Her legs wrap around me, pulling me closer. Her hands slide through my hair, her breath against my ear turning my whole body inside out.
“This feels different,” she whispers. “You feel different.”
I lift my head, meeting her eyes. “Yeah,” I say softly. “It does.”
I slide deep. Slow enough that it feels like we’re learning each other all over again without anything between us. Each thrustdraws a breathy sound from her lips, each kiss lands with more meaning.
Because this—this choice—isn’t casual. It’s intimate in a way I haven’t known with anyone else. It’s a line we’re crossing together.
“I want you to come inside me, Cam.”
I almost come right then and there.
“I will, Katie. Fuck. I want to see my cum dripping from this tight little pussy.” My hips thrust harder. “I want you messy, ruined, mine.”
She tightens around me, pleasure beginning to move through her body, and I reach down, thumb on her clit, to help her over the edge. Her climax hits sharp, her cry muffled against my shoulder, and the feeling of her clenching around me, tight and wet, pulls my orgasm right out of me.
I spill into her with a sound that’s almost primal, holding her close as heat floods through both of us. And for the first time, it feels like more than release. It feels like claiming, like trust, like something I don’t want to give up.
I collapse gently onto her, bracing my weight so I don’t crush her, and she exhales into my shoulder, soft and content.
My mind is a mess of thoughts. This wasn’t just another hookup. This wasn’t just scratching an itch on a Thursday afternoon. This was different. Bigger.
I bury my face in her neck, holding her tighter than I should, because I don’t want to let go. Her satisfied hum brings me back into the moment.
I kiss her shoulder. “Feel okay?”
“Okay? Fuck, Cam, that was amazing.”
I slide out of her, hating the chill of leaving her body. “It was, wasn’t?”
She nods as I brush her hair away from her face. “I need to go to the bathroom.”
She begins to shift and I roll to my side. When she leaves the bed, I flop back on the pillow and know I’m so fucking far gone for her that there’s no coming back from this now.
Chapter twenty-nine
Cam
Saturday’s sun hits differently—warm, bright, the kind of day that pulls people out of their houses and into everyone else’s business. Kate’s driveway is already full: Knox’s truck, Brynn’s SUV, Kinsey’s beat-up Jeep. And mine, parked crooked at the curb like it’s trying to draw attention.
Boxes are stacked knee-high on the lawn, most of them light, deliberately so. The labels are my handwriting—Books, Gear, Kitchen Stuff (Probably)—vague enough to pass inspection without telling the whole story.
Brynn’s on the porch, hands on her hips, running the operation like a general with a clipboard. “Fragile things go inside. Heavythings stay in the garage. And for the love of all things holy, don’t scratch the floors. This house is not your locker room.”
Knox laughs as he lifts one of the boxes from my truck. “You realize half of this is going to live in the garage and the other half’s just for show, right?”
I shoulder a box of tools and smirk. “Yeah. Probably best, Kate has better taste than I do.”
From inside the house, Evie’s voice floats out, bright and excited, explaining to someone that Coach Wells will be around more now. My chest tightens anyway, the sound of her making room for me in her world landing deeper than it has any right to.
Knox sets the box down and wipes his hands on his jeans. He watches the house for a moment, then looks back at me. “Your world is changing pretty quickly, Cam.”
“Yeah.” I nod, taking a deep breath. “But it’s good.”
“Evie already thinks you hung the moon.”
I glance toward the doorway, where Evie’s voice carries out, talking a mile a minute. “I know.”
