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Too high, it felt like.
How could I survive such a fall?
“Cam?”
“I know,” he gasped against my cheek. His mouth sought out mine. “Come with me, Ford. Don’t be scared of it.”
I kissed him back and dug my heels into the globes of his ass. My channel felt like it was on fire but I didn’t care. All I cared about was him fucking me harder and faster and deeper. As we both raced to the finish line, I heard him whispering things in my ear, but the roaring in my head was too loud to understand the words. It felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest.
“Cam!” I cried desperately.
Cam growled and then his hand reached beneath me to grab my ass. He shifted me just a little and this time when he slammed into me, it was like a rocket being detonated in my balls.
“Oh fuck, yes, Cam, fuck!”
He did it again and again. The best kind of agony ripped through my body as my release consumed me. Pleasure flooded every cell and every nerve ending as the orgasm tore me to shreds. Cam called my name and then he was shoving into me deep and hard and I could feel the muted heat of him inside me. His right hand grabbed my hip and held it hard as he tried to hold my body for the near-violent mating.
I didn’t know what else to call it.
We’d each been desperate to take our pleasure, but I knew we’d given it too. I believed in my bones that what had just happened between me and Cam was because it was me and Cam.
As Cam’s heavy weight collapsed onto me without any kind of finesse, I wanted to shout for joy. I wrapped my arms around him and threaded my fingers in his hair and forced him to kiss me.
Well, forced wasn’t the right word because even though he was clearly exhausted, Cam’s tongue happily met mine when I sought it out in his lush mouth. His body kept jerking now and then, setting off little bombs of delight within my own body. My ass felt like it was on fire but when Cam made a move to pull out of me, I held onto him. He seemed to understand my unspoken request and didn’t move.
We didn’t talk when he was finally forced to pull out of me, but we didn’t need to. I could feel everything he wanted to say to me in his touch, in the way he looked at me, in how he kissed me. I figured it was the same for him.
We fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. Daylight was filtering in through the window when I woke up the next morning. Cam was curled around me from behind and he had an arm wrapped around my waist. His soft breath was skittering over the back of my neck and I could feel his morning wood notched between the globes of my ass. I was about to turn over and wake him up in the most creative of ways when I heard a scratching sound at the door.
“Puddles,” I whispered. I instantly felt bad that we’d forgotten to check on the dog before falling asleep. I eased myself from beneath Cam’s arm and sat up. I pulled my pants on and was in the process of reaching for the doorknob when I noticed my phone flash with a new email.
But it wasn’t the email I was concerned about as the screen lit up. It was all the missed text notifications. I felt sick to my stomach as I reached for the phone and unlocked it.
I read through one message after another and once again felt myself reaching for the box in my mind as I accepted the proof that was right in front of me.
My parents were home.
Chapter 23
Cam
“Hey, wait up,” I called to Ford as I grabbed my coat and followed him out of Dallas and Nolan’s house. I wasn’t surprised when Ford tensed up a little as he stopped on the walkway. I also wasn’t surprised when he didn’t turn to face me or even look at me.
He’d been doing the same thing pretty much all week.
And it just about killed me every time, because I knew what it meant.
I was losing him again.
It had all started late Sunday night when he’d shown up at my house. He’d left that same morning before I’d woken up but there’d been a note taped to the lamp on my nightstand saying he needed to get home so he could get ready for work. The note hadn’t exactly been intimate, but I hadn’t thought much of it, especially since I’d been too physically and emotionally wrung out from the weekend’s events. When Ford had shown up Sunday night and thrown himself at me the second I’d opened the front door, I hadn’t even managed to get a word out. Not that I’d really cared since Ford had been too busy sucking my cock. Then we’d ended up on the floor in a tangle of limbs. I’d happily let Ford assume control, since he’d likely been sore from making love that morning. He’d fucked me slow and deep right there on the runner in my front hallway. After we’d both come, we’d gotten cleaned up and had lain in my bed watching TV for a little while. We’d talked, but most of the discussion had centered around me and what my childhood had been like, my job back in Detroit, and simple stuff like what kinds of books and movies I liked and what my favorite foods were. When I’d asked Ford some of the same things, I’d practically seen the emotional withdrawal. I’d thought maybe he was just unused to sharing personal information about himself, but when he’d disappeared in the early hours of Monday morning with another vague note, that little thread of insecurity inside me had begun to twist into knots.
