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We sucked and tasted each other’s mouths, spurred on by raw need. Two bodies straining toward pleasure. No calculation, no finesse. The feverish caresses were unending and intoxicating. Our grunts and sighs of pleasure filled the silent room.
I was as hard as I’d ever been, painfully aroused. The motion of her hips perfectly synced with the throbbing in my shaft. This was like making out in high school. Made better by the knowledge of what more could happen between us in the future. This prelude a taste of future pleasure. I groaned into her, the thought of sinking inside Cameron made my shaft throb.
My hands delved under her tank top, pulling it down and pushing her up so I could see and feel her gorgeous full breasts. The tits I’d dreamed about since that day by the pool. Her weight ground down on me. I panted like a freight train.
This was fucking perfect. She was perfect.
I filled my palms with her breasts and toyed with her nipples. The weight of them, the soft skin, was everything I had fantasized about. She tossed her head back and forth, my name falling from her lips over and over. Her eyes opened wide, and an expression between shock and desire transformed her face. I understood and shared the feeling. The last time I made out like this, I probably wasn’t old enough to buy a beer.
Why had I forgotten about how incredibly hot dry humping could be? Fuck. I shuddered, my balls tingling in anticipation. Her name ripped from deep in my chest, sounding like a curse.
“Wils, this feels so good.” She dug her nails into my chest and tipped slightly forward. Her pace increased. She scrunched her eyes closed and rode me hard, her tits bouncing with each gyration, dangling above my lips—tantalizing but out of reach.
“Show me how good you can make it.” I couldn’t get enough of her.
There were condoms somewhere in my bathroom kit, but there was no way in hell I’d give up the front-row seat to her orgasm to go find them. I wanted to see her come apart like this. I thrust up and pulled her hips down hard, mashing our fabric-covered sexes together. I promised myself that next time I’d be buried in her heat, feeling every wave and ripple as she came.
She screamed and shuddered as she exploded, head thrown back, the delicate line of her throat exposed, her pulse visibly throbbing under the thin skin. I pulled her down to me and sucked at the fluttering spot on her neck. The scent of her arousal filled my nose.
She had fallen over the edge and dragged me along with her. My stomach contracted hard, and I clung to her, driving my hips up off the bed. I came in my sweatpants like a dumbass teenager. It was one of the hottest sexual encounters I’d ever had.
I knew what made all of it so good was her. Something essential in her called me. Seeing her come apart was only the beginning. I wanted to discover everything sweet and sexy about her. The ways she liked to be touched, how she tasted, the sounds she made when I thrust deep inside her. I wanted all her seductive secrets, and I couldn’t wait to continue my exploration.
She relaxed into me, her hair a tangle around us. My limp arms slipped to the mattress. She was breathing hard, and on an exhalation, she giggled. She’d bundled ecstasy and happiness into that single glorious sound. My poor abused heart stuttered and almost gave out. I wrapped my arms around her and let the ripples of her amusement wash through us.
I kissed her neck, nuzzling as I spoke. “Cameron, it’s a good thing I’m a confident man, or I might take that laughter the wrong way.”
“No, it wasn’t wrong at all. It was lovely. Delicious.” Her purr of near-feline satisfaction made me preen.
“It’s been too long since I’ve made out with a girl like this.” I cupped her ass appreciatively.
“I can’t believe we did that.” She buried her head in my shoulder, and her infectious, addicting giggles returned. I’d never grow tired of that sound. It was carefree, light, and the utterly perfect sound to wake up to.
I rolled her off me and turned to face her. We shared a pillow. With my knuckle, I tipped her chin up to look at me. Her cheeks were bright red, and I knew it wasn’t sunburn. I’d put that blush on her face. My touch and what we’d shared.
I tugged the neck of her tank top up, smoothing my hand over her full breasts and down the soft swell of her stomach. I hated to cover up such beauty.
“That is an incredible way to wake up.” I dipped my head and sucked one of her shirt-covered nipples into my mouth, giving it a teasing bite. “But I need to go clean up.” Nothing sexy about the mess in my sweatpants.
Another giggle, and she covered her face with a hand, stealing a look at me through her parted fingers, her sapphire blue eyes glistening with an inner fire. She was trying to kill me. I’d go willingly to my fate.
Reluctantly, I left the bed and headed for the door, my bare feet slapping on the cool tile and a smile on my lips that felt goofy. Plans of what we could do after breakfast were already forming. Priority one: find the condoms. Priority two: get naked!
As I closed the bedroom door, the peal of her cell phone cut through the silence. I glanced at the window down the hall. Judging by the light, it couldn’t be much past eight in the morning. My bubble of excitement popped. Real life was on the other end of that call.
Her muffled hello was breathless from what we had done together. Good. No way that hadn’t rocked her world like it had mine.
When she kept talking, not cutting the call short, I got a sinking feeling in my gut that my morning wasn’t going to require me to find those condoms. And my gut was pretty darn accurate. Unfortunately.
Chapter 18
Cameron
“I can’t believe The Wilson Phillips agreed to come help.” Lara set out a tray of individually wrapped, home-baked muffins on the long folding table. She’d decorated the muffins with blue and gold sprinkles, the colors of her son Tyler’s little league team. The Bluebonnet Bisons had been invited to the state championships. But the only way they could go to the tournament was if the parents raised enough money to subsidize the trip.
Hence why Lara, Coach Colton (aka my brother, aka Sheriff Reid), and I were volunteering at the Elmer Arts and Oddities festival on a Sunday morning. The fact that Wilson had joined us was... startling. He didn’t have a reason to endure selling baked goods to the masses of tourists at the fest unless one counted this morning’s orgasm. So, I’d decided to count the orgasm. It had to be the motivating factor.
No man agreed to volunteer at a bake sale for a non-related tween’s sports team unless he was trying for sainthood or orgasms. The big question was, did I want to deliver the additional orgasms? I’d been asking myself this question all morning and had yet to come to a definitive answer.
