My cum lands in ropes on his chest and floods my palm, coating both of our cocks as I continue working myself through my climax. The added lubrication has my hand moving even faster now, every brush of his crown on mine sending little sparks and shockwaves through my already electrified body.
“Come, baby. Right fucking now.”
Damn near on command, Camden’s cock pulses against mine, and he hurdles himself toward the edge. A hand wraps over mine, squeezing tighter and jacking faster until his release bursts from him on a choked cry. I quickly kiss him, smothering the sound before someone can hear, while he milks himself through his orgasm.
Our cum mixes together with every stroke as our kiss turns more languid, and it’s only when he’s fully spent that our lips break apart and his hand releases mine.
“Oh my God,” he whispers with a little chuckle.
I rest my weight back on my thighs, and an exhausted laugh slips from me too.
Our cum covers his chest and stomach in thick, creamy streaks, and I take a second to stare at it while catching my breath. It looks a little like artwork, I realize. Like one of the Jackson Pollocks sitting in the MoMA, maybe.
Add it to the list of things he was right about.
After a minute, I slide off his body entirely and drop to my back beside him, sated and now tired as shit. There’s a good chance I’ll even fall asleep before getting my underwear back on or wiping my hand clean, and honestly, I don’t even care.
“Hey,” he whispers, snagging my attention.
I roll my head to look at him, and he leans in, slipping his index finger beneath my chin before gently kissing me. It’s quickand brief; the kind we’ve already shared countless times. But it’s filled with so much tenderness, it causes my heart to stumble behind my ribs.
“Worth the complications?” he asks against my lips.
A soft, breathy laugh leaves me, and I nod. “One thousand percent.”
Nineteen
Camden
Like the first morning here, I wake with Logan wrapped around me like a koala. The same head-nestled, leg-tucked, arm-draped position, butunlikethe first morning, Logan is already awake when I stir.
The reason I know? His index finger is currently tracing up and down the line of my sternum, moving in slow, featherlight sweeps. My heart stumbles a little at the sweet innocence of his caress, and I smile a little before letting my eyes fall closed again, choosing to enjoy it rather than disturb him.
“I know you’re awake,” he whispers after a minute or two. “Your pulse got faster.”
I turn my face into his hair, the soft strands tickling my nose, and let out a little groan. “Mmm, no, I’m not. You’re imagining things.”
He scoffs. “Oh, so you can hold conversations in your sleep now?”
“Exactly,” I murmur before pressing a gentle kiss to the side of his head.
Logan’s hand freezes instantly, likely due to the affection, and my heart plummets straight to my ass. The sensation only gets worse when he pulls his head back, the side of my neckbecoming cool where his forehead is no longer pressed against it.
I turn, finding his gaze already on me, and somehow give voice to the fear coiling low in my gut.
“Please don’t tell me you regret what happened last night.”
“The only thing I regret is it not happening sooner.”
Relief wells inside me, and a massive smile spreads across my face. From the way Logan’s lips twitch in amusement, I know I must be grinning like an idiot, but I don’t care. I don’t care how dumb or ridiculous it is, because…fuck.
I’ve never been happier than I am right now.
Granted, I have no clue if this means we’re in a relationship—for real now—but there’s no chance I’m ruining the moment by asking more questions. For the time being, I’m content with my arm around him and soaking in his skin against mine.
“Your heart is beating even faster now,” he notes while pressing his hand down over my left pec. I lift my own to cover his, giving his fingers a gentle squeeze.
“Well, don’t scare me, and that wouldn’t happen.”
