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“He’s not a bad guy. When the twins were much younger, he wasn’t around much of the time. He has high expectations for Dom and Mav. But he’s mellowing out and slowing down. He’s trying to be better and has been having dinner with the guys at least once a week.” Cam frowns. “I wonder what Katherine was searching for?”

“I don’t know. That was strange. How often does she come to their rooms?” I ask.

“Never, and we’ll need to talk to the guys about that.” He picks me up and carries me to Mav’s bedroom. “Now, as I was saying before I was interrupted, let’s get naked for our boy.”

He throws me on the bed, making me laugh as I bounce. Cam stands by the bed and takes off his shirt. My eyes roam over his sculpted chest.

He runs his hand down his chest. “Like what you see, beautiful?”

My tongue snakes out, licking my bottom lip. “Hell, yeah.”

I sit up and remove my shirt. His blue eyes grow darker with lust when my tits bounce in front of him.

A low moan comes from deep in his throat. “I’m trying to go slow here.”

I lie back, roll my yoga pants down my hips, and pull them off.

“Aww fuck.” He rips off his shorts and boxers at the same time, releasing his hard dick to smack his belly. “You’re too damn sexy to go slow.”

He launches himself onto the bed and falls beside me.

I run my hand down his chest. “You’re the one who is damn sexy.”

Without taking our eyes off each other, our mouths meet, tongues dueling. His lips leave mine, moving to my neck. My hand roams his chest as his lips lick down the column of my throat.

My hand traces one of his scars. It’s hard not to have any when you ride a bike, but this scar is because of me.

“Your head is with that asshole.” He moves to kiss his way across my chest from one shoulder to the other. “He doesn’t belong here in bed with us. We think enough about him. This is my time.”

“I’m sorry. But you wouldn’t have been hurt if it wasn’t for me.” I tip my head to the side to hide the traitorous tear sliding down my cheek.

Cam turns my head back to face him and leans over me. “I’m fine, Shelby. You got me out, and I’m safe.”

He takes my hand from where it rests on his scar and moves it to rest over his heart. “Feel this? My heart beats for you. You and Mav own this.”

He leans down and brushes his lips over mine.

I sniffle, touched by his words. “I love you, too.”

“Hmm, I’ll have to do more to take your mind off things.”

He kisses his way down my neck to my breasts. He cups one in his hands, kneading it, while he takes my other into his mouth, sucking it before biting my nipple, making me gasp.

His mouth leaves kisses and nips down my stomach until he reaches my underwear. He lets go of my breast and slides my panties down my legs, tossing them on the floor.

He shifts to lie between my legs, and I watch as he spreads them wide. His blue eyes appear almost black, his pupils blown out from lust before his head dips, and his vicious tongue circles around my nub, making me groan.

“Mmmm,” Cam moans against my clit.

“Oh, shit.” I grip the sheets as Cam sends me higher.

“You’re so wet for me, beautiful.” He dives back in.

When Cam sets his mind to something, he achieves it. His tongue circles and sucks me, making me forget my name. My orgasm builds until I’m seconds away from letting go.

“What the hell is going on here?” Mav asks, humor in his voice, as he steps through his bedroom door.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

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