25. Everett
Chapter 25
Everett
I t's been two days, two fucking days, since I've seen Cameron, and it's killing me. Wednesday morning, I woke up with her in my arms and kissed her from head to toe until she woke up, as I've done every morning since she started sharing my bed. It's the only way I ever want to wake up, but something felt different that morning, and I hate that I didn't see then what I think I know now. She found her limit, and now she's drawn her line. At dinner, she told me I was her forever. She asked how we moved forward, and I didn't have an answer. I still don't have an answer. All I know is I can't continue with the status quo. It's breaking me.
Thursday was the first day of our tournament, and I missed it because I had to close an important deal with one of our government contractors at the firm. I tried to return to the stadium in time to catch the second game, but it was too late. Before leaving, I went to my office and ran back the security footage in the team shop. Cameron wasn't on it. She didn't come to work yesterday, and she's not here today. The only reason I haven't completely come unhinged is because, while I haven't seen her and I don't know where she is, she has been responding to my texts. It's those texts that were my lifeline tonight as I helped coach the team to a victory that sealed a seat in tomorrow's bracket.
I usually run over plays with Teague and Denver right after games to get a rough picture of how we will stack the lineup for the next game, but right now, my goal is to ensure I get to the team shop before Stormy leaves. I'm sure she knows exactly where Cameron is, and because I know she's been lying and keeping secrets, extracting Cameron's location from her will be easy.
I'm picking up my duffle bag when a voice I'd know anywhere says, "You guys looked good out there tonight."
Dropping my bag, I turn just as Connor walks up behind me. "Con, what are you doing here?" I say, pulling my son in for a hug.
"I came to watch my dad bring home a win for my team."
"How long have you been here?"
"I got here at the bottom of the fifth." He nods back toward the announcer's booth. "I watched from the office. I didn't want to distract you or the team." Leaning up against the fence, he adds. "And watching from up there was a whole different experience. I can't believe this place is mine. It doesn't feel like that long ago I was out there dreaming of making a career out of baseball, and now I'm not only living it, I'm helping other kids do the same."
"It's no secret I wanted to hand over Callahan instead, my hand slides around to the back and I pull them down. I want to feel the weight of her bare cheeks pressed against my groin as I bury my cock inside of her. "But right now, I'm going to need you to be quiet. I'd rather not have Connor find out about us while I'm buried balls deep inside of my girl." My tip nudges her entrance, and she arches her back deep, where I run it through her lips, unable to hold back the hiss that escapes my mouth when I feel her juices coat my cock. "I fucking love how wet you get for me, sunshine." I nip the shell of her ear before sliding in with one long, deep pump. This position is new to me, and it feels very intimate. While she's been in my bed every night since the first, the way I'm holding her tight against my front as I pump into her in long, slow, teasing strokes is more. With every thrust, I hold her tighter as I pull her down on my cock and dive deeper. I can't get deep enough. I'll never get deep enough until she's mine the way I want her to be, and maybe not even then.
"Ev, stop," she whispers.
I freeze. "Fuck, baby, did I hurt you?" I was so lost in her I drowned out the rest. "Did I grip you too tight?"
"No, shh… it's none of that. You're shaking the bed too much." She kisses the back of my hand. "Let me ride you."
I feel my cock twitch inside her. That's one position we haven't done yet. I've been too greedy, eating her sweet pussy, and tossing her around my bed. "As much as I'd fucking love that, I'm not sure you bouncing up and down on my cock is the solution."
"I'll go slow," she says as she slips her shorts all the way off before pushing me flat on my back, throwing her leg over my hips, and straddling me. My hands glide up her soft thighs as her hand grips my cock, and she lines me up with her entrance. She slides down my shaft, and the sound of her wet pussy taking me in seems like it echoes off the entire trailer. It's so fucking hot, I want nothing more than to slam her down on my cock and hear it over and over, but we can't. Her eyes widen as she leans down, her mouth hovering over mine. "Sorry."
I grab her ass hard, making her stifle a whimper. "Never say sorry when I'm making you feel good. I want to hear that sound every day for as long as I fucking live."
She grinds her clit against my pubic bone. "You're so deep like this." She starts to rock against me, and her pretty mouth pops open as her eyes roll back. "Mmm," she softly moans as I feel my tip rub against her cervix. Knowing what I'm touching and how deep I am has my mind going places it shouldn't.
"Take your shirt off. I want to see you," I say to steer my mind away from the innate desire to do something else.
She continues to rock against me as she pushes up and slowly pulls the baggy T-shirt off over her head. My hand instantly flies to the back of my mouth, and I bite down hard. The room is drenched in moonlight, and she looks like a goddess. Her pale skin practically glowing, perky tits full with the weight of her arousal, and with my cock buried deep inside her. I feel my balls start to pull up tight. She's too perfect.
"Come here," I say. She leans down, and my mouth immediately latches onto one of her nipples, and her pussy clenches me hard. I nip and suck, twirling my tongue around the nipple before repeating the move on the other breast.
"Fuck, sunshine, is this it for you? I am it for you?"
"You've always been it for me. I've just been waiting for you to see it."
My hand grips her neck, and I pull her forehead to mine. "I've always seen it." Her eyes are locked on mine as she rides me harder. Our mouths are inches apart, our breaths ragged as we both teeter on the cusp of coming, neither wanting this moment to end. It's raw and exposed. It's fucking perfect. "Let go, sunshine. Come with me."
Her lips cover mine, and I swallow her moans of ecstasy as I shoot ropes of cum deep inside her as we fall apart.
I don't know what time it was when I snuck back into the recliner. Cameron fell asleep on top of me, and the last thing I wanted to do was leave her side. I only want to wake up in her arms for as long as I live, and I plan to do exactly that, but first, I need to tell my son. I'm not sure how it happened, but Connor woke up before me, and somehow, I didn't stir awake. Not even the smell of coffee brewing woke me. Instead, it was my girl, trying to quietly slip into the bathroom without waking anyone. With a cup of coffee in hand, I head outside in search of Connor.
"How long?" he questions the second I'm beside him. "And before you try to lie, save it. I know what sex smells like, and seeing as how I know I didn't get any last night, I know it was you and Cameron."
Well, that's not how I saw this conversation starting, but there are worse ways it could have. "When I came home from Boston."
"Nothing happened before that?"
"Not physically, no. But if I'm being honest, I started looking at her differently years ago."
He nods. "Does she make you happy?"
"More than anything," I stop myself from saying more. I want to tell him everything, but I know that suspecting something and finding out it's true are different pills to swallow. "Are you upset?" I honestly can't tell. It's another reason I was disheartened when he chose to chase his dreams. With a poker face like his, he would have made a damn good lawyer.
"I am, but not for the reasons you think. I like Cameron. I'll admit, she wasn't my favorite person for a while, but that's more on me for making assumptions. She may have been around for years, but her moving in and the timing of yours and Mom's divorce wasn't a good look. I'm not saying anyone else saw it that way, but I did." He shrugs. "I didn't know how much you always protected Mom, and I think once I found out the truth, I felt even worse about how I acted. I was selfish and didn't know how to rewind. I couldn't take back things I said."
I squeeze his shoulder. "You're my son. There is literally nothing in this world that I wouldn't do for you. You could mess up daily for the rest of your life, and my door would never close."
He turns to me and gives me a hug. It feels like we've finally turned the corner. "Dad, if Cameron makes you happy, I want that for you. You deserve to find happiness. I would never stand in the way of that."
I'm flying high. I got my son, I got my girl, and then the sound of cars coming down the gravel road reminds me I'm standing beside a lake on the site where Cameron plans to build a house—her house. It's about time we had that talk.