Page 51 of Letting it Ride

“That’s right, baby. Come for me.”

Because of his touch or his words or both, I unravel, my body tightening, flying higherand higher, and when he says it again—come for me—I do, shattering around him as he kisses me hard on the mouth.

He’s moving slowly inside me when I come down from my climax, still hard.

“God, Addie. That was gorgeous.” He picks up the pace, his chest rapidly rising and falling. “I’m not going to last, baby. Give me another one.”

I’m about to open my mouth to tell him I can’t, that I’ve never had more than one, but he brings his hand between us and circles my clit with his thumb, slowly at first, then faster and harder, and I see stars.

“Cam,” is all I can manage as a second orgasm starts building, taking over my body as he thrusts hard and deep.

He brings his arms around me, gripping my ass as he pulls me closer to bottom out inside me. We climax together, his hot seed spilling into me while I clench around him. Fuck.

He’s breathing hard when he pulls out. I wince at the soreness left over from the way his body stretched mine.

“Stay there, Addie. I’ll be right back.” Cam slides his boxers on as he walks to the bathroom. When he returns a minute later, he has a washcloth in his hand that he uses to clean me gently.

My eyes are heavy. I put my head on the pillow torest for just a minute while Cam goes back into the bathroom, but the next thing I know he’s pulling sheets up over me.

“Do you need anything?” he whispers.

I shake my head into the pillow, unable to force my eyes open. Just sleep. That’s all I need.

“Can I…” Cam trails off, or maybe I fall asleep while he’s talking. “Do you want me to sleep in the other bed?”

I shake my head into the pillow again.

“Addie, I need a real answer, babe. I don’t want you to freak out when you wake up next to me.”

I manage to blink my eyes open. Cam looks nervous, almost. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen that expression on him before, and it’s endearing. “I want you to sleep with me,” I whisper.

A smile spreads across his face. “Good.”

He disappears from view as he walks around the bed, and the mattress dips when he climbs in beside me. He moves across the bed until his front is pressed to my back, and he puts an arm around me.

“Does this hurt your arm?” he asks.

“No,” I say, relaxing into him. “This is good.” The last thing I’m aware of is him kissing the top of my head.

Something hard is pressed up against my back. I wiggle my butt into it for half a second before I realize just what it is and freeze.

“You can keep doing that,” Cam mumbles. His voice is thick with sleep, but I can practically hear his smile.

I scoot forward, but the arm around me tightens, holding me against him.

“Five more minutes,” he says into my hair.

“Cam,” I say with another wiggle of protest, “I have to get up.”

“No.” His words are muffled in the pillow.

“I get that you’re not a morning person, but I kind of have to pee.” So much for romance.

His grip loosens. I slide out of the bed, stepping over our discarded clothing as I make my way to the bathroom.

As I sit on the toilet, something occurs to me. I don’t have any other clothes. I can re-wear the old ones, I guess, but I don’t think my underwear is going to be clean enough for that. By the time Cam peeled them off me, they were soaked.

I grin to myself.Holy fuck.I slept with CamdenAllen.

---