I reached for my jeans, which had landed on the edge of the bed, and pulled out my wallet, then a condom. Wordlessly, I twisted off the silver bead and removed the piercing from the tip of my cock.
“What are you doing?” she asked, still staring at my fingers as I rolled on the condom.
“It can rip through latex,” I explained. The act interrupting our passion could have been a mood killer, but fuck if the entire exchange wasn’t hot as hell.
Once I was sheathed, I laid her back, now searching her face for any signs that meant she wasn’t still with me. All I received was a confident stare-down just before she nodded.
When I skimmed my fingers over her, she opened herself up and raised her hips. Her mouth gaped when I slid a finger inside her. She felt so warm, so tight. I needed to feel her wrapped around my cock.
I withdrew my finger and slid it into my mouth. “Sweet as sugar,” I announced while watching her chest rise and fall. “Addicting, but I’ll save that for later, because I need to take you, Camilla.”
I took a moment to memorize her expression. She met my rapt attention and then nodded a second time for my benefit, prompting me to shift so my cock was poised at her entrance. While mesmerized by the glimmering in her irises, I eased into her pussy one slow inch at a time. An unexpected hiss escaped me as she sucked me in.
Once my balls met her ass, I wasn’t prepared for the instant surge of pleasure that shot straight through me. Her moans served as an accelerant to an already molten connection. With each flex of my hips, I fucked myself over because I knew fucking Camilla had just become a new addiction.
Chapter 28
Camilla
I really didn’t sleep well. It wasn’t because of the sexy rock star in my bed… although I haven’t had a man in my bed, well, ever. Victor and I were more of a sneak-around kind of couple.
The lack of sleep was because my mind wouldn’t stop visualizing my time with Trey. Although we made love only once, it’d been perfect. The limit of my expertise in the subject was minuscule. After all these years, Trey still remained the second man I’d ever slept with.
Sure, my time with Victor had been sexually satisfying, but compared to the two times I’d slept with Trey, being with Victor would be like comparing a hamburger dinner to filet mignon. Not because of any sort of kinkiness… although I suspected Trey had many tricks in his back pocket regarding kink.
Last night had merely been two people coming together in an unsophisticated kind of way. Yet it meant so much more. The connection I’d had with Victor didn’t compare to the one that had developed with Trey in such a short amount of time.
In fact, afterward, he seemed shy as he held me with our naked bodies flush up against each other, casually chatting until his breathing evened out. The sweet cuddling was such a contradiction to the heavily tatted man bold enough to get his penis pierced.
I tried not to let disappointment take hold by not taking advantage of all the opportunities to have sex again. I also tried not to let my insecurities peck their way into my thoughts, mainly tainted with concern that he regretted what we did. But the man tracing soothing circles over my back and occasionally kissing my forehead showed no signs of wanting to run.
Needing to get to the Lairs’ for breakfast, showering together should’ve saved some time, but, knowing Trey, that would’ve been counterproductive. So instead, we showered and dressed separately before Alec came by to drive us into the city. During the ride, Trey held my hand while we talked about his music and how over the years it had served as a healing agent for his battered heart. He admitted he hated the fame but felt like a prick complaining about it when it had given him so many spoils in life.
I confessed I had most of DL’s songs on a playlist that I loved listening to. Of course, I kept to myself that of late I often watched video clips of Trey performing live while alone in my bed.
When Alec pulled up in front of the Lairs’ building, I wasn’t sure what had my heart bucking in my chest. Maybe, now that we were away from the little bubble we’d spent our time together in, I was worried about how this new thing between us would play out in public. And just before he opened the door, it occurred to me we hadn’t discussed how we would act, not only in front of his friends, but also in front of our daughter.
“Wait…” I said when he tugged on my hand to follow him. “I know we decided to take it slow, but I think we need to keep things platonic in front of Alivia.”
He considered my words and then nodded. “I agree.” Again, I chose to ignore the pinch of disappointment over how quickly he had conceded. Now wasn’t the time to stroke my ego.
And in a way only Trey could, he kissed my hand before tugging me into the building. A few seconds later, he punched in the required access code on the elevator keypad, and we climbed to the penthouse. Although the great room was empty, the first thing we heard when the doors opened was someone playing a song I recognized as DL’s on the guitar.
When I subtly pulled my hand from his, he looked down at me. “Is that Jack playing?” I asked.
“Probably Shane.”
“Shane?” I said in shock. “He’s amazing.”
“Yeah, the kid took to it immediately. In just over two years, he can practically keep up with me.” Assuming everyone was in the den listening to Shane, Trey placed a hand on the center of my back to lead the way. Sure enough, Shane was sitting on a chair playing his black electric guitar with his parents, siblings, and Alivia looking on with starred eyes.
Leila was the first to spot us. “Good morning,” she said with a brilliant smile, coming toward where we hovered in the doorway. In a tad lower voice, she asked, “How are you two doing?”
Trey narrowed his eyes and smirked. “We’re fine. When’s breakfast? I’m starving.”
“Trey.” He glanced at me with a What? expression.
“It’s fine, Camilla. I’m used to his rudeness.” Leila patted his face as a mother would a child. “Now that you’re here, you can come help me get started.” She snatched his hand while smiling victoriously. “Camilla, go sit and relax. We’ve got this.”
I couldn’t help but giggle over the dread written on his face as Leila tugged him toward the kitchen. With her back to me, Alivia had yet to realize I was there. I watched while she continued to stare at Shane in awe, swaying her little body to the music. Adorably, Siarra sat on the floor beside her, holding my daughter’s hand. Even Madden was captivated by his big brother’s performance.
“Next generation of DL,” Jack said when he came to stand beside me.
“He’s really good.” The pride on Jack’s face was unmistakable. “I can’t believe he’s only been playing for a few years.”
“He’s an amazing little boy. We’re blessed to have him in our family.”
With that, Shane strummed the final few chords, and the kids applauded. When Jack and I followed suit, Alivia twisted her head, saw me across the room, and came running over.
“Hi, Mommy.”
“Hey, sweetheart,” I said, squatting to accept a tight squeeze. “Did you have fun?”
She nodded eagerly. “So much fun.”