Page 86 of Lock 'em Down

The song ends, I thank Piper for the dance, and I find my girl.

She’s waiting for me, another champagne flute in hand.

“How are you feeling, Knox?” I ask, my hand slipping around her waist. Right now, I want her close. I wish I could tell her how much she means to me, how none of the shit circulating this weekend applies to her, or us. But this isn’t the right time for the conversation we need to have.

Besides, what help would words do when actions will prove stronger? Tomorrow, I’m going to propose, and she’ll know—with certainty—how deep and true my feelings for her run.

“Better,” she says, a soft smile on her lips. But she still holds herself apart. For the remainder of the night, there’s a distance between us that wasn’t there this morning.

I’m not sure I’d pick up on it without Piper’s warning but now, it’s obvious. And I hate it. When the wedding is over and I take Cami back to our room, she slips off her dress and comes to me.

God, but she’s beautiful. She kisses me deeply, her arms encircling my neck. I dip her, bending my body over hers as I try to show her my love. We come together desperately, as if we both have something to prove. I suppose we do.

When Cami pushes me onto the bed and straddles my hips, I grab her ass and squeeze. She smirks, her eyes flashing. Half sorrow, half fire. I can’t get a read on her but I’m along for the ride. I’m here for whatever she needs tonight.

And tomorrow, tomorrow is for talking.

She presses on my shoulders until I flop back and she hovers over me. “What do you want, Leif?”

“You,” I tell her truthfully.

Her chest rises and falls and her eyes bore into mine. “Why?”

Fuck, but I hate how her voice cracks.

I grip the back of her thigh, sliding my palm up and down the stretch of skin from her knee to her ass cheek and back again. “Because I love you, Cami.”

She shakes her head. “But why, Leif?”

Her insistence is bewildering. I move to sit up so we can talk right now. To hell waiting for tomorrow. If she needs the words, the ring, I’m ready to give it to her.

“No.” She shakes her head and pushes me back into the mattress. “I don’t want to talk,” she admits. “Not when we can do this instead.” Then she presses her mouth to mine and her body rolls over me.

With the bubbly and tequila shots I took with the guys buzzing in my head, I succumb to her lead. And fuck, it’s hot.

Cami grinds against me, my cock already hard and needy. Her full breasts are heavy as they swing above me and it’s all I can do but shift up and draw one into my mouth.

She sighs contently as I lap and suck at her sweet nipple. Her hand fists my cock and I nearly see stars. “Cami.”

“Want you, Leif. Right now, I fucking want you,” she pants.

It’s edgy. It’s reckless. It’s heady and desperate and fuck, I want her too.

Cami guides me to her opening and slowly works her way down, taking each inch of me until she bottoms out and I swear. My hands grip the tops of her thighs as she settles over me.

Her hands are on her own body now. Kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples. It’s the hottest fucking show of my life and all I want to do is watch her take. I want to watch her move and hear her groans and witness her fall over the edge.

She sets a pace that has me thinking of every fucked-up thing imaginable to hold on until she releases. And she chases her orgasm, moving her hips, shaking her ass, bouncing up and down, until her mouth drops open and she cries out my name.

As soon as she orgasms, she falls forward, collapsing on my chest. I hold her against my body as I thrust up into her. I feel ready to explode. My cock pulses in her pussy and my blood thunders in my eardrums. I’m half out of my mind with lust, with need. Spinning out of control and unable to think clearly.

On the fourth pump, I bite out her name. “Fuck, Camille.” I come inside her on a roar.

We stay like that, sated and spent, for a long time. At some point, my breathing regulates and my ability to think comes back. I exhale and tighten my hold on Cami.

Wetness coats my forearm and I frown, giving her a little shake. “Cami?”

She shakes her head but doesn’t reply.

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