Page 75 of Letting it Ride

“Yeah?” he murmurs, moving his hips, and that’s when I realize he’s still buried deep inside me. And he’s still hard.

My eyes are wide as I look at him. I’m not sure I can do that again. Another orgasm like that just might kill me. I’d die a happy woman, though.

“How’s your arm?” Cam asks, moving lazily in long, slow strokes.

“My what?” I blink at him.

“Your arm, Addie. Your stitches.”

My body isn’t my own right now. I look down at the shoulder Cam is brushing a finger over and realize the spot where I had the stitches is starting to scar. It’s sensitive, but not really painful anymore. “Oh. Uh. It’s okay, I think. Why?”

Cam lets out a little laugh. “Because I’m just getting started, baby.”

Somehow, he maneuvers us without putting any pressure on my arm, and I find myself at the edge of the bed on my stomach. My feet hang off, and my belly is flat against the mattress, but I don’t have to put any weight on my arm.

Cam stands behind me, nudging my legs apart to stand between them. “God, you have a hot ass, Addie.”

I giggle, and he brings his hand down on my backside. The noise makes me jump, but it’s not hard enough to hurt, and by the time I even register the spank, he’s massaging my ass with both hands.

“I’ve wanted to take you like this since I saw you in the gym.”

I look over my shoulder, puzzled. “Gym?”

Cam nods. His hands grip my hips as he positions himself and starts to slide into me.

“On the cruise ship. You were lifting weights in that outfit. God, I wanted to tear it off you so no other guys would look at you. And so I could do this.” He punctuates his words with a hard thrust, his fingers caressing my skin.

A whine escapes from my throat. I grasp for purchase, my fingers fisting in the bedsheets.

“Don’t you ever wear that outfit again, Addie,” he says between hard, punishing strokes. “No one but me gets to enjoy this ass. Isn’t that right?”

“God. Oh God.” It’s all I can get out as he drives into me over and over.

“Tell me you’re mine, Addie. That all of you is mine.” His voice is deeper than usual, his tone dark and demanding. It’s a side of Cam that you’d never guess lurks beneath his normal easygoing self.

And I’m the one who gets to see it.

“Fuck!” I gasp. “I’m yours, Cam. All fucking yours.”

“Damn right, baby.” He reaches a hand around me to find my clit. “Come for me, my girl.” He presses on the bundle of nerves, and I shatter around him as he comes, deep inside me.

Cam gathers me into his arms while I try to catch my breath, my heartbeat hammering inside my chest.

“You’re so fucking incredible, baby,” he says, murmuring the words into my hair.

All I can do is press a cheek to his chest, unable to speak. I’m not sure there are words that would do justice to what just happened. Every fiber of my being is completely consumed by this man.

We stay like this, our breathing slowing as we hold onto one another. When I’m finally able totalk, I tilt my head up to look at him as best I can from this angle. Even without a full view of his face—mostly, just his chin is visible from this position—his smile is tender, but there’s a hint of amusement as his finger traces my jawline.

“Did you go off on Maddox before you came here?” he asks.

I nod, my cheeks heating a little. “I kind of unleashed the hurricane on him, too. I didn’t even give him a chance to talk. Not really, anyway. I, uh… I might have told him that we’ve been fucking. He kind of turned purple.”

Cam chuckles. “While the hurricane is terrifying when it’s directed at me, that might have been a good use of your temper. And Addie?” He looks down at me, his expression growing serious. “I’m proud of you.”

I furrow my brow. “Why?”

“So many reasons. But right now, I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself. Taking what you want. Not putting yourself second to what everyone else needs. Doing what you need to do for yourself, even if other people don’t agree.”

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