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The speed with which Cam moves leaves me suddenly chilled, a moment of abandonment while he gathers the necessary supplies. I whimper at the way my body responds to the lack of contact, crowd against his back and hold him. His muscles ripple beneath my chest, his shoulders bunch and extend as he reaches into the drawer, withdrawing what we need.
We haven’t talked about our preferences, but I’m vers. It makes no difference to me whether he fucks me, or I fuck him, and I’ve gotten the impression that Cam is the same. When he presses the condom into my hand, his eyes dark with need, I’m more than happy to comply.
“Next time, you can do the honors,” I say, and he nods.
Despite my desperation, my rapidly growing desire, I force myself to take my time as I prep him, using my tongue and fingers to open him until he’s writhing beneath me, so needy for my cock, he’s begging me with a string of whispered, “Please, Ty, please. Fuck me.”
I sheathe my cock with the condom, slick myself with the lube, grateful for the slight dulling of sensation because otherwise, I might come before I get inside him, and that would be a tragedy. Parting his legs, I draw them over my shoulders, exposing his hole as I guide myself to him.
As the tip of my cock touches that most intimate of places, I pause, lean over Cam and look him in the eyes. He stares up at me, his expression open and trusting.
“You’re beautiful,” I say.
“You are, too, Ty,” he answers.
I sink into his body, moving slowly until I’m fully seated, then I pull out and thrust back into him with a groan.
“Oh, fuck, Ty,” Cam breathes.
“Yeah,” I say. “You okay?”
The smile he gives me is incredible. “Completely. Now fuck me.”
So, I do. We find our rhythm, and I balance my weight on my arms, my hips snapping forward, aiming for that sweet spot deep inside Cam’s body. When I find it, his eyes go wide, and his mouth opens on a silent scream. I take hold of his cock, and all it takes are a couple of strokes before he’s spilling into my hand, his voice ringing in my ears, his hands on my ass pulling me deeper inside him as his hole closes around my cock. The heat, the tightness and friction, the feel of Cam’s orgasm tips me over the edge, and I come with a shout of my own.
We come down slowly, our bodies tingling with the aftershocks of our respective climaxes. When we get too cold, we slip under Cam’s covers. He holds me, his chest against my back, our hands entwined over my heart, and kisses my shoulder. It’s a feeling I definitely want to get used to.
Cameron
two years later
“Cam, get a move on, the Lyft’s going to be here any minute.”
Marney’s voice carries through my house, finding me in my bathroom as I stand before the mirror trying to tie my blasted tie. I keep screwing it up, probably because of my nerves. Fortunately, Marney appears in the doorway and takes pity on me. She undoes my pathetic excuse for a bow tie and starts all over.
“I don’t know why you guys opted for tuxes,” she says as she does her magic on the scrap of fabric.
I raise an eyebrow at her. “Have you seen Ty in a tux? He’s gorgeous.”
Marney smiles but shakes her head. “You think he’s gorgeous no matter what he’s wearing. Or not wearing.”
“I’m not going to argue with that.”
She steps back from me and turns so we can see each other in the mirror, standing side by side. “I’m so happy for you, Cam,” she says, her eyes filling with tears she refuses to shed. “Goddammit.” She reaches for the toilet paper, unspools a wad of it and dabs at her eyes. “I am not going to arrive at your wedding looking like a fucking raccoon.”
With a laugh, I hug her. “Then we should get going.”
I follow her out of the bedroom Ty and I have shared for over a year and a half now, and down the hallway to my front door. Marney collects my keys from the entryway table, and I ignore the jury duty summons that arrived on Friday. Because of course it did. I have no doubt I’m scheduled to report during the middle of my honeymoon since we opted to wait until April to go rock climbing in Joshua Tree. I’m not opening the summons until next week after I get a chance to enjoy my husband.
I take a glance into the former sitting room, which is now my office and Ty’s, though he uses it more than I do since he was able to become full-time with his webcomics. Undercover Ops got optioned for a live action movie, and he’s now in negotiations now for a script based on his fantasy series based on the fae prince character he still won’t admit is based on me even though we both know it is.
Marney checks her phone as we step onto the front stoop, and I close the door behind us. “We’re looking for a black Tesla,” Marney says. “Ah, there he is.”
It only takes us about fifteen minutes to get to City Hall, but I feel like it takes a lifetime before I’m walking up the stairs and into the rotunda with its huge, vaulted ceiling and sweeping staircase. Ty isn’t visible, but that doesn’t worry me. We agreed to go with tradition and not see each other on the day of the wedding until he makes his entrance.
I take hold of Marney’s hand and give it a squeeze. “Thank you for being my best human,” I say.
She laughs. “I would never have forgiven you if you hadn’t asked me.” With a kiss on the cheek, she excuses herself and makes a beeline for Iris.
