“Are you sure?” Jesse steps forward, a pink touch growing at his cheekbones.
Archer hides his smirk under a rough rub of his jaw.
“Kid, you steal her away and I’ll have to kick your dad’s ass..”
Jesse looks embarrassed, but it gives way to elation when Annabelle steps forward to hug him. “Get your dad and Camryn to come visit. Jake’ll teach you guitar like he promised.”
“Don’t forget that Luca offered to take me for a ride on his Harley.”
I cast a look over Archer in an appreciation I hope he can read. My kids were in meltdown, digesting a level of guilt they’d easily drown in, all the while facing the fear of losing their dad and he gave them the one thing that could distract them.
Family.
He gave them his family, letting them know no matter what happened, they had a group of people that would turn up for them.
“Forever in your debt,” I murmur.
“Ain’t no such thing. Just don’t be so much of a stranger. Our family would love to meet you.” He looks around the room. “All of you.”
“You sure you don’t need a hospital?”
She stands from her position on my bed. “Nurse.” She points at her chest. “Civilian.” She points at mine. “I’m fine. I promise. I just want a shower to clean the stench of him off my skin.”
She takes two steps before I grab her arm, forcing her to look in my eyes.
“I’m not gonna cut, baby,” she assures me, reading me right. “He’s gone and that is in part to me. I don’t need to be afraid of him anymore. You built me up, Rocco. I don’t need pain to survive the day, I have something greater. I have you. I have love. For me. For you.”
I search her eyes for a lie, for an untruth that will see blood pouring from a handmade cut on her skin, but I see none.
Leaning forward, I touch my lips to her forehead before letting her go.
I’m spent. Mentally and physically fucking drained. I could sleep for a hundred years and still be tired, I’m certain of it.
We only managed to kick everyone out half an hour ago. Every single one of them too scared to leave us for fear they’d never see us again. In the end, I had to turn total cunt and tell them to leave before I used physical violence.
Jesse and Blake crashed out about an hour before that all went down. They haven’t moved an inch. I just checked on them and they’re snoring like two kids who are comfortable.
My chest expands in pride. My kids are comfortable. With me. In my fucking house. I’m not an idiot. I know we have a long path ahead of us. One that’ll be filled with bumps and scrapes and hurt feelings. But for tonight, they’re content and warm and safe and I feel like the greatest fucking dad in the world.
The bathroom door opens and I turn my head on the pillow.
She’s naked.
Completely. Fucking. Naked.
Skin wet.
Droplets of water racing down her body, tasting her skin in a way I’d kill to do.
Hair toweled dry, hangs around her shoulders, the ends tickling the hard cut of her nipples.
“Cami,” I warn, sitting up.
Legs thrown over the bed, I rest my elbows on my knees, taking in the sight of her before I make her get dressed.
We can’t. Not tonight. Not after what she’s been through.
“I’m wet,” she tells me quietly.
“There’s a towel.” My voice cracks as I speak, and I clear my throat, pointing toward the bathroom.
A grin slides across her lips that is full of promises I ain’t ready to accept.
“Not that kinda wet, baby.” Her hand cups her pussy, sliding back and forth. “Wet.”
Head tipped back, I groan. The sound stripped bare, kinda like my control.
“I’m desperate.” She steps closer, her hips swaying with a little too much temptation for me to watch.
I close my eyes.
“I’m miserable,” she says, kneeling in front of me. “It’s all I can think about. All I want. I’m going crazy.”
I move to stand.
“Rocco.” Her hand pushes against my cock. It’s so hard, it’s ready to burst through my jeans. Her words pumping blood to it with every whispered syllable. “Please.”
I growl, unsure what to say or do.
“I’m ready,” she promises.
I move to argue, but her teeth bite into her lip, head shaking to silence me.
“I need you. I have so much energy coursing through me right now and I need a release. I need to feel you. I need you to touch me. To taste me,” she moans, massaging the crotch of my jeans. “Baby, I’m not just begging, I’m crying for you to fuck me. Love me, Rocco. Show me how hard you love me.”
“I won’t be able to control—”
“I don’t want you to,” she cuts me off, unbuckling my belt.
I make no move to stop her.
“I don’t want you to be gentle.” She slides my zipper down.
A soft moan escapes from her lips when she sees the outline of my cock through my boxers.
“I dreamt about you, about this.”
“Tell me,” I grit out.
“You bent me over my bed.”
“Mm,” I encourage her to continue as her fingertips trace the line of my dick through the material.
“God,” she groans. “You fucked me so hard, Rocco. So. Hard.”
I don’t know if she’s talking about her dream or my actual cock right now. Either way, I’m a goner.
Her two index fingers slide along the waistline of my boxers, teasing me. “You bit my nipples. You slapped my ass, my pussy. Fuck. I came so hard.”
Boxers pulled down, the heavy weight of my cock falls out, my crown a breath away from her lips.
“And then I woke up.” She looks up at me, her tongue poking out to brush along the slit of my dick. “And I was so sad. And horny.” She nods, sucking the head of my cock between her beaten up lips. “So fucking horny,” she mumbles.
Unable to take it any longer, I lift her under her arms. My cock hits her stomach and I step into her, trapping it between the two of us.
“Challenge fucking accepted.”
Arms thrown over my shoulders, she kisses my lips.
Hands gripping her hips, I lift her easily. Like her arms, her legs wrap around me, until every inch of her body is pressed against mine.
Slamming her back against the closest wall, I grip the base of my cock, my free hand slamming against the wall. She’s pinned between me and the plaster, unable to move.
I tease the head of my dick against her clit. Over and over again until she’s grinding against me, mewling, begging for me.
Please, Rocco.
Fuck me.
Inside.
Baby. I can’t take it.
Oh God.
Lifting her onto the tip of my cock, I let her balance there.
She shifts, trying to drop down, but I keep her just out of reach.
“Tell me you love me.”
“I love you,” she rushes out at the same time I impale her on my cock.
Hand over her mouth, I muffle the scream that would shatter my fucking windows.
I could come right now. My cock throbbing like thunder inside of her. Cracking with the need to split open and spill inside of her.
“Fuck, Cami.”