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CHAPTER NINETEEN
He smoothed his T-shirt down his body and treaded down the stairs in quick steps. The cold hardwood bit into the soles of his feet, making him miss the warmth of Adri’s body from just minutes ago. They’d dragged themselves upstairs and barely made it through the door before he was inside her, surrounded by her warm pussy. She was tighter around him than the baseball glove he’d barely taken off in ten years.
Cameron smiled. He had made her his again, claimed her with every pound of his hips. He hurried along. He needed to get back to her butfirst hehad to check on Bron. Even though Lux had texted them that Bron was okay and would sleep with her aunt, Adri wanted to come down and check. He had a feeling that if Bron asked her to stay, Adri wouldn’t come back to his bed tonight. He couldn’t risk that, so he came down instead.
He had plans for them tonight. Big, thick, messy and moaning plans.
Chase stepped out of Lux’s room and close the door behind him. He put a finger to his lips, spotting Cam. “She’s knocked out. I carried her up and Lux laid next her.”
“Okay,” Cam said. “Thank you.” He also sent a million silent prayers to his lucky stars. He turned to head back, his mind already in Adrianna.
“Wait,” his brother called out.
Cam shook his head. Whatever Chase had to say would have to wait until the morning because the semi-hard on pressing against his sweatpants was intent on making a beeline for a heavenly cove. Chase probably wanted to tease him and he didn’t have time for that. Nothing was getting in the way of him and Adri anymore.
“Cam.”
It was the bite in his brother’s voice that stopped him at the foot of the stairs. He turned around and Chase came to meet him there.
“I hate to do this right now because I know you’re finally getting time alone with Adri, but remember that girl I used to see? The one that worked for theAssociated Press?”
Cam scratched the back of his head. “Can this wait—"
“She texted me. She had a tip. The two rag papers are running stories about you and Bron.”
Cam’s heart sledgehammered into his sternum. “What?”
Chase shook his head. “Barron Lyons is not the only one that overheard your story today. The headlines talk about how the Ace of the Emperors has a love child he kept from the media.”
“Fuck.” This wasn’t good. They didn’t need a media shit storm when they were trying to get a house, make plans for a life together, and he hated to think of any of this affecting Bron. The New York media was vicious and unrelenting.
“She told meThe Big Apple Postis pursuing an interview with mother—”
“No, she needs to keep her mouth shut.” God only knew what his mother would tell the press about Adri and Bron and he wouldn’t fucking allow that. “Chase, I need you to do me a favor. Go to see Marilyn and make sure she doesn’t grant them an interview. Please do it now. I’ll go talk to Adri. As long as they don’t have names, that should buy us some time.”
Chase nodded. “We should have some time still. They don’t have photos and mother probably took a pill so she is not awake.”
“Double check and wait for her to wake up. Tell her I will cut her off without any pity if she talks to anyone. Make sure Walter knows that too. I will stop paying the house bills and make sure they get kicked out onto the street.”
“Maybe you should send Adri and Bron back to Baltimore right away, so they’re not here for the bullshit tomorrow,” Chase said.
Cam’s stomach knotted. He didn’t want to be away from them. Would Adrianna think he was trying to shake them away? And what about Bron? He should have known shit would just go wrong. It always did when he had two good hours.
But he had to protect them now even if things got a little hairy. “I think you’re right. I’ll go talk to her. Please head over to the house and make sure no one talks to the press.”
•••
Adrianna sighed and sat up on the bed. She had been given specific instructions not to move from the spot, but Cam was taking way too long. Bron was probably wide awake and had a million questions. She pictured poor Cam trying to answer them fast so he could get back to the bed after what he called the seventh-inning stretch.
She smiled. The last two had been—her insides shuddered and her skin sang—greater than her memories. She had not been wrong, the flame scorched. She still needed more, so much more of him.
Which is why you need to get off this bed and go help him. Bron got overstimulated when she stayed way past her bedtime. She stepped off the bed and looked around for her dress. Her legs were a little bit stiff and there was asmall discomfort. She hissed, both at the pain but also the desire that sprang in her lower belly, remembering how it felt to have all of Cam sliding through her pussy, filling her to the brink, making her tremble and buck. He'd stretched her so good. So good. She couldn't wait for him to do it again.
She spotted the robe in his bathroom and decided to forgo the dress in favor of it. Then, changed her mind. Bron may ask her why she was in her father's robe and though she needed to explain these things to her, it was a long, delicate conversation. That was so not happening tonight.
She pulled the dress over her head when the handle clicked and the door opened.
"I know you told me not to move but I thought you may need my help getting her back to bed." She turned around and her next words froze in her mouth.
