“I think that part of you knew you’d never be able to keep me from loving you,” I say as I unzip his jacket.
His body is covered in purple bruises, welts, and cuts. Some are even still bleeding and look sore. I know he can’t feel them anymore, but he did when he received them, and that knowledge alone is enough to break my heart. He delicately presses the pads of his fingertips to my reddened shoulder blades, then adorns soft kisses over each place I know there are significant marks from my own torture.
“I’m going to kill every last one of them,” Cam vows with a hushed tone.
“We’regoing to,” I murmur.
Though I wonder if that includes getting rid of Reed. As much as I despise him right now, Reed is my only friend from childhood.The only person who grew up with me and became as corrupt as I had. Well, arguably more wicked.
He did help us get out too.
I just wish he would’ve included me in on whatever his plans are.
I’m eager to hear what Cameron has to say about him tomorrow, but for tonight I’m ready to wash up and get into bed. It will be the first time in two days that I’ll get to sleep in comfort.
Cameron guides us over to the shower and lets the water run until it’s warm. I reach for the new bar of soap, but he snags it from my hands and gives me a wry grin as he gently lathers my skin for me. I normally don’t enjoy people doing things for me, but this is intimate, and I find myself leaning into his affection.
I shut my eyes and press my back against his chest. His hands are slick and warm as he massages the soap into my skin. It smells like pinewood and mixes with his natural birch scent. I let out a small sigh at the comfort it brings me. Cam wraps his hand around my neck and tilts my head back as his lips meet the tender flesh of my throat.
A breathy moan escapes my lips as his teeth skate over my skin. He smooths his hands down to my breasts, lathering and palming them until I’m melting into his form. Cameron groans when I press my ass out and his erect cock slides between my thighs.
His lips move to my shoulder as he kneads one breast while his other hand slowly shifts down to my center. He begins to pump his hips and fucks my slit. Another moan rolls up my throat.God, how I’ve missed his attention.His fingers are more slippery with the soap, and it feels so fucking good on my clit as he rubs me there teasingly while his fat cock throbs eagerly between my legs.
I whimper in defiance when he pulls away to continue ensuring my entire body gets equal attention.
He chuckles. “Patience, love. I’m not going to let you go unsatisfied.” He scrubs my legs and back with gentle hands beforeshampooing my hair and tenderly untangling the mess Reed let the guards make of it.
“Can I tell you something embarrassing?” I ask as I draw circles on his broad chest. His eyes are fixed on the task at hand and only flick down to my eyes for a moment before he grunts. I smile at his focus and trace the scar running down his chest as I murmur, “I had a sex dream about you before we left for the mission.” My cheeks bloom with heat. It’s so stupid to be shy about it, but the way his hands pause for a millisecond before continuing to untangle a few strands makes butterflies flutter in my stomach.
“I knew it.” His voice is gravelly.
I flinch. “What? No you didn’t!” I laugh, cupping some water and splashing it into his face. He shuts one eye and laughs, like really laughs, and it’s my absolute undoing. I haven’t heard him laugh like that in such a long time. He deserves a life where he laughs like this every day. We both do.
Cam sucks his lower lip in and bites down on it, nodding with a brow raised. “I could tell you were having naughty thoughts about me because you have this habit of rubbing your sweet thighs together and you get the cutest blush over your cheeks.”
“Cam!” I burst into laughter.
He lifts his shoulders before letting them drop lazily, the smuggest grin I’ve ever seen splayed out across his lips. I memorize this moment since it’s so rare. And as Cameron rinses out my hair and washes his own after, I find myself wishing for a future in which we end up free of this underworld. Both the one he was created in and mine. I wish for memories that I don’t have to catalog and hold on to for dear life because they might be our last.
I crave happiness like this with him for the remainder of time.
“What?” he asks, narrowing his eyes playfully at me because he caught me staring. He shuts off the shower and hands me a towel.
“Nothing,” I lie, smiling and drying myself off.
“Liar.”
I shrug and wink at him as I move to the sink to finish up my night routine. I’m just glad they have a whole box of brand new toothbrushes for the people who end up passing through here.
After we finish up and get dressed in the spare long-sleeved, mundane-gray clothing they have on hand, Cameron leads us back to his room.
There’s only one queen bed in the center. Plain beige sheets and cement floors that match the walls with no windows. This feels like a prison, but at least it’s private unlike the barracks back at the base.
A breath of surprise leaves me as Cameron comes up behind me and nudges me toward the bed.
“Are you trying to insinuate that I stay?” I say with a wide smile.
Cameron grins and lifts a brow. “Scared to?” he taunts. His eyes are hooded and filled with lust.
