Page 104 of Unstoppable Love

“That was wild,” Cameron said, kicking off his sandals and flinging the baseball cap he’d worn like a frisbee toward the table by the front door. He ran his hands through his short hair and exhaled heavily. “It’s all we’ve talked about for hours, and I still can’t believe Caleb’s going to have another kid. They just got married this summer.”

He was in such a state of shock, but after the surprise of the news settled, I felt nothing but happiness for them.

“I think it’s exciting, though, don’t you?”

He turned to me, smiling so big his cheeks had to hurt. “Hell yeah, I think it’s exciting. It’s just weird. A year ago, I was still living with him. We were both single, and now he doesn’t just have a son, but he got married, built a second home, and is going to have another kid. It’s… weird. He’s my twin brother, and now it’s like we’re on two separate levels or living completely different lives or something. It’s weird.”

Cameron shook his head and headed toward the kitchen.

A trickle of unease slid through me as I followed him.

“You make that sound like a bad thing,” I said. “Like you don’t want those things?”

I’d been so sure Cameron had. Maybe I’d assumed too much.

“What?” His head jerked back, and he slammed the door of the fridge, two bottled waters in his hand. “What do you mean?”

“It’s… you said you’re excited for them, but you think it’s weird he’s doing all of that.” I shifted on my feet. “Don’t you want that?”

Cameron’s eyes widened right before he threw his head back and laughed.

I hadn’t been trying to be funny.

“Sunshine,” he said, still laughing and heading straight toward me. When he did, he plunked down the waters, wrapped his hands around my waist, and then plopped me on the kitchen counter. He caged me in with his legs and his hands on my cheeks. “I would plant a baby inside you right now, move you into this house and kidnap you so you couldn’t be out of my sight for a second if I thought that was what you wanted, or if it was the right time, or if you weren’t so settled and happy in your own new house.”

“Oh.” Well, that was good. Mostly. “I don’t think I’m ready for anything to be planted inside of me.”

A wicked grin curled his lips, and he leaned forward, brushing his lips over my mouth. I fell into this kiss immediately, and he shoved a knee between my legs, separating them until I was pressed right against evidence of his arousal.

“You don’t want anything planted inside of you?”

“Maybe one thing.” I laughed against his mouth. That laugh was quickly followed by a whimper as he rocked against me. The friction of his denim-covered crotch against my panties beneath my sundress was divine.

“Let me make this clear to you right now,” Cameron said. He cupped my cheeks and pulled me back, gazing straight into my eyes with a seriousness that was as hot as it was unnerving. “I’ve loved you for a decade. You’re the only woman I could have ever seen myself marrying. And some day, when it’s right for both of us, that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to plant all the babies in you that you want, and when I retire from football, we’re going to spend the rest of our days in New Haven. You have any concerns now on what I’m thinking?”

“Um. No. I think you cleared that right up.”

He laughed, knocked the breath out of me with a kiss, and then he carried me to his bedroom.

Where he wasn’t commanding or bossy. He didn’t tease me, and he didn’t draw out my pleasure until I was begging.

No, he stripped me out of my clothes like I was the most revered thing he’d ever seen, and he made love to me softly, deeply.

He made love to me passionately, like we had all the time in the world.

And I suppose we did. Because according to Cameron, the rest of our lives together were just getting started.

Chapter 30

Ava

“I’m so excited for this game!” Lydia squeezed me so tightly it was difficult to breathe. “And you should see the house,” she said, practically pulling me along behind my parents. I’d ridden out to the Kelley Ranch with them after we stopped and picked up Grams. Isaiah had swung by and grabbed Lydia so we could all watch the game together.

“I have no doubt Mrs. Kelley knows how to throw a spread.”

It was Monday Night Football. The air was crisp, a bite to it that told me even though it was November, we were quickly leaving fall and heading straight into winter. We’d already had a couple inches of snow earlier in the month, but thankfully none since then. It was coming, though. Considering it was the Monday before Thanksgiving and we hadn’t had a storm yet was a bonus. Such was the weather this time of year where we could be basking in seventy-degree heat or shivering in forty degrees.

The fall had gone by fast. Far too quickly. Between scheduling my weekends and early weeks with Cameron based on whether or not he was playing at home or away, working, getting more freelance businesses set up along with my full-time job, and then helping Dad with the fall harvest, the weeks flew by faster than I seemed to be able to catch up to them. Add into that, the Kelley’s vaccination round-up weekend had been on a weekend when Cameron had an away game, so while I’d come out for it, and forced Lydia to at least watch, he wasn’t able to be there for it.

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