He strained forward and every muscle in his body stiffened. He yelled hoarsely. Her name spilled from his lips in an agonized groan as he poured himself into her.
Even when he began to soften, he stroked in and out of her, gentle, less demanding. When he finally slipped out of her body, he backed up a step and gathered her in his arms.
Finally he let her slide down his body until her feet met the shower floor. He reached down for the showerhead and quickly rinsed them both off before replacing it above.
“I can’t even walk,” she said wryly. “I think you’ve crippled me, Cam.”
He smiled and kissed her, his lips lingering over hers in a sensual dance.
“Then I guess I’ll just have to carry you out and dry you off. I don’t mind taking care of you in the least.”
She sighed and let him do his thing. The entire world was a nice sparkly haze after three orgasms. Who needed drugs? This had to be the sweetest high you could experience.
“Does this mean I’m forgiven for last night?” she managed to say as he rubbed her down with a towel.
He straightened and dropped the towel on the counter.
“There’s nothing to forgive, Reggie darling.”
He kissed her then pulled her out of the bathroom. He swatted her playfully on the behind before heading toward the door. “I’m sure Hutch has breakfast ready by now. Get dressed and come on down. We’re planning to leave right after we eat.”
She got dressed with a smile, letting contentment . . . and peace . . . roll over her, bathing her with their warm, heady glow.
When she was done, she hurried down the steps, eager to start the day.
Sawyer was sitting at the bar, wolfing down an omelet, and Hutch was standing at the stove. Wanting to be at ease with Hutch, she walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist, burrowing her head into his back.
He turned with a smile and wrapped his arms around her, holding the spatula away from her back with one hand.
“Good morning,” he murmured.
She leaned up to kiss him, letting her body melt into his. She loved how they fit, how he accommodated her with such ease.
“Still mad at me?” she murmured against his lips.
He leaned against the oven, pulling her with him.
“I love you,” he said simply.
“Then feed me,” she said with a grin.
He dropped another kiss on her upturned mouth then shoved her toward the bar. “Sit and I’ll dish it up in two minutes.”
She headed around to sit by Sawyer just as Cam walked into the kitchen. He strolled over to take his place on her other side with a lazy contentment that she herself felt.
He gave her a loving smile before sliding onto the stool next to her.
“Noisy shower this morning,” Sawyer observed, his mouth full of eggs.
She laughed and managed not to blush. But she reached over and squeezed his knee. He grinned and glanced sideways at her.
Yeah, things were okay again. The sense of rightness settled more firmly into her chest. And with it came hope. Fluttering, budding. Like a flower unfurling in the spring.
Hope and acceptance. New, but strong.
CHAPTER 29
They were up to something. There was an air of expectancy as they turned into the dirt road leading up to the house. That and the smug grin that adorned each of their faces.
