“Fuck,” I groaned out, burying my face against his neck as I tensed. Waves of pleasure swept through me, and I shook through my orgasm, shooting into the condom. Hell, I wanted to be in him bare. I reached between us, grabbing his dick and yanking fast on his hot flesh. He yelled, spurts of cum splattering both our stomachs and chests.
He trembled against me, groaning. “Oh God.”
“No, just Camden will be fine.” I grinned down at him and slowly pulled out, hissing when my head slid past his tight outer muscle. Standing on shaky knees, I dumped the condom and turned back to him. “Shower, little rabbit?”
He frowned at me, shivering, and ran his fingers through the wetness on his belly. “Why do you call me that?”
I smirked. “I’m not telling you. Come on.”
* * *
The next morning, I was fucking sore. My body ached after another two rounds of rough sex that had left me with a scratched-to-hell back and a tired dick. I managed to pull on my pajama pants before I went downstairs for coffee, leaving Mark fast asleep and looking peaceful in my bed. Stumbling over to the coffee maker, I yawned so widely my jaw cracked.
“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” Liv’s jovial voice made me wince. It was too fucking early. What time was it anyway? Six? Seven?
I turned my head to see her walk through the door that led to the garage, the girls trailing behind her while arguing over the Nintendo Switch we’d bought them for Christmas last year. Blinking blearily, I frowned at my ex-wife. “What are you doing here? You knew I was going out last night.”
“I know, and I was curious who the man was.” She waggled her blonde eyebrows and brushed back her shoulder-length hair. Liv had always been beautiful—too beautiful for me—but we’d met young, and back then I’d thought being gay was unforgivable. I’d just been lucky I’d found a woman who understood me.
“Daddy!” Addy raced to me, and I heaved her up into my arms, cringing at the pain that resonated through my body after the multiple fuck sessions last night. Ellie wasn’t far behind her, latching onto my waist in a hug.
Liv chuckled and patted me on the back gently. “Who’re these from?”
Fuck. I’d forgotten I wasn’t wearing a shirt, and the sex tattoos were on display.
Footsteps on the stairs made me freeze, and Mark’s scratchy morning voice echoed through the house. “Is that coffee I smell? Please tell me it is.”
Liv smirked at me. God help Mark. Once she got her hands on him, there was no going back. I might have claimed him as mine, but she’d definitely make sure he stuck around.
4
Mark
Blearily I draggedmy stolen robe tighter around my body against the chill of the AC as I stepped down from the stairs to the main floor of the house. I didn’t feel too bad about the clothing theft, since Camden had taken a lot more than a damned robe from me last night, such as several unapproved bites out of my flesh—my shoulder and the nape of my neck still hurt when I moved them. Somehow he’d foiled my determination to run.
That last thing really stuck in my craw. What audacity that man had to fuck like a goddamned champion after he’d basically abducted me.
And I could say many things about Camden if pressed, but he was also hot, and knew how to fuck. Apparently all of my common sense had emptied from my body along with the cum from my balls. The manpurchasedme for a night of messy sex. He was as much of a degenerate as Ross Midberry. I scowled. Fuck, I still enjoyed Ross’ company, and I kept answering questions for him while he navigated having a real job, for once in his life.
I’d have to examine all of my life choices after I had some caffeine.
I still wasn’t quite sure why I’d agreed to sleep with Camden, except for the fact that my cock had stiffened in his presence faster than human decency could comprehend. I had no idea what was wrong with me, but how often did men like him tell me they wanted to fuck me? Never, that was when. The scent of coffee doggedly coaxed me along through the dining room toward the kitchen. The cool wooden floor was nice under my feet, and the AC chugging along reminded me that the summer air was probably already getting awful outside.
Vaguely, I recalled this level of the house from arriving last night, but at the time I’d been preoccupied and hadn’t been focused on the classic wooden furniture and sturdy family-style table that took up the center of the room. I nodded to myself, and my estimation of Camden lifted. His house told me he was a solid man. Maybe last night was a one-time aberration?
Yeah, and maybe pigs can strap on jetpacks and fly, too.I snorted at myself and walked faster. “I could really use about ten cups,” I called. The sound of small feet approaching from the kitchen confused me into slowing, and then a tiny girl with long blonde braids and a red-checkered sundress stood before me and halted my progress. For no good reason I could determine, she had a strip of tape across her upper lip, resembling a mustache, and she clutched a stuffed shark and blinked up at me. I stared down at her while the gears in my brain turned and produced a puff of smoke. My mind refused to compute what this child might be doing here.
“Who are you?” she asked, and I almost wanted to stomp my foot because she’d stolen my question.
“It’s very rude to ask adults things without bringing them a cup of coffee,” I fired back.
She tilted her head, and I was mesmerized by her huge brown eyes. They were so bright and glistened. I’d never seen anything so perfect. This seemed like a trap of some sort, and I backpedaled, but she followed, and I stopped again.
“ ’Kay, but who are you?”
There was a deep chuckle from the kitchen doorway, and I glanced up to see Camden leaning a shoulder against the wooden frame. His head almost brushed the beam across the top, and I swallowed hard as I got a look at his broad bare chest. He was obviously not worried about being half naked in his own house, and the pajama pants he wore were family friendly, but the muscles he had under them weren’t. Mainly because I couldn’t stop imagining him without the clothes. My mouth went dry. He stepped forward and handed me something. I almost cried when I realized they were two painkillers, and happily tipped the pills in my mouth. I chugged the water he handed me next, then passed back the empty glass.
“Thank you. That was thoughtful,” I said.
