Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
My body convulses as it struggles and he pins my legs back against the mattress.
“You will take all of this cock.” He slides out and slams into me hard. “All of it. Now.” He slams deeper and I cry out.
Holy fuck.
Then he is giving it to me hard. Long, hard, deep thrusts that force me to thrash beneath him as half of me tries to escape his brutality and half of me rides the pleasure wave as it grows.
I’ve never been fucked like this—so hard, so fast, so fucking perfect.
He holds himself off my body and I can see every muscle in his torso contract. He’s covered in perspiration and, oh my God...
This is ridiculously good sex—sex he so desperately needs.
I frown as I try to deal with him.
I can still taste him in my mouth.
He pulls my legs up over his shoulders and lets out a heavy groan.
“Fuck. You feel good.” He moans as he thrusts harder.
He bends and takes my nipple into his mouth and bites down. I convulse and come in a rush, and he slams into me, crying out as he ejaculates hard.
We lay still, gasping for breath until his head drops and kisses me tenderly. “I love you, Ashley Tucker,” he whispers.
My eyes tear up and I smile against his lips. “I love you more,” I whisper back.
We stay in each other’s arms in a deep state of sated happiness. We’ve been making love for hours, and I don’t use the term making love loosely after the initial animalistic sex. Cameron has been sweet, gentle, and loving. Above all else, he’s been so, so swoony.
This is what it’s meant to feel like.
I lie with my head on his bare chest, his lips pressed to my forehead.
“I have to go, babe,” I whisper.
He frowns and holds me tighter. “What? Why?”
“I have to be there when Owen wakes up. I’m always there when he wakes up.”
I feel him smirk above me. “You’re such a good mom, Ash.”
I smile.
“How the hell have you forgiven me for being such douche?” he whispers. “I can’t stand what I did to you when I look back.”
I shrug. If I was a nice person, I would tell him that it’s all okay—forgotten. But I’m never going to do that. What he did was not okay. It will never be okay, and while I have forgiven him, I will never forget it.
I just need to move forward.
“Tell me about the situation with your ex?” he asks.
I blow out a breath. “He’s a really nice guy. We worked together for ten years and were good friends.” I pause as I remember it like it was yesterday. “When I fell pregnant and didn’t think I would ever find you, he offered to be Owen’s father.”
Cameron frowns. “Even before you were dating?”
“He’d always secretly liked me, and when he offered that I finally saw what a genuinely lovely guy he was. I declined at first, but I went on a date with him not long after.”
Cameron frowns. “So you were pregnant with my child and sleeping with him.”
I screw up my face. “Oh God, no. We just hung out and nothing happened at all between us until the first kiss when Owen was about four months old.”
He watches me intently and I know he’s never had a friendship like this so he is probably finding it hard to understand.
“We were really just good friends, you know? We should never have started dating.” I pause and think on it for a moment. “There was no passion and no burning desire to be with each other. It was just… comfortable.”
He stays silent as he listens.
“As Owen got older and Andrew’s work picked up, he had less and less time for Owen, and I used to make every damn excuse I could find to not sleep with him. I knew it had to end if I was to ever find true happiness. For both of us, you know?”
Cameron runs his fingers through my hair.
“I finally got the courage and left him. It was a really sad time because we genuinely cared for each other.” I smile sadly. “It was for the best. We’re really just friends. But his mom was beautiful and so, so good to Owen. She accepted him as her own grandchild.”
He nods as if he finally gets it.
“I just want to do the right thing and go and see her, spend some time with her and the family before she dies.”
“That’s what we’re doing.” He pauses for a moment. “Does Andrew know who I am?”
I shake my head. “No, but I will tell him. He’ll be gutted because I know he’s always hoped I would go back to him.”
I sit up and he curls around me. “I really have to go, Cam.” I bend and kiss his open mouth and our lips linger on each other’s. We’ve hit a new level of intimacy tonight.