Silver tilts her head—a disapproving look on her gorgeous face. “I thought Jami was in charge of saloon operations tonight.”
“He is. That’s why I’m out here greeting his vendor.”
Silver laughs. “I’ll take care of that. You need to get yourself dressed for the party.”
She sweeps a hand to indicate my black leggings and dirty, old T-shirt, and I realize just how far behind schedule I am. Silver’s already decked out in a pair of light-wash jeans, a white V-neck top, a yellow long-sleeve velvet duster, and accessories to boot.
“You don’t mind? It should only take me an hour—”
“Take two.” She walks behind me and places her hands on my shoulders. “Now go.” With a little push, I’m on my way to Anderson’s house—or our house, as he keeps reminding me.
It wasn’t a difficult decision to move in together once we returned to camp. Why take space in a staff cabin when we both know we’ll be together every night? It seemed silly.
I walk through the living room to get to the main set of stairs when the downstairs guest-room door opens, and Anderson walks out already somewhat dressed. He rarely ever dresses up, but when he does, I get a little bit crazy inside at the sight of him.
His khakis fit him just right, hugging him enough to show off his sculpted ass and thighs. His white long-sleeve button-down is hanging open, exposing his toned front. His beard is freshly trimmed, so it’s a thick coat of fuzz drawing attention to lips I love to kiss. And his thick mane of brown hair is still wet from a recent shower, making his natural golden streaks shine in the overhead light.
I walk toward him and wrap my arms around his waist, noting the conflicted look in his eyes. “How is he?” My chest squeezes, knowing tonight has got to be hard for Anderson and Jami when Cayson is still in bad shape.
For three days after Cayson came out of his coma, he didn’t utter a single word before his eyes fell shut again in a deep sleep.
“Brain function will return, but there’s no saying by how much. Anything is possible. All we can do is allow him to rest, wait, and provide rehabilitation as time goes on.”
After that doozy of a diagnosis, with a few dozen medical terms added in, Anderson and his mom made arrangements for Cayson to be transported to Camp Bexley where he could be looked after full time. Between Anderson, Jami, Silver, and myself, we’ve been making it work, but hiring a full-time nurse was the best thing they could have done.
“Same.” Anderson speaks quietly while darting a glance over his shoulder.
I look over Anderson’s shoulder to find the sweet silver-haired nurse checking Cayson’s feeding tube. She’s been a godsend in the last few days she’s been here.
“He was awake for a bit, but he looked so confused.” He shakes his head. “I feel so bad for him. I’m sure Camp Bexley is the last place he wants to be.”
I tilt my head and squeeze him tighter. “You don’t know that. Cayson didn’t leave here because of your father or what happened to Ty. The way you and Jami make it sound, Cayson wanted an epic adventure.”
Anderson’s frown deepens. “He found one all right. I just want to know that he’s making progress.”
“He’s out of the coma. That’s huge. Give him time.”
Anderson nods. “You’re right.” He narrows his eyes. “You’re always right.”
I smile and tug him away from the door and toward our bedroom on the other side of the house. “Tonight will be a good distraction for everyone. Cayson is in good hands with Nurse Margaret, Jami’s got his hands full at the saloon, Silver’s running around helping out wherever help is needed, and you’ll have me by your side.”
He stops me in the doorway and leans me against the frame. “Right”—he kisses my nose— “where you”—his lips slide to the corner of my mouth—“belong.” Our mouths move together as he holds me close. All the while, I’m tugging him into the room until we’re collapsing on the bed, our lips never parting. “I should get out there.” He groans when my palm slides over his chest. “Or I could stay.”
I giggle and shake my head. “No, you should go. I need a shower anyway.”
Not even his sweetest plea can stop me from dashing into the shower to cleanse myself of the sweat and dirt after a long day of work. He’ll thank me later. I take my time under the hot water, feeling grateful for everything that led me to where I am today. For the first time in my life, my home isn’t just a temporary place where I spend each day trying, hoping, and praying I’ll be accepted. Camp Bexley is my forever home. And I’ll never change a single event that led me to this place where I’ve gained such conviction for that fact. No regrets.
When I’m done with my shower, I wrap myself in a towel and walk back out in the bedroom to get to the closet. I stop in my tracks when I see Anderson still lying on the bed, shirt still unbuttoned and eyes closed while he takes deep breaths. I smile and lean over him, tapping his bare chest gently. “Hey, sleepyhead. You’ve got a party to get to.”
Anderson stirs and gently peels open his eyes. “God, you’re a beautiful sight to wake up to. Have I ever told you that?”
“Only every single morning since we’ve been home.”
He smiles and grips my arm. “Come here.” He pulls me on top of him.
I gasp as the towel falls around me. “I’m still wet.”
His gaze becomes hooded as he takes in my naked body. “Not wet enough.” He sits up, meeting me halfway in a kiss that sends my pulse racing.
Arms tighten around my waist while he thickens at my center. I rub myself against him, desperate for every inch of him to be buried deep inside me. “Your pants will be soaked.”
My tone must give away how unconcerned I am for the fabric I want to remove because he chuckles and begins to take off his shirt.
“Maybe they’ll dry by the time we’re done.” He tugs me to the side and lays me on my back before he stands to pull down his pants and briefs.
His cock is hard as he grips it in his fist and begins to stroke it nice and slow. I watch him with shallow breaths, my attraction for this man unrivaled. He was once a lonely man, almost shy, with a deep passion reserved for his camp. Now, he’s no longer lonely, most definitely not shy, and his passion has primarily shifted to me.
He’ll get no complaints from me, especially at times like this when he grips me by my ankles, pulls me to the edge of the bed so my ass is almost falling off, and plants his mouth between my thighs. He’s like a hungry lion the way he pounces on me and takes me like he’d die without my taste on his lips. He’s relentless in his pursuit as his fingers dig into the sides of my hips while he pulls me deeper into his mouth. His tongue fucks my center, dipping inside, and then flicking against my clit until he sucks me clean into his mouth.
“Holy fuck,” I burst out, my eyes flying wide. My orgasm is building so fast that there’s no warning when I explode against him and convulse against his face.
“That was so hot,” he growls before climbing back on top of me and pinning me down with a kiss. His hard length pushes against my entrance once, twice, until finally breaking through the barrier on the third try.