, Cam. And now he’s also my boyfriend.” I do the introduction as Allie bites her lip to keep from laughing. “And this is his wife, Allie. They have a set of twins, Axel and Laurie, who I assume are with Rylan in the basement.”
Cam puts his hand out, and Fisher shakes it. I’m not sure how much the two have talked since Fisher found us at his place, but they seem to be having some nonverbal conversation with their handshake and nods.
Marla comes back into the living room. “Everyone get introduced?”
“Yes, and this is weird, even for us.” I look around the room for one of my siblings to agree with me, but no one says anything.
“Then it’s settled.” Marla puts her hand on my dad’s shoulder and looks at Cam.
“What?” My forehead wrinkles.
“Welcome to the family, Cam. We couldn’t be happier that Chevelle picked you.” Marla hugs him.
Everyone else in the family swarms him with a big welcome. Once Cam is out from the middle of everyone, he pulls me into his side.
“This was cheesy,” I say. “At least I don’t have to be embarrassed because you were already a member of this family.”
Cam kisses me, and the room grows quiet.
“Okay, that’s just weird,” Fisher says. “I vote no PDA in front of the family.”
“Well, get used to it.” I fist Cam’s shirt and pull him to me again, giving him a big kiss.
The collective groans from my brothers make me chuckle against Cam’s lips.
My family is so odd, but they’re all mine.