“So… what will I say to her?” He hooked his leg over mine, and I dragged him onto my lap. His plump ass settled snugly on my cock, which jumped under the sweet pressure.
“Whatever you want. Get it off your chest. Face your demons. I’m your wolf. I’ll protect you if I have to. I know there’s a sassy brat in you. I’ve seen him already. Let it shine. Don’t let her take that from you.”
His smile stole my breath. “Yeah?” He rubbed himself suggestively against me, and I smirked.
“Yeah.”
“And if I do this?” He grazed his lips over mine teasingly. “Will the big bad wolf blow me? I mean… blow my house down?” His grin was wicked. Mischievous prey.
“Oh, little rabbit, I’ll more than blow you. I’ll eat you all up.”
He gasped, and I grinned fiercely at him.
16
Mark
Nearby,annoying chimes sounded. I didn’t want to open my eyes. Screw that. The noise continued until I “harumphed,” and a warm, deep chuckle breezed into my ear. The tinkly music dragged on and was pure evil because the room was far too dark for an alarm to be sounding off.
But then Cam slid down my briefs and his slicked-up, fat cock eased into my ass. I moaned at the sensation of being slowly spread open, forgetting all about how I didn’t want to be awake yet. His strong arms tightened around my middle as he cradled me close to his large body. The scrape of his teeth on the nape of my neck had me squeezing hard on his cock as he entered me. He growled and sucked lightly on his mark—one of the many bruises I’d been doing my best to hide in the office. Pleasure zinged through my stomach and my cockhead throbbed as I pushed back against him to get more of his cock inside me.
“More,” I murmured, then cried out as he shoved his hips forward and pressed his groin tightly to my ass. The pleasure bordering on pain had me melting in his arms.
“Can’t get enough of you,” Cam murmured in my ear. Moaning, I leaned my head back against his chest.
“Missed sleeping with you yesterday. Missed waking up with you.”
We’d gone to bed exhausted last night after clinging together for hours. I hadn’t gotten anything as plebian as a blow job; he’d eaten my ass like a tasty treat until I was begging for his cock, and he’d teased my body until I was flying before he fucked me—twice. After dinner he’d let me talk about all the things that had bothered and scared me since we’d gotten together. He let me ramble until I had no more words to spill on the matter, and then I’d spent the evening more or less huddled on his lap with one of my new books because he didn’t want to let me go. He hadn’t pushed me to talk more than I could or told me I was ridiculous for being scared.
Vane and Jaxson pissed me off because they still seemed to think the auction was funny, but I could let that go now that Cam understood. They were my friends. Cam was my partner, and what he thought mattered a lot more at the end of the day, even though I worried about everyone who worked in the deputy mayor’s and mayor’s office. I’d even grown to care about Max.
We were a strange, dysfunctional family.
Cam jerked his hips forward, pulling me out of my thoughts as he struck deep in my body. I shuddered and ground my ass back against him while he rocked with me. We didn’t get in a big hurry, and he never flipped me onto my belly to power fuck me the way he sometimes did. He rocked his way to a sleepy orgasm. I could tell he went over the edge by the way he keened and shoved deep in my ass. In about the time it took him to sigh happily, he finished jerking me off at a lazy pace that had my heart racing when I shot my cum all over his fingers.
Gasping for breath, I tilted my head back to get a sloppy kiss from him. He held me for a while longer, but then his alarm went off again. With a disgruntled huff, he eased his thick cock out of my ass, and I whined as some of his cum dripped from my hole. He’d really filled me up, and I would have been happy to have him in there all morning.
“I have to get going,” Cam said warmly into the darkness. Then his lips were on mine again. I clung to him, not ready to let go, but eventually he laughed and brushed a hand over my cheek. “We’ll head over to the Courtesan tonight. Talk to Madam Winters. You’ll get all that stuff off your chest, and I promise you that you’ll walk out of there with me.”
He sounded so confident when he spoke that it shoved down my fear. Blinking into his eyes in the cozy semidarkness of my room, my heart squeezed. I wanted this to be all our mornings. “I’m not sure how you can possibly know that everything will be okay.”
“I do,” he insisted. “She’s good people… most of the time.”
I sighed, a bit angry he felt that way, but he’d known her a while. “Do we have to go?”
Time ticked away, too long when I knew he had to get ready for work, but after a bit he bopped his forehead lightly against mine. “No, we don’t, but I think we should. I’ll make sure she has time so we can do this right. I’ll get in contact with her today.”
Cam gave me another kiss that he lingered over, and then he was out of the bed. It made me feel cared for as he tucked the blankets back around me and didn’t turn on the light, using his phone to search around for his clothes instead. I smiled to myself at the small courtesy of not simply blinding me. Whatever else, Cam cared, and even if I never got an apology out of Madam Winters, that counted for a lot more. I rolled over to go back to sleep.
The problem was my brain had latched on to the nagging issue of what we were going to do later—visit the Courtesan—and it would not let the horrible prospect go. I ended up lying in bed staring at the ceiling until it lightened with the morning sunshine, and then I popped out of bed to go make coffee so I could stress properly. I got dressed and into the office in record time, figuring I’d burn my anxiety off at work. But it didn’t seem to matter what I did, a low-grade panic hung over everything at the office until I was almost going out of my mind at noon. I proofread a press release and sent it out before I picked up my phone.
Without consulting my brain, my fingers flew over the keyboard on the screen.
Miss you. Love you.
I stared at the text message. We hadn’t gone there yet, but after last night and the way Cam had really sat and listened to me ramble about all the things that had been knocking around in my head—and most importantly, without judgement, and without telling me I was overreacting or shouldn’t take it so seriously—I was definitely feeling more for him. I’d already been very fond of him.
I sent the text.
