“Hey!” I giggle as he comes down over me, kissing me deeply as he pushes just his tip inside me. I moan at his thickness and how well he always spreads me apart to fit him.
“I don’t want you to waste one drop of come. I’m going to stuff you so fucking full that you’ll be dripping my seed for days,” he saysbetween breaths. His teeth skate over my lower lip, and I whimper at his filthy words.
Cameron pushes his fat cock in agonizingly slow, stretching me out and making my pussy weep for him to fill me like he promises.
For a moment I think he’ll make me beg for the rough thrusts I know are coming, but he takes me by surprise when he lowers to my chest and sucks on my breast as he makes one ruthless, sharp drive into me and fully seats his dick inside. His tip kisses my cervix and the pressure draws a feral sound from my lips. I want to scream and let him hear how much his dick affects me, but I don’t want to get caught in here.
“It’s okay, baby.” He flicks my nipple with his tongue. “I know you want to cry out. Don’t worry, though. Soon we’ll have our own place, and you’ll be able to be as loud as you fucking want. We can fuck all day if we want to, or eat pizza and watch movies. Or fucking get day jobs or something. I don’t know what normal people do.” He chuckles softly into the crook of my neck.
I hum at the dream he paints as he pumps his hips into me, rutting and driving me to the brink of my orgasm.
“Day jobs, huh?” It comes out with a moan. He increases his thrusts, making my walls grip him harder in anticipation for all his come.
His hands come around my hips and he grabs me hard as he pounds into me so fervently I see stars, coming on his dick and making him groan like a dying man. Then his body stills and his cock pulses so deep inside me that it feels like he’s spilling into my womb. My head falls back as I bathe in the sensation of his length throbbing inside me. Cam lets out soft moans each time his hips lightly buck, and the sight of him coming undone because of me steals my heart away.
“So fucking perfect, Em.” He massages my lower stomachwhere his dick is just inches below, making a mess of me. “You are my end. I’ll follow you to the depths of hell if I have to.”
I stare at him beneath sleepy lashes, tracing those lovely, haunting eyes of his as he promises me forever.
“What if our story has no end?” I whisper. He gazes down at my naked and vulnerable body and brushes his fingers gently down my arm.
“Then endless we’ll always be. Gods if we must become, to no end. I declare it done,” he says in that dark, dreary way he loves to read his poetry in.
I lean up and kiss the wry smirk from his lips. “My poetic soldier. So out of place, yet you’ve never belonged anywhere else…except, perhaps, in my arms.” I press my mouth to his once more and he chases it, adorning me with love like I’ve always craved.
31
CAMERON
If there’sone thing Emery is good at, it’s transforming her griefs into fire. She could mold anger into a gilded spear and kill a man with that alone.
It’s already been over a week since Em stopped talking about Mikah. I know she still worries about what will happen to the rest of us, but she’s putting everything she has into training and doing what she can to be prepared.
It brings a smile to my lips and gives me hope. Because our reality is about to get a whole hell of a lot worse. Our time is edging closer to the last mission, and the weight of that has been heavy for everyone. Even Gage and Thomas, who still don’t know about Nolan’s order to kill us all.
I bring out my Zippo lighter and spark up a cigarette, blowing out smoke as Gage and Thomas jog by us during their morning routine. Part of me wants to tell Gage about our plan, but I’m too uncertain of where his true alliances lie. He doesn’t seem to sense anything is amiss, and if he does, then he isn’t showing it. Don’t evenget me started on Thomas. One whiff of what we’re planning and he’ll rat us out in a heartbeat to the lieutenant. It’s just who he is.
The thing that hurts me the most is how Erik seems so innocent in all of this. He still laughs with us and acts like nothing is going to happen. It stings, especially since I genuinely thought we were closer than that. It makes me hope that perhaps Emery had it wrong, and Nolan was speaking with someone else that night, because how could he be so fucking cruel? Maybe I never really knew him after all this time.
A storm of emotions builds inside me, one that takes me back to a time when I never could’ve fathomed that my mother would try to kill me. I narrow my eyes as I tap my cigarette and watch the ashes fall. It seems I only ever found parental figures that wanted me dead.
Lieutenant Erik steps out from the plane hangar and waves to get my attention. I glance at him and reluctantly stride over.
“Walk with me, Cameron,” he says chipperly. Erik is in his black tactical pants as usual, but he’s wearing his crisp officer’s jacket today with gold cuff links and badges. I raise a brow but don’t bother asking. I already know that he only dresses like this when Captain Bridger or Nolan are going to be in attendance.
“How is Emery?” he asks smoothly, lighting his own cigarette as we walk along the dirt path that borders the territory.
I take a deep drag from my cigarette before answering. “She’s all healed up for the most part.”
“That’s not what I was referring to.”
“Well, she’s certainly not about to call youuncleif that’s what you’re getting at.” I chuckle and try to enjoy these small moments for what they’re worth. Even if it’s fake, the comforting feeling is still there. I don’t see myself as a monster when I’m around Erik, he’s never treated me like one. He taught me everything I needed to know to survive.
Erik shakes his head with a short laugh. “I didn’t think she would, but does she resent me for not telling her sooner?” he asks and sounds remorseful about it.
My brows pinch together.Why would he care if he was going to just throw us away?
“No, I think she understands how complicated the situation was. By the way, howdidyou and Greg come to be such adversaries?”
