“Not even my fingers.”
“Fuck, that’s so hot.”
He chuckles, adding a second finger.
“Right there,” I say when he hits my spot just right. “Yes, like that. Keep doing that.”
I grind against the couch as he fucks me with his fingers.
“You better not come,” he tells me.
“I won’t,” I promise him, but this feels too good to have him stop.
“I can’t believe how hard you make me.”
I smirk, knowing I’ll recall those words for the rest of my life. I love knowing that I can make him so hard, that I turn him on at all. That was always my biggest issue with him. You can’t help who you’re attracted to and no matter how close we are or were, if he doesn’t like my anatomy, then he doesn’t like my anatomy. Not much I can do about it.
But it seems I got lucky, because even though Austen has always claimed to be straight, I turn him the fuck on. Me, Cameron Scott.
“Are you ready for my cock, Cameron?”
Holy shit.
“Fuck yeah, I am.”
He pulls his fingers from me and climbs on the couch. I look at him over my shoulder, watching as he gets his dick lubed up andthen shifts forward. He looks up, catching my eyes and I grin at him.
“You’re so hot,” I tell him, making a show of looking at his body. He smiles back and it leaves me breathless.
“So are you.” He puts his hand on my head and shoves it down. “Now shut up so I can fuck you.”
Chapter Forty-One
Austen
Ten days. It’s been ten days since I showed up on Cameron’s doorstep, a broken man.
Lost. Since he came out into the rain and brought me home, where I belong.
It’s only been ten days, but it feels like an eternity. An eternity full of laughter, city exploration, perfect kisses, lazy mornings full of cuddling, and downright amazing sex.
But in two days, I have to leave.
I have to go home tomylife, or what’s left of it.
Savannah hasn’t texted or called me since I left, which says a lot.
A part of me thought after a few days she’d call to rub salt in my wounds, but she hasn’t even done that. Either she’s really swamped with work, or she doesn’t care about my feelings. I should probably accept it’s the latter, because after being with Cam, I know what it feels like to have someone actually care about me.
Married couples fight, I know that. Savannah and I have been fighting for years now, and it’s only gotten worse. Or not worse, since our fights don’t mean anything anymore. It’s like neither of us has the energy to really care. It’s a normal part ofus.
I wipe up the counter, my wedding band catching the light, my stomach flipping with anxiety.
I can’t stay here forever, no matter how badly I want to. Because Savannah is my wife.
Glancing up, I look out Cam’s giant window, taking in the view. It really is breathtaking up here, like a world away from the world.
I stop for a moment, appreciating it for how beautiful it truly is.
