Page 82 of Knotted Laces

Because I’m not falling without her.

Because I need to feel her clamping around my cock.

Because—

“Cam!” she cries.

I feel it then—the beginnings of her coming apart—and I let go, fucking her hard and fast and across the slick floor, both of us racing for completion, knowing that it’sright there.

And then it explodes around me, her slick cunt gripping my cock, sparks shooting behind my eyes, pleasure a wave of flames through my body, incinerating me, leaving me a pile of ashes.

Until she picks them up and transforms me into something else.

Something better.

Somethingmore.

“I love you,” I whisper.

Her body goes still and hope ricochets through my insides.

“Cam,” she murmurs, wrapping her arms around me, holding me tight. “You’re so precious to me.”

Disappointment wars with hope—not the words I wanted, but she’s also keeping me close.

Not at a distance.

Not behind ice.

Warm arms around me and a soft body beneath me.

That’s enough.

For now, it’s more than enough.

Especially when I hear the pitter-patter of little feet and?—

“Meow!”

Apparently, Cookie is done being locked up in the bathroom.

The next day,after running far too many loads of towels through the wash, I head to the weight room at the practice facility.

I could go to the gym, but Hudson’s working out here this morning and it’s always nice to have someone to make sure you don’t drop the barbell on your head.

Plus, talking makes the awfulness of the squats my trainer’s assigned pass all that much faster.

Huddy’s inside, headphones around his neck, big body threatening to split the tight tee he’s sporting. He nods once, his usual taciturn acknowledgement, but at least he gives me a commiserating look when we glance over our respective exercise plans.

Shared pain is productive pain.

But the couple of groans and scowls are the only delay we allow ourselves before getting down to business.

“What’s this I hear about a girl and a sex cave?” he asks long minutes later, using his quota of words for the day to be nosy as he swipes a towel over his face, his breath coming in rapid gusts.

I groan inwardly.

Gossiping old crones.

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