Cameron hums his approval deep in his throat, one hand leaving my breast to slip between us. He presses his thumb against my clit through my pants, drawing out my orgasm, making my thighs tremble violently.
“That’s it. Ride it out. Good girl.”
When my energy is completely depleted, I collapse against his chest, breathing hard, my face buried in his neck.
He shudders beneath me, like he’s the one who got off instead of me.
Reality is there, knocking on the door, threatening to creep back in, but I’m too blissed out and cramp-free to care.
He trails a hand up and down my back, the steady motion relaxing my body even further.
“Feel better?” he asks, his lips brushing the top of my head.
“Mm-hmm,” I murmur.
“Told you so.”
I’m too content to muster up afuck you.So I simply enjoy the giant, tattooed heating pad wrapped around me, reveling in the cramp-free moment for as long it lasts.
His chuckle vibrates through his chest. “You gonna fall asleep on me?”
“Mm-hmm,” I repeat, my eyelids feeling heavier by the second. The last thought I have before drifting into a peaceful nap is that my gyno is going to be thrilled that, after years ofcomplaining about my period cramps, I’ve found a solution in Cameron Davies’s thigh.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
cameron
Until today,coming in under a minute when I lost my virginity was the most embarrassing sexual experience I’ve ever had. Then I went and came in my pants like a fucking teenager while Kennedy Caplan rode my thigh like a rodeo star.
She’s plastered against me, snoring lightly, making it difficult to decide whether I should risk waking her so I can clean myself off or just stay here and enjoy the weight of her and deal with it. Not the decision I thought I’d be making today. Or how I thought I’d be spending my day.
When I stormed in here, I figured I’d be breaking some random dude’s leg, not having mine ridden.
When Kennedy mentioned dicks, my mind went straight to cheating, and the thought wouldn’t leave. Even if she were with someone else, I shouldn’t care. This isn’t a real relationship, but there’s no denying that I do.
With the stealth of someone half my size, I slip my phone out of my pocket and open the Bobcat Boys group chat. There’s a high likelihood I’m going to regret sending this text once I do,but whatever. If I can’t count on friends, then I’m shit out of luck, right?
Cameron Davies
I’m invoking the Circle of Trust protocol.
Logan Clark
FINALLY. It’s been months since anyone activated it. Blades of Glory (and Justice) unite!!
Jake Reid
Blades of Glory? That makes us sound like a boy band.
Logan Clark
**Superhero group. Like the Avengers!
Cole Berrett
What’s up? Everything good?
